Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 194

The city of Guangzhou is surrounded by flood waves, and the waves are surging in front of the ancient temple in the South China Sea. The terrifying flood peaks have annihilated the embankment and fertile fields, and swallowed Zhangqiu Gang into a shore in the water. If someone stands in it and looks around, he will notice The whole world seems to have returned to the age of ignorance, where the grass-like life is already precarious and irrelevant.

Above Zhangqiugang, there is a group of people who are even more desperate.At this time, the road outside the village was cut off, and there was no rescue after waiting. The villagers had no food or water to go to, so they had no choice but to abandon their homes and live in the Hongsheng Temple, day and night helplessly climbing high and looking into the distance.

From Zhangqiu Hill, they could clearly see that the brick foundation of Fuxu ancient village had been wiped out in the flood, and the memorial archway in the calm sea had disappeared from sight. The waters of the rivers and rivers coming from all directions are still vast and endless, and with the sound of thunder and rain, they are unscrupulous and daunting.

Jin Peiyuan's "Guangzhou Records" records: "There is a village in the east of Guangzhou, named 'Gudou'. Since then, it has gone out to sea, and it has been boundless." The sea and sky, which are always dim and gloomy, are actually exactly the same as those recorded in the book, and a thousand years is like a flash of a finger.

But such a scene has been gone for too long, not only the villagers have never seen it, even their ancestors have not witnessed such a scene for hundreds of years.

It developed into Nanhai Town from Gudou in Jin Dynasty, and expanded into Fuxu Town in Tang Dynasty. It is also the confluence of Xijiang, Dongjiang and Beijiang, so Fuxu Town is also known as "Sanjiangkou". It's just unavoidable.

In the pale memories of the villagers, it seems that with the last batch of sailboats in the late Song Dynasty going away, Fuxu Port seemed to have been drained of vitality, and it collapsed in an instant. The lamp shadow body collapsed with a bang, leaving only a messy wreckage gradually.

I don't know why there are always legends about crossing the sea in the village, and some people still vaguely remember that the person who left with the boat and the promise was called Lu Junshi.

Time slowly came to the Ming Dynasty. Due to the embankment and flood control of the past dynasties, the place gradually became a shallow land with the accumulation of sediment. After the coastline moved outward, Fuxu Port also lost its favorable port conditions, and the ship trade declined day by day.Today, the waterway of Fuxu Port is getting narrower and declining, leaving only a narrow section of river for access, which has finally become a history, and the scenery on the Fuxu River is no longer beautiful.

This ancient town, which is close to the prosperity of the port and gradually deserted due to the decline of the port, should have gradually come to the end of its life, but suddenly, it seems that the scene of a thousand years ago suddenly reappeared in front of our eyes, only this time, the waters of the ancient port The soul of the underworld, however, has the meaning of opening its teeth and claws, choosing to eat people after the corpse is revived, and wants to take everything away completely.

The confluence of the three rivers represents the mouth of water, while the boiling sea and the sky are even colder. The plight of Zhangqiugang Village comes from the enemy's front and rear. Even if the water of the three rivers gathered in the inland is twisted into a line at this time, it will not be able to break through the raging water in the boiling sea. The tide, even before it flooded, was washed away by the tide, turning into tiny bubbles——

The tide is blowing with the wind and the storm is coming suddenly. This is undoubtedly a once-in-a-century tidal disaster!

In order to cope with natural disasters, the villagers in Zhangqiugang Village have exhausted all means within a few days, but no matter whether it is building embankments, repairing dams or dredging and opening gates, they are like a drop in the bucket in the face of sudden tidal disasters. He failed to keep the cottage at the foot of the mountain, so he could only gather in the ancient temple of Nanhai on the top of the mountain, praying day and night in front of the silent statue of King Hongsheng.

However, earnest prayers cannot stop the rain, and hard begging cannot stop the catastrophe. The outside of the ancient temple in the South China Sea has turned into an isolated island in the sea at this time. All the misfortunes seem to have started on the night when the whole village died.

At this time, the villagers belatedly remembered the bits and pieces that their ancestors said.The daily routine of farm farming is too comfortable and ordinary, so that they forget that they are actually at the confluence of the three rivers, on the tip of the boiling sea, and even forget that the undercurrents on the bottom of the sea can drag the dead into the depths, which is a terrifying sign of hidden tidal disasters...

At some point, profane whispers began to sound, and the red-faced god man in the hall was wearing a crown and his eyes were wide open. He was sitting on a chair made up of two dragons, and he looked at the group of nowhere with his beard. Returnable people.

The eyes of the village chief in the hall were bloodshot. He saw that the colorful mural behind the statue had cracked a big crack, and the paint was eclipsed by moisture and moss. However, the two large stone paintings in the inner hall were clearly visible under the shaking of the candlelight.

The picture on the left is "The Picture of King Hongsheng Rescuing the Sea and Conquering Demons", which describes the magnificent scene of King Hongsheng protecting the people, warding off disasters and eliminating disasters, and suppressing demons in the sea.The picture on the right, "King Guangli Weixian's Tour", depicts the magnificent scene of King Hongsheng leading the gods to patrol the world, the auspicious light shining everywhere, and the people of Deze. Now everything has been dimmed, and it seems that only this color remains Not dispersed.

"Now I can only invite King Hong Sheng..."

The isolated and helpless villagers were woken up by a single sentence, and everyone looked around in a daze, only to find that it was not the thunderbolt flashing above their heads, but the village chief with a pale face who hadn't slept for several nights.

The thin old man was standing under the eaves outside the Hongsheng Temple, stretched out a finger tremblingly, pointed at a certain place rebelliously, and finally mentioned some kind of unavoidable ceremony.At this time, the cold wind turned into acupuncture, and every command in the hearts of the villagers was like a thunderous noise, which was almost enough to shatter the heart and spleen.

But now that there is no escape and no escape, they have no choice.

Soon, the scattered sound of gongs, drums, cymbals and cymbals sounded outside the main hall, and the plaque of quiet avoidance was also lifted up unsteadily. After stepping out of the gate, the raindrops instantly soaked the crimson curtain, turning into a red color that was more condensed than blood.

The last villagers of Zhangqiugang Village are leaving slowly under the pouring rain outside the temple at this moment, just like the countless god birthday celebrations held in the past, but there is no smile on their faces, only a calm expression that is almost dead. Even the footsteps walked outside in silence.

The winding team strolled on the rugged mountain road of the temple gate, and soon came to the cliff-like high ground. The villagers respectfully put down their chariots to worship, put their foreheads on the hard sand and rocks, and kept murmuring The shape of their lips was washed by the rain, but they were still crawling in the wanton flow of mud for a long time, and no one was willing to get up for a long time.

Just ask, what does a temple mean to a village?
Ying Laodao understood the significance of this temple to Zhangqiugang Village, and he also understood the status of King Hongsheng in the hearts of the villagers, so he set up the method of "guarding the household with gods and men" to try to dispel the fear brought about by the darkness.Although the strategy didn't work all the way, no matter how raging the black plague was, it never got close to the ancient temple in the South China Sea, because the villagers always wanted to believe that all difficulties would be eliminated before the divine power of King Hongsheng.

But in the face of everything today, the situation has already surpassed what they can imagine. Even the omnipotent gods and men cannot resist the natural disasters that are rolling in, let alone the invasion of bad luck. The deep-rooted beliefs in the heart are on the verge of disintegration, but there is still a little luck left before the ice melts.

They could only hear the Hong Shengbao imperial edict passed down from generation to generation read from their mouths. The only remaining old and weak women and children in Zhangqiugang village knelt on the ground piously and stubbornly. Looking at the god, he saw streaks of divine light separating and reuniting on him, changing from yin to yang, lingering and falling from the sky endlessly.

"King Hongsheng bless..."

"King Hongsheng bless..."

"King Hongsheng bless you..."

The sound of falling into the water kept ringing, and the Dan people who followed were terrified to find that the villagers of Zhangqiugang Village were relaying the relay indifferently. The ebony sword, the dragon wood, and the water-breaking stone that symbolize mana are completely indifferent to things that were regarded as treasures in the past.

But the result of all this didn't stop the wind and rain, only a few shallow waves were smashed on the turbulent water surface at the bottom of the cliff, and disappeared in an instant.

Danmin held his breath, and found that the old plaques and inscriptions inscribed in the ancient temples of the South China Sea were all carried out at this time and thrown down from the cliff.They are still hoping that these literati and poets of the past dynasties will have a spiritual response, so that they can reproduce before their eyes the magical scene of the god of the South China Sea commanding "the mystic monsters of the sea, come out of a trance, meandering, turtles and fish, jumping first". Nothing happened on the water.

The order finally came to the statue, and as a statue of a barbarian wearing Tang Dynasty clothes was thrown into the sea, the despair in the eyes of the villagers finally rose, and they all cast their eyes on the lonely sedan chair on the top of the cliff.The villagers stand like puppets. There may be countless thoughts in their minds that surge like foam on the sea, but they may be crushed and silent in the midst of a big wave, leaving only empty heads in the end.

In a trance, it seems that no one has ever stood up and acted—at least everyone present thought that they had not committed any offense.But at some point, the sedan chair had been pushed to a dangerous angle, and it was slowly falling sideways towards the astonishingly steep cliff, drawing a disturbing arc!

The hard rock is inattentive, and even if the villagers can't bear to look at it sideways, they can still hear the sound of cracking and breaking teeth. It seems that the chariot made of solid wood has been overwhelmed by repeated bumps and is slowly smashing to pieces. .

None of them dared to look at it, but they all could imagine a scene, that is, something on the cliff was falling faster and faster, and finally turned into sawdust flying all over the sky, floating on the sea surface, mixed with the things thrown earlier, together Weakly drifting from the current, the scene is abrupt and scattered.

But the villagers were still listening attentively, and suddenly there was a gleam of expression on their faces.

Even up to now, the lead cloud on the sea-sky line in the distance has not shown signs of melting, and the heavy rain has been falling for a moment, but those who kneel and listen in the heavy rain in a daze have never heard the last heavy sound. The sound of objects falling into the water.

At that moment, countless spiritual responses, visions and anecdotes came to my mind, as if the setbacks of the previous rituals didn't matter, as long as this little flame jumped up, it was enough to ignite the ashes in the hearts of the villagers again, and reborn an extraordinary life. piety.

The strong wind suddenly weakened, and the people headed by the village chief hurriedly rushed to the edge of the cliff to look down, expecting to see groups of patrolling Yachas rushing towards the waves, as fast as lightning, holding a full red flag to subdue the evil waves !

But what they saw was a few feet away from the sea under the cliff, a tree branch suddenly protruded to catch some dilapidated sedan chair boards, and happened to throw King Hong Sheng who was about to fall into the sea. It seemed to block it, so it didn't fall into the sea for a long time.

The gravel was trampled down from the cliff, and I saw the violent waves beating the cliff and making a surging sound. The fragile branches were soon overwhelmed, and finally bent into a miserable arc, followed by a few pieces of gravel After rolling over the board and falling into the sea, the red-robed and red-faced ancient statue finally plunged into the water suddenly, and disappeared completely with a whirl of water after hitting a lonely splash.

The villagers were bathed in the wind and rain with desperation on their faces, crying one after another, and thunderbolts flashed above their heads, as if they were laughing at their whimsy, and the statue of Hongsheng King, who had high hopes, was completely submerged by the sea. No matter how hard I searched, it was difficult to find any more traces——

Just like their last glimmer of hope, it was completely gone with this last futile ceremony.

Despair flashed in the eyes of the village chief, his footsteps had unknowingly stepped on the edge of the cliff, and one step further would be buried in the abyss of the vast waves, but there is nothing worse than heartbreak, the voices of the surrounding villagers are like No matter how you hear it, you can't hear it clearly, as if it is some strange language that you have never heard before...

The foot of the village chief was about to slip, but he was grabbed by the person behind him. What the village chief saw was a pair of red eyes soaked in salty rain, and stretched arms with white joints and blue skin. It was only at the distance of his face that the chaotic voice came into his ears!

"Look...someone is coming in the sea..."

Things are so strange when something happens, the idea of ​​the villagers crossing the sea is in the ascendant, and they are already in a lonely and desperate situation with no help, no food and no food, but the magic is that there is only a tiny wooden boat in the vast sea, but it can bring people Great encouragement.

At the place where the god statue fell into the water, a dark wooden boat was shuttled high in the wind and waves, and countless evil waves stretched out their long claws to overturn it, as if the evil spirits in the water were coming to claim their lives, but one oar could always land just right. Crush the waves and intercept the undercurrents. No matter how rough the surrounding waves are, this wooden boat is always as graceful as a dragon, always surviving from adversity, with an unstoppable vitality.

Not only that, on the bow of the dragon boat with the old dragon head carved, the villagers can also see an angry young man standing behind him, gnashing his teeth and yelling behind him. Difficult to understand.

"Back then, Daoist, I was able to cross the Gemini Sea in a small broken boat, from Lu Gaoyin all the way to Kurast Harbor. His grandma, I don't believe that I can't reach the ancient temple of the South China Sea today!"

Seeing that Jiang Wen and his party arrived at Zhangqiugang Village, they actually crossed the raging mountains and raging seas to the ancient temple in the South China Sea that had turned into an isolated island with the help of an old dragon. The people on the boat couldn't help cheering.

Jiang Wen is still holding the bow of the boat and grasping the direction. Thinking about how the power of mortals can compare with the power of heaven and earth, even with Jiang Wen's high martial arts, he can't ride the waves to reach the finish line. The inexhaustible drive to paddle forward while carefully navigating ahead with excellent eyesight.

I don't know whether it was bad luck along the way, or there is a rule in the world that women can't go on a boat. They almost went through all kinds of difficulties before breaking out of Shenzhupu, and then plunged into another sea storm, engulfed Fly them around.When the rain was at its heaviest, Jiang Wen and his party even had to allocate half of their manpower to scoop water in the dragon boat, so as to avoid the sinking accident.

But the more bumpy the journey, the more angry Jiang Wen became, until he brought a boat of old and weak women and children to the shore, and angrily took out a red-faced black wooden statue from the boat, and said to the dumbfounded villagers on the shore: " Who was so lacking in public morals just now, and actually threw things on it!"

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Jiang Wen and his party, who fastened the old dragon and entered the ancient temple, were almost exhausted, even if they wanted to stand up and suppress Jiao Gui, they were not strong enough.Fortunately, the villagers in Zhangqiugang Village were not so pedantic that they froze and starved themselves. They demolished the side hall early on and used it as firewood to boil water. From the perspective of wood, the things that can be used are becoming more and more scarce now.

Troops were lost along the way, Xiao Shitou and Fu Ningdie took care of Hong Wending, who was injured in both eyes, Yuan Ziyi also guarded Yan Yongchun's side restlessly, and Lei Huo and the old housekeeper were shivering from the cold because they didn't have the time to make a base Lips are blue.

Jiang Wen's internal energy has been exhausted and recovered repeatedly this time, but at least it is still stronger than others. At this time, he squeezed out the last bit to activate the Nine Suns Divine Art, stood up and wanted to help everyone get rid of the cold, but saw Luo Shuang'er stood up at the same time, wearing one long and one short Han Wang Qingdao on her waist, and suddenly walked towards Hongsheng Temple.

Jiang Wen caught up as soon as he finished his work.

"Heroes, where are you going! Now the tides and disasters outside are extremely dangerous, and the [-] troops at the end of the Song Dynasty were invincible and overthrown. Our ancestors saw it with their own eyes. Don't be impulsive!"

The old village chief saw the courage of the other party Tuntian with his own eyes. At this time, he was worried that the other party would forcefully go to sea, so he rushed to catch up with him.

But as soon as they entered the main hall, they found that the two were moving in the same place, which was the ancient stone wall with dragons and phoenixes behind the statue in the main hall.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Jiang Wen raised his hand first to show that he should be calm and not impatient. Luo Shuang'er told him that he still lacked a little confidence now and needed to find some help according to Luo Yuantong's plan.

"It's clear that the storm surge met the astronomical tide. It's okay, old man. Let me ask you something. Who taught you the method of using god statues to suppress the sea just now?" Jiang Wen hurriedly said in order to cover Luo Shuang'er.

"Hey, if it wasn't a last resort, we wouldn't offend King Hong Sheng like this..."

The old village head twisted the water on his clothes vigorously, and said helplessly: "It's just a method handed down by the old people in the village. I think it's the same everywhere. It's like burning it in a fire."

But Jiang Wen's expression was a little strange, he stared at the empty pedestal behind King Hong Sheng, and said suddenly.

"It's not that simple. At least your use of towns to control water is completely different from other places. I'm afraid this method has been passed down for thousands of years."

If the establishment of this ancient temple in the South China Sea suppressed Jiao Gui, then why this temple was built and who built it is a very important question.Looking at this majestic ancient temple, Jiang Wen recalled the most widely circulated legend about "Hong Sheng Da Wang".

Legend has it that "Hong Sheng", whose real name was Hong Xi, was the governor of Guangli in the Tang Dynasty. With integrity and honesty, he advocated reading astronomy, geography, and mathematics, and built an observatory to observe the weather. Fishermen and businessmen relied on him.Later, he died early due to hard work, and scholars cherished him, and reported his achievements to the emperor, so he was posthumously named "Guangli Hongsheng King", and a Hongsheng temple was built in the South China Sea to worship him.

From this point of view, this ancient temple in the South China Sea should have been born in the Tang Dynasty, but the history of the governor named "Hong Xi" is unknown, and the origin of his life is not clear. Why was it granted many times from Tang to Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the honor is incomparable.

Luo Yuantong told Jiang Wen that Hong Sheng actually originated from Zhu Rong. At first, people in the South China Sea believed that Zhu Rong was in charge of maritime affairs. Inland, the emperor also pays homage to it.

The earliest record of the founding of the ancient temple of the South China Sea was the 14th year (594) of Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty, who decreed that "the South China Sea is located in the south of Nanhai Town, and a temple is built near the sea". Luo Yuantong speculated that the people of Tang took advantage of this opportunity to build temples to suppress Jiao ghosts.

On the night when the black plague ravaged Zhangqiugang Village, Jiang Wen once found a remnant stele in the village. The title of the person who erected the stele remains——Jin Ziguang Lu doctor Feng of Hanyang prefect.

Since ancient times, there have been countless people surnamed Feng, but in the land of Lingnan, the important ministers surnamed Feng will remind people of Feng An, the great general in the southeast of Changzhen in the Sui and Tang dynasties, which makes Jiang Wen and Luo Yuantong think differently. Coincidentally.

You know, if Shang Kexi is only planning Yongzhen Tiannan now, then this Feng An, who was born as a descendant of Beiyan, is his predecessor 1000 years earlier.Feng An, Duke of Yue, was active in the Sui and Tang dynasties. If he advocated the establishment of the ancient temple in the South China Sea, it is very likely that Yang Jian’s edict would be obtained, and there is a better way to use the Feng family’s deep-rooted influence in Lingnan to make this god in the Tang Dynasty. A generation has been granted titles repeatedly, and the incense is endless.

"I want to dig it up and see that there should be something buried under this mural."

Luo Shuang'er suddenly said something indistinctly, then squatted down, and started digging the soft soil with her bare hands.

For some reason, probably since the Feng Shui situation was broken, the soil under the feet of King Hong Sheng has been emitting dense water vapor, causing the plastic murals to peel off, moldy and mossy, and the soil has become extremely moist and soft. It doesn't look like a piece of land on top of a hill at all.

The old village chief didn't know whether he should stop it, so he simply stood aside and let the two of them mess around.

Jiang Wen leaned next to Luo Shuang'er, looked at her extraordinarily serious face, and whispered, "Miss Luo, did you find something? Will it help you suppress Jiaogui?"

Luo Shuang'er stopped her movements and remained silent for a moment, then tilted her head and said, "I don't know, but I feel something is down there."

Jiang Wen frowned and said, "Are you so sure that there is something buried underneath?"

Luo Shuang'er nodded with absolute certainty: "My father told me that the Tang people must have used something as a town to stabilize the sea eye, and took advantage of the situation to suppress the ghosts. s things."

Jiang Wen looked at Luo Shuang'er more curiously, but found that the girl's face was abnormally cold, a little pale because of being soaked in cold water, and she looked like a puppet without the emotions of ordinary people.

"Speaking of which, is the town thing really useful? That black dragon tablet won't be invalid, right?"

Jiang Wen still asked out the doubts in his heart.

Town things.It can be as big as a city pagoda or as small as a stone and a nail. As the name suggests, it is a thing to suppress evil.In order to obtain inner peace, the ancients often used scriptures, spirit beasts, tooth horns, and peach wood as town objects in their daily lives, reflecting a psychological suggestion of seeking good fortune and avoiding harm.

Therefore, even though Jiang Wen has used the stone engraved with the true shape of Wuyi to suppress the Jie under the Wuyi Mountains, he still does not understand the principle of it, and it is even more difficult to imagine that this is a universally applicable thing. , can be used to deal with the Yixi things at the bottom of the water.

Luo Shuang'er glanced at Jiang Wen lightly, but the movement of digging the ground with her hands did not slow down at all, she broke through the soil layer in two or three strokes, and pulled out a lot of things that looked like mud from the bottom.

"Only gold can restrain wood, dragons hide, and earth, water, turtles and snakes descend. It comes from the mutual generation and restraint of the five elements. Since ancient times, iron rhinoceros and copper bulls have been used to control water, not to mention that in the house, talisman swords are often used to deal with hanging ghost zombies. Doesn't head Jiang believe this? ?”

Jiang Wen scratched his head, and said helplessly: "It's not a question of whether you believe it or not, but that this thing is afraid of deviations in probability, so it can't be foolproof. For example, Miss Luo, you came here with a heavy responsibility, so you can't miss it... ..."

He was rambling on, but found that Luo Shuang'er's digging movement suddenly stopped, and she was struggling to stretch her arms, trying to pull something heavy out of the foundation pit, but she couldn't use all her strength because of her petite stature.

"Miss Luo, let me come."

Jiang Wen took the initiative to speak, and then stretched out his arms to stir in the scalp-numbing mud pit. It was not difficult but extremely muddy. The tentacles felt a chill that pierced through the bottom of his heart, and his scalp began to tingle, as if touched by his fingers. What I got was not ordinary soil, but the fishy and sticky saliva of some kind of horrible creature.

Soon, Jiang Wen's fingers touched something dense to the touch. His fingernails scratched like jade and gentle, but when he touched it again, he felt that the surface was bumpy, not the softness and softness of jade.

The shape of this thing was a bit weird. After repeated confirmation, Jiang Wen finally found the correct position. With a lot of strength, he finally pulled out an extremely thick silicified bone from the bottom of the mud pit.

"What kind of bone is this...?"

Jiang Wen was extremely surprised. A single bone was as long as Jiang Wen's leg. He had never seen such a thick bone growing on anyone's body, but judging from the shape and characteristics, it was clearly derived from human bones!

He kept digging out bones from the mud pit, and they scattered all over the ground, which scared the old village head enough. He thought it was some generation of dead people being dug out, but as they pieced together slowly, they found that it was A humanoid skeleton with only the lower body, without clothes or hair, but even if only half of it remains at this time, it is still two meters tall, and the weird joints are extremely thick. The luster is like a treasure polished by thousands of years.

Luo Shuang'er didn't care about washing her hands, so she stared at the huge and astonishing skeleton, and said slowly, "Father guessed that Feng An suppressed the corpse of the white ape under the ancient temple in the South China Sea, but I didn't expect the legend to be true... ..."

Luo Shuang'er told Jiang Wen that Luo Yuantong had obtained many clues in investigating the builders of the ancient temples in the South China Sea over the years, and all of these clues pointed to Feng An, Duke of Yue during the Sui and Tang dynasties.

Today's Shang Kexi thinks highly of himself, but his foundation in Lingnan is still shallow. Even after ten years of hard work, he still hasn't been able to fully grasp the secrets hidden in this Guangzhou mansion.Although Feng An's ancestors were Hu people who went south, Feng An's grandfather, Feng Bao, the prefect of Gaoliang, had married Mrs. Xianying Xiantai as his wife early on.

Mrs. Xian Tai is the princess of Gaoliang and the leader of the slang (the branch of the ancestors of the Zhuang nationality). Her family has been the leader of the slang in South Vietnam from the Qin and Han Dynasties to the Southern and Northern Dynasties, leading the tribe of the slang in South Vietnam. Madam, hereditary became the chief at a young age.

Luo Yuantong has been speculating that this place was built by Feng An, and the reason for building the temple must be the in-depth knowledge of Jiao ghosts among the local people in Lingnan. The flood ghosts have been suppressed for thousands of years!

"Miss Luo, you have said so much, is it possible that you still don't know what the other party knows?"

Jiang heard immediately that this was an air-to-air guess, a game in which he knew that the opponent might have a hole card, but he didn't know what the hole card was.If Luo Yuantong was not also a rhinoceros wielder and Jiang Wen had more trust in his professionalism, otherwise he would have sneered at this kind of boring behavior long ago.

"Well, Dad doesn't know what happened, but he only knows that the Fengshui situation in this ancient temple in the South China Sea is very good. If you want to suppress the dragon ghosts, you must rely on the golden scissors gathered by the three rivers to completely cut off the evil dragons under the water. "

Luo Shuang'er still answered very calmly, which made Jiang Wen always wonder if she lacked nerves about nervousness or embarrassment in her head, that's why she took everything for granted.Or is this Luo Yuantong's way of cultivating the next generation of rhino wielders, thinking that the first task is to eradicate the other party's overly complicated emotions?
Jiang Wen thought about this, and glanced at the silly-looking little stone, and then fell into deep thought—maybe this kid can really take over?

"Master Jiang, Dad once found clues in ancient books, so he guessed that the bones of the white ape might be suppressed under the temple, and this object first appeared in the hands of Ouyang He, the governor of Guangzhou in the Chen Dynasty."

Luo Shuang'er continued after a while, "In the early years of the Chen Dynasty, Ouyang He, the governor of Guangzhou, once presented the Ma Yuan weapons to General Han Fubo to show his loyalty, but for some reason, his ambition suddenly swelled, and he came up with the idea of ​​standing on his own, and threatened Mrs. Xian to join the rebellion. "

"At that time, Mrs. Xian was in command of Baiyue, and then joined forces with General Zhang Zhaoda of the Chen Dynasty, and entered the city overnight to quell the turmoil. Afterwards, the Chen Dynasty conferred the titles of Mrs. Xian, Mrs. Zhonglang, and Mrs. Shi Longtai, as governors. It is very likely that the half of the white ape's bones came to Feng Xian's family at that time."

It was a sudden expansion of ambition, and a sudden peacefulness. Jiang Wen has already noticed that these inexplicable careerists seem to be indispensable in the stories surrounding the development of Guangzhou City. Could it be that Ouyang He also once controlled the Luo Mansion? The secret passage below?And Mrs. Xian relied on another secret way to counter the opponent?
Moreover, in Jiang Wen's eyes, the existence of bones that can be quickly silicified after death is obviously not something that can be achieved by ordinary things. It was calcified in the silt together with the surrounding sediments, and for some reason, it seemed that it was inevitable to have some relationship with the Yixi thing.

"Miss Luo, the 'ancient book' mentioned by senior Luo, shouldn't it be the "Bi Ti Jiang Zong Bai Yuan Biography"?"

Aware of the two key words Ouyang He and Baiyuan, Jiang Wen instantly thought of the legends of the "Giant of Gan" and "Shandu" that he had talked with the White Lotus Sect at night. The White Lotus Sect must have investigated the news about these mysterious things at the beginning. Only then will I want to talk to myself in detail.

And who is Ouyang He?He is the father of the great calligrapher Ouyang Xun. What Luo Yuantong is referring to is clearly the legend that he turned into a white ape and stole beautiful women for others, making Ouyang Xun look like an ape!

But this time, Luo Yuantong used the unique heroism of the Jianghu people in the right position, and was not confused by the twists and turns of grievances and grievances that Chinese people and inkmen are used to. When they arrived in Changle (in today's Guilin area), after pacifying the slangs in various caves, they began to wipe out the remnants of the enemies who had hidden in the high mountains.

All kinds of signs indicate that Ouyang He seems to have encountered some weird and weird things in the depths of the mountain—then, did General Fubo Ma Yuan, who also conquered this place, have any strange and terrifying encounters?
Regarding this matter, what Zhou Qufei of the Southern Song Dynasty also mentioned in "Ling Wai Dai Answer" is enough to be regarded as a supplement to "The Legend of the White Ape" and the current matter-"Under the colorful rocks in Jingjiang Mansion, there used to be monkeys, The life span is thousands of years, there are changes in divine power, and they cannot be restrained. Many beautiful women are stolen, and the wife of Ouyang Duhu is also with them. Ouyang plans to kill them, take his wife back, and Madam Yu becomes a nun. The monkey bone is buried in the cave , can still be a demon, and go to the houses in the north of the city, everyone will fly stones, but the people with the surname Ouyang will be silent."

This white ape can even turn its bones into monsters, which is shocking enough.Jiang Wen stared at the calm and unremarkable huge skeleton. He didn't know how to examine the things in front of him for a while, but there was always a trace of doubt in his heart that could not be resolved.

"Miss Luo, let's not discuss the matter of the white ape for the time being. Let's just say that this corpse really has supernatural powers to suppress the dragon ghosts at the bottom of the water?"

Jiang Wen was thinking, if there is really a way to control Yi Xi with Yi Xi in this world, maybe he can get some inspiration from it.But Luo Shuang'er didn't answer Jiang Wen again this time, but just walked out of the hall with a few dry bones within her power.

At that moment, Jiang Wen wiped his eyes and noticed that Luo Shuang'er's back changed again. It seemed that the bloatedness of mortals had completely faded away, but there was no mistyness of gods. He walked forward with an ancient rhythm, which was very different With the appearance of martial arts and dancing, he walked slowly in the rain.

(End of this chapter)