Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Chapter 95 The Mysterious Snake God of Fuxian Lake

A low voice came.

Chen Yulou turned around subconsciously, glanced at Partridge Whistle, and then nodded calmly.

There are a lot of people talking right now.

Not the place to talk.

and.

He also had many questions and wanted to find out clearly from the ship boss.

However, before that, Chen Yulou took a look at Kunlun, who immediately understood and sent Yuan Hong back to the cabin.

It can be seen from the actions of these people just now.

There are indeed many rules and taboos for boat runners.

If it is discovered, it will cause unnecessary trouble.

Watching the two of them disappear at the top of the stairs.

Chen Yulou did not speak in a hurry, but waited calmly.

For people like them who rely on water.

Along the rivers and lakes, people will perform sacrifices and worship the gods.

What's more, a legendary Dragon King really appeared in front of them. They were probably more shocked than they were, but the ship boss and the others were in awe from the bottom of their hearts.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to recover from that emotion for a while.

really.

Waited for quite a while.

The guys finally woke up and helped each other get up from the deck.

The captain of the boat whispered something to them.

The expressions of the group of people changed, then they nodded and left quickly with relief.

He spoke the local dialect and spoke quickly.

Chen Yulou couldn't understand it at all.

However, we can guess something from his demeanor and body movements.

It's nothing more than letting them keep today's events rotten in their stomachs.

Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to the Dragon King.

Wait until a bunch of young guys leave.

When Chen Yulou and others were the only ones left on the deck, the ship boss sighed.

Throughout his life, he has been at the helm since he was a teenager, making a living on the water, and has come into contact with countless people from all over the world.

A pair of eyes is more poisonous than a snake.

How could you not understand what they meant?

Not going down with the guys, but staying alone, said it all.

However, he did not get up, but continued to sit on the deck with his legs crossed, and took out the hookah stuck on his waist.

Different from those old men who smoke dry cigarettes in Chenjiazhuang.

People here mostly use hookahs and grow their own tobacco leaves.

Planted in spring and summer, harvested in season like a crop, sent to the tobacco room for baking, and then made into tobacco.

When you want to use it, roll it up little by little.

The hookah in the bowman's hand was fine.

The size is not that amazing.

Last time I was at Tianshengqiao Pier.

Chen Yulou even saw an old man from the Yi ethnic group holding up a bamboo tube and puffing out mist.

After two lifetimes, this was the first time I met him, and I was really shocked.

He swallowed a few mouthfuls.

The head of the boat seemed to feel much calmer.

Seeing this, Chen Yulou didn't waste any more time. He pondered for a moment before speaking.

"Have you seen the Water Dragon King many times?"

Since he was waiting for him to speak.

How could Chen Yulou beat around the bush?

"Yes."

"Including this time today, it must have happened three or four times."

really.

Listen to him ask about the Dragon Prince.

The captain was not surprised, and a flash of memory flashed across his deeply wrinkled face.

He has been away from home for too long.

I have seen countless dragons, fish and turtles in the water.

But Lord Dragon is the first in Nanpanjiang River.

Not everyone is qualified to be called the River God Dragon King.

As far back as he can remember, he has heard his elders talk about the Dragon King across the river. Those who make a living on the water rely on the Dragon King for his protection and food.

How could you offer it carelessly?

"So many times?"

After hearing him say it casually three or four times, even though Chen Yulou was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but have a look of surprise in his eyes.

Panjiang stretches for more than two thousand miles.

The Nanpan River alone crosses the two provinces of Yunnan and Guizhou.

Who can tell clearly how many fish scales are hidden under the seemingly calm water?

He was able to encounter it three or four times.

The probability is much lower than winning the lottery.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he meant that the leader of the ship was lucky or had bad luck.

"It's nothing."

"I heard from the old people in the village that they have seen him seven or eight times."

The boat head removed the hookah from his mouth, shook his head and said.

Seven or eight times.

Hear this.

The eyes of the people behind him suddenly widened.

It feels like a fantasy.

The moment the black shadow appeared just now, they felt as if the waves were roaring, the sea was boiling, especially the evil spirit that filled the air, and the blood in their bodies seemed to have stagnated.

Unable to move.

It was even difficult to breathe.

You know, there are six people on the deck at the moment.

Which one is not a veteran of the battlefield?

I even successfully hunted and killed a big demon when I was in Pingshan.

But even so, at this moment, my mind is still a little immersed in it, and the horror is difficult to eliminate.

These boat owners are just ordinary people.

In front of that big demon.

Not to mention encirclement and killing, even the simplest thought of resistance did not dare to come up.

In the end, they didn't dare to look under the boat.

But there was a startling glimpse from a few hundred meters away.

It feels like a floating island in the water.

It only takes a moment to capsize a ship.

In addition, most of the monsters in the world are bloody and cruel, so a narrow escape from death can be interpreted as a sign of good fortune.

I can survive seven or eight times.

They really can't imagine how they did it?

Looking at their expressions, the captain knew what they were thinking, but he didn't explain too much, just shook his head and said.

"It's normal if you don't believe it."

"If I, Bamo, had not experienced it myself, it would be difficult for me to imagine it."

Barmo?

This was the first time everyone heard his name.

When we first hired a boat, we only knew that the captain of the boat was from the Yi ethnic group.

There are almost hundreds of scattered ethnic groups in southern Yunnan.

It is different from that of later generations.

There is no such thing as branching these days.

For example, the Mosuo people on the Lugu Lake side of Lijiang are a separate ethnic group and are not simply included in the Naxi people.

"Ba...Boss of the boat, to tell you the truth, Chen has traveled extensively over the years and has been to many places. He has heard many legends about the Dragon King and River God."

"It's just a little unclear."

"Could it be that the river god of Nanpan River never knows how to lift a boat?"

Listen to him speak slowly.

Chen Yulou still couldn't believe it.

You must know that the Iron-headed Dragon King of Gulan County is entrenched in the Yellow River and has capsized countless passing ships.

Even blood food is required for every sacrifice.

What is blood food?

It's not as simple as pigs, sheep, cows and horses.

Instead, a group of boys and girls were selected.

But even so, the Iron-Headed Dragon King still continues to wreak havoc, and every year many people who run boats are buried in the belly of the fish.

Judging from the demonic aura just now.

The black shadow under the water is at least the level of a great demon.

Although the building boat they were traveling on was surprisingly large, it shouldn't be difficult to overturn it based on its ability.

But it came in waves.

A cow head was just... sent away?

to be frank.

He had already communicated with Nu Qingji just now.

As long as the water monster is wreaking havoc, I will kill the monster today and get the elixir.

But the result really puzzled him.

"You think too much about your future life."

Hearing this, the captain of the ship, Bamo, couldn't help but sneered.

"We are lucky this time, otherwise do you really think we can escape?"

When sailing on the water, just like farmers, they eat with their fingers to the sky.

With good luck everything will go smoothly.

If they were unlucky and the boat was capsized, all of them would have to go down to feed the fish.

"My third uncle, more than 20 years ago, was sailing across the Panjiang River. Just because he said a wrong sentence, he offended the Dragon King. No one among the dozens of people in the boat survived."

Talk about this past event.

Bamo's cloudy eyes were full of sorrow. "It seems... we are lucky."

Chen Yulou was startled when he heard this, then shrugged and laughed at himself.

If you really dare to lift the boat.

I just don’t know if its teeth are sharp enough.

"Boss of the boat, a river god like Panjiang Dragon King, how big is this place?"

See him pondering.

Partridge Whistle, who had been silent for a long time, asked for the first time.

"That's a lot."

"How can there not be more?"

"In this world, mountains are guarded by mountain gods, and water houses are naturally guarded by river gods."

Bamo glanced at him.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The Bai people live together in southern Yunnan, and each ethnic group has its own belief in gods. After all, Taoists like him are in the minority.

At least he only meets them a few times a year when traveling on boats.

But he is a cultivator after all.

Bamo's tone also became much more respectful.

"Are there other places too?"

Partridge Whistle frowned slightly.

Although he has traveled around the world for many years, most of his time has only been in the mountains.

There are still very few water monsters encountered.

I've heard it before, but this is the first time I've seen it with my own eyes like today.

"of course."

"Or do you think that all the taboos our boatmen say are groundless?"

There seemed to be very few tobacco leaves left in the hookah.

Bamo said as he took out the cigarette pouch from his pocket.

He gently twisted a small handful from it and slowly stuffed it into the hookah. Then he took out the fire sickle stone that he had used to burn incense and light the paper. He rubbed it gently and the dark red light flickered again.

White smoke continued to come out of his nose.

There was something in his words.

Chen Yulou's mind moved and he simply sat down against the side of the ship and asked with interest.

"The captain of the boat, who is the most ferocious... or the most amazing river god you have ever encountered in your life?"

When I heard him ask about this.

The eyes of the people around him also lit up.

All eyes fell on Bamo's weather-beaten, dark, angular face.

"The most vicious..."

Bamo seemed to be gradually getting into a conversation.

No one who sails on a boat has ever seen some strange things that are rare for ordinary people to encounter.

But the young people in the village have long been tired of hearing it, and even the younger members of the family don't give a damn.

Most of the time he was talking to himself alone.

Now, he finally met a few people who were willing to listen to his stories.

How could Bamo still hold back.

Smoke drifted before my eyes.

An obscure luster suddenly flashed through those cloudy eyes.

“If it’s a bad place, it’s better than Xianren Lake.”

Fairy Lake?

Hear the name.

Chen Yulou immediately realized that this was Fuxian Lake.

Bamo put down his hookah.

Standing casually next to it.

Under the curious eyes of the group, he slowly talked about a past incident.

That was when he was young.

Counting it now, it has been at least thirty years, right?

In southern Yunnan, hundreds of rivers flow into the sea, and there are countless rivers and lakes.

The ancestors of the Bamo family were boatmen who relied on water to draft water. They did everything from fishing, sailing, and ferrying.

The world was not good when you were young.

Plus my father is seriously ill.

The family cannot afford life-saving money for medical treatment and medicine.

But running a boat is to earn hard money, and if you want to save your life, you have to fight for it.

By chance, a man from the south was recruiting boatmen everywhere, saying he wanted to go to Liangwang Mountain in Xianren Lake.

Immortal Lake is also Fuxian Lake.

There have been countless rumors since ancient times.

It is said that the bottom of the lake leads directly to the Dragon Palace, and the Water Dragon King lives under the water. The local people regard Fuxian Lake as a holy lake and dare not enter the water easily.

Even if they spend a lot of money, no one dares to take it.

The leader of the boat was young and energetic at that time, and he was waiting for money to save his life, so he took it without thinking.

Drive the boat all the way to the islands in the lake.

At first, he was actually a little scared. After all, no one who has relied on water for generations has never heard some weird rumors.

But after getting into the water and firing his bow, there was no turning back, and he couldn't care less.

According to him.

Before entering the water, it was a cloudless sunny day, and the water in Xianren Lake was so clear that you could see to the bottom.

The boats floated on the water.

It's like ferrying on the Tianhe River.

Those who came from the south ran from the cabin to the deck one after another, and were so amazed by the beautiful scenery on Xianren Lake that they could not close their mouths.

It was actually the first time for Ba Mo to come here.

Although he lives in Tianshengqiao, more than two hundred miles away from Xianren Lake, he mostly travels on the Nanpan River, either running boats or fishing.

but.

He was at the helm, so he had to look at the ship all the time, and he didn't pay much attention to the scenery.

and.

In his opinion, Xianren Lake is clearer than elsewhere.

The so-called beautiful scenery is not just mountains and rivers, but nothing good to see.

We held the boat all the way to the middle of the lake.

Those wealthy businessmen from the south were completely attracted by the beautiful scenery and kept talking.

Ba Mo is a Yi.

There is no language barrier.

Those southerners spoke softly to Wu Nong, but he couldn't understand them, so he just immersed himself in his work.

About an hour later.

Seeing Liang Wangshan appear in sight.

Bamo's heart slowly fell back into his stomach.

These wealthy businessmen were generous and gave him twenty taels of silver for this trip. When he was running boats on the river, he could not earn that much in two or three years.

It's so close now.

How could he not be happy?

He was thinking in his mind that the treatment and medicine he needed would only cost him a few taels of silver at most, and he would have enough left over to buy a better ship.

When you are proud.

Suddenly, there was a violent collision on the ship, as if it had hit something. The nobles were frightened and stood on the bow of the ship, screaming in surprise.

Ba Mo felt very sorry.

I just wanted to go over and have a look, so I could accompany Xin and comfort him.

After all, he is a big benefactor, so he cannot be offended.

only……

When he walked out of the cabin and stuck his head out to look over.

Just discovered.

On the calm lake, a sinkhole whirlpool unexpectedly appeared.

The surrounding water waves rose upright into the sky.

It's like forming a cylindrical water curtain.

Just now, the bow of the ship hit the water curtain, which caused such a big noise.

Has Bamo ever seen such a weird thing?

The whole person was so frightened that he almost couldn't stand still.

He desperately tried to call the distinguished guests back to the cabin, but they seemed to be stunned and remained motionless.

soon.

Bamo noticed something was wrong.

It wasn't that they were scared out of their wits, but there was a monster he had never seen before lying beside the pit that day, shaped like a giant python or a legendary dragon.

The head is hanging in the air.

A pair of eyes, as big as a millstone, were all red, staring at the group of people on the bow of the boat.

Bamo didn't dare to shout anymore.

Covering his mouth with his hands, he hid behind the cabin door and peeked through the gap.

I saw the big snake, opening its huge mouth and swallowing six or seven people in one breath.

Ba Mo is also considered a bold person.

But when he saw that scene with his own eyes, he was so frightened that he fainted on the spot.

When he wakes up.

The sinkhole on the lake had disappeared, and the boat had drifted to Liangwang Mountain. He didn't dare to stay longer, so he drove the boat back to the shore like crazy.

I stayed with a local Miao family for several days.

Only then did he manage to regain his breath.

During this period, he also heard about many taboo mysteries on Fuxian Lake.

But I have never heard of the rumors about the Dragon King and the River God.

But Ba Mo knew that the big snake in the sinkhole at the bottom of the lake might be the river god of Xianren Lake.

Speaking of which.

Bamo picked up the hookah, stood up, glanced at everyone, sighed, and then left a meaningful message.

"I kept this in my heart for many years and didn't dare to tell anyone."

"Now that I'm older, I always think about the past, and I feel like there's a stone weighing on my heart if I don't say it out loud."

"You young people, no matter where you go from now on, you'd better pay homage when you go through mountains and rivers. There may be gods within three feet of your head."

(End of this chapter)