the last priest

After the sixty groups of celestial branches were completely rearranged through the bloodstains, five red lines were left on the entire millstone, and these lines were interconnected by a complete circle in the middle.

When the pattern finally appeared, Cha Wenbin was taken aback and said, "Sun wheel!"

That's right, this pattern is exactly the same as the bronze sun wheel found on the top of Qifeng Mountain. Except for the sun wheel that has been with Zha Wenbin, they have never found this pattern anywhere else.

The scene a few years ago resurfaced in Cha Wenbin's mind again: he was lying in the jade coffin, and the white beard outside told Lao Wang that he was looking for a key, and a bronze sun wheel was the key. The key, as long as you open that door, you can lead to it. . . . . .

Over the years, the sun wheel with a special shape has rarely been moved in recent years except for the heat it emitted before, but everyone has thought about this thing.In the tomb of the Nine Palaces, the two wheels of the sun and the moon met for the first time. On the top of Kunlun, he once took the sun wheel and wanted to send it to the top of the goddess's head, but it has never been used as a key. The code turned out to be the sun wheel!

Copper bells, passwords, sun wheels, Bashu, Northwest Zhejiang, organizations, old knives, and mining, this series of information quickly formed a picture in Zha Wenbin's mind: dragon veins!

Is there anything more important to the state apparatus than Jiangshan?

"Zhuo Xiong, we can't stay here anymore, we have to get out quickly." Cha Wenbin stepped back, preparing to pull Zhuo Xiong along with him, and finally escaped from one vortex, he didn't want to step into another vortex.

"Open it!" The voice was cold and familiar, and a black gun barrel was already pressed against Cha Wenbin's forehead.

"It's you?" Not far away, Cha Wenbin had already seen Zhuo Xiong who had passed out on the ground.

"Open it!" repeated and mechanically answered.

Press it towards the circle in the middle, and then there was a "click" sound, and the grinding disc moved around instantly, and a black lacquered hole appeared.

The gun barrel hit Zha Wenbin's forehead again and shouted: "Get down!"

Zha Wenbin's answer was also very straightforward: "I don't want to be a sinner, and I won't be a sinner. I've already opened the door for you. If you want to go down, please feel free."

There was a "hiss", it was Zhuo Xiong rubbing the back of his head in pain. When he saw someone pointing a gun at Cha Wenbin, he never thought it was this person.

"It's just right, come here." The barrel of the gun waved towards Zhuo Xiong twice, and then hit Cha Wenbin's forehead again.

Seeing that Cha Wenbin was being held hostage, Zhuo Xiong had no choice but to walk over enduring the severe pain in the back of his head.

"Jump down!" said the gun barrel towards the big black hole.

Cha Wenbin struggled to remember but was hit on the head by the gun butt, the pain made Cha Wenbin's nose sore, "Don't make things difficult for me brother, I will go down."

"No, I've changed my mind now, he's going down."

Zhuo Xiong only smiled slightly at Cha Wenbin, then turned around and disappeared at the entrance of the cave. After a quarter of an hour, he heard an "Ah" from below. pain of.

Putting away the barrel, the man's laughter has already started to distort: ​​"When you enter the Golden Well, you have to pay homage with a living person. Isn't that right, Mr. Cha?"

"You will have a terrible death!" This was the first time Cha Wenbin cursed in his life.

"I didn't intend to die properly, now it's your turn, get down!" The barrel of the gun poked Cha Wenbin's forehead again.

Cha Wenbin stood up and looked up at the dragon head, before disappearing at the entrance of the cave.

In Liangjiagou, the rain has begun to weaken and the water level has also begun to drop, but I am still drowsy and lack of energy. My parents are so anxious that there is nothing I can do. The little lama of the Cha family has come to find someone. Cha Wenbin is nowhere to be found.At that time, the village was busy with another matter: the dead body of the salesman was gone!

There are only two lonely benches left in the simple mourning hall, and even the coffins on the benches are gone. No one will be buried in this rainy day, and there is nowhere to bury them. All I know is that the dog in the village barked last night It's amazing.Because it rained too much when he died, there were no people who came to express condolences. Last night, only his wife and children stayed at the coffin, and they all crawled on the side of the coffin and fell asleep in the middle of the night. They woke up this morning. At first glance, there was no coffin in the house. After crying and shouting, the villagers came over one after another through the mud.

What's even more bizarre is that there were no extra footprints left on the scene, as if the flat ground had evaporated. You must know that the coffin weighed several hundred catties, and it was impossible for three or four adult men to move it. It was a large black lacquered coffin, and it was reluctantly sent over as a ship's envoy.

While people were talking about it, a ragged boy rushed in, and someone shouted outside: "Old Xia, someone is looking for you."

The boy was covered in mud, his clothes were torn in many places, his face was covered with bloodstains, he looked like a beggar.The boy grabbed my father's arm and said, "Uncle, quickly find someone to go into the mountain to rescue my master, he is...he is..."

Only now did Dad recognize that the child was Hetu, and quickly supported his hand and said, "Don't worry, speak slowly."

"Come on...it's too late, he's here, on the top of Dianjing Mountain, fell, fell into a pit!" After finishing speaking, Hetu collapsed into his father's arms. It's important that the forehead is hot, and I think it's because it rained all night before it fell down the mountain.Dianjing mountain, everyone in our local area doesn't know, even if you walk to the foot of the mountain, it will take half a day for a person who travels in the mountain all the year round.

"Send it to the hospital, hurry up!" Dad asked two young and strong people to find a way to send the child out of the village, and hurriedly gathered a group of good laborers to take the guy to Dianjing Mountain.

Because the road was washed away by the flood, these twenty people walked on the mountain road. When they reached the foot of Dianjing Mountain, they found that there was no rain at all, and even the leaves on the trees were dry.

In the past, the old people often said not to go to Dianjing Mountain. There are many mines left by the People’s Liberation Army on the mountain. Those holes are covered by vegetation, and if you are not careful, you will fall down.This theory has been going on in the village for 30 years, and indeed no one has gone up in the past 30 years. Abba and the others thought that Cha Wenbin had fallen into the mine, so they just wanted to go up to save people quickly.

Dianjing Mountain, there is no way to go. The team 30 years ago left a small path to carry the machine. Along this path, the descendants of Liangjiagou set foot on the door of this house for the first time. Mountains that can be seen but never visited.

The potholes on the top of the mountain are densely distributed. A piece of clothing was pressed by stones and placed in a conspicuous place. There was a line of words written in white limestone on the clothes: The potholes can only be closed and listened to. Commanded by others, the master is in the biggest pit.

Needless to say, this was the mark left by Hetu. If he didn't remind them, the villagers might fall into the pit one by one.

To be on the safe side, Dad and the others went down alone, tied a rope around their waists and closed their eyes to listen to the instructions. In this way, when there was no place to stand at the entrance of the cave, there were still five people left who did not come down.

They carried miner's lamps, hunting knives, and firearms such as double-barreled shotguns for hunting.Dad tied the rope first and went down first. He didn't hear the sound of rumbling water until about 30 meters above the ground.

Then, people began to come down again and again, and the people in the village lamented for the first time that there was such a place in Liangjiagou.While sighing, everyone noticed that there was a raised stone platform in the middle, like a circular well, and the water seemed to be about to spread to the mouth of the well and pour into it.There are two higher stone platforms beside the well, and a large black coffin is placed on the stone platform.

"It's the shopkeeper's coffin!" Someone said, because he sent the coffin there that day in the rain.

"Why are you here?" People began to rush towards the coffin. The lid of the coffin was opened. Apart from a quilt, there was only a note with the date of birth written on it.

"No, it's not this one. The word 'longevity' is written on that coffin. It's for my father. I lent it to them first, but not this one."

"Come and see!" Another shouted, and the man picked up a rag near the well, which seemed to be scraped off from his clothes.It is rare for people to wear linen fabrics, and Cha Wenbin usually wears this kind of material.

"He might be down there." Ah Dad said, but this deep well is pitch black, as long as you stand at the mouth of the well, there will be a slight chill rising up, and no one dares to say it easily.

Every family has orphans, old and young, and no one is superhuman. They have tried their best to get here, and Dad understands.In the end, apart from Dad, there were two younger children who decided to go down. These two were helped by Cha Wenbin in the past. The three of them picked out the things they needed, and started walking along the rope one by one. sink. . . . . .