Happy Tycoon

Yang Jing originally thought that Luoyang was a big city, so he could buy almost everything here, including the diving equipment he needed most.

The Taoist temple has now been submerged in an area more than 100 meters below the water level of the Xiaolangdi Reservoir. This depth is definitely considered deep water. If you want to go down, you must wear professional diving equipment.

But the fact is that this kind of professional full-dry deep-water diving suit is not easy to buy, even in Luoyang, there is no place that sells this kind of professional diving suit.

In desperation, Yang Jing could only make a phone call to Guo Dabao, asking him to hurry up and purchase a set of fully dry scuba in Yanjing that can dive more than 100 meters deep, and then send it over by air express.

For this reason, Yang Jing waited in Luoyang for three full days. As for Wang Dadi, I can only call to say sorry.

After the diving suit was delivered to Yang Jin and signed for, he directly threw the whole set of equipment into the storage space while no one was there.

This kind of diving suit is not the bulky helmet-wearing diving suit. In fact, Guo Dabao once asked Yang Jing if he needed that kind of diving suit, but Yang Jing did not agree.

The most important thing is that at least two people need to cooperate to put on that kind of diving equipment. Yang Jing is alone, how can he wear that kind of diving suit. Besides, Yang Jing consulted the holy ring, and it is absolutely no problem to dive more than 100 meters wearing dry scuba equipment under the condition of back-feeding skill protection, and because of the energy protection, as long as the energy is not exhausted, Yang Jing Don't worry about decompression sickness either.

It was for these reasons that Yang Jing asked Guo Dabao to buy such a set of diving equipment.

When he returned to Wang Dadi's house, Yang Jing was surprised to find that the big carp kidnapper he bought from the old fisherman was still living freely in the tank of Wang Dadi's house.

Oh, my big brother, you are finally back! If you don't come back, my father will really cook this fish. My father was thinking about this fish three days ago. Upon meeting, Wang Dadi It's like the common people saw the Eighth Route Army, that's called enthusiasm.

Yang Jing was also a little embarrassed, and released Wang Dadi's pigeons twice in a row, which was something Yang Jing had never done before.

Brother Dadi, I'm really sorry. I got stuck with some things. No, I'll be back as soon as the matter is resolved.

No hurry, no hurry. Wang Dadi smiled.

Yang Jing took out two bottles of 80-year-old Wuliangye from the car, and said with a smile: To make amends, I brought you two bottles of old wine, which are rare now. You can ask the old man to come over later. Make fish, and let the old man taste the wine by the way.

Wang Dadi took the two bottles of wine and looked at them, his eyes almost fell out. Oh, big brother, this wine is very expensive. Wuliangye from 1980 is worth tens of thousands of bottles now?

Hehe, isn't wine just for people to drink? Since I brought it, I have to get rid of these two bottles of wine today.

Middle! This wine belongs to you big brother, you have the final say. Wang Dadi said with a smile.

Wang Dadi's father is a fat old man in his sixties. If you just look at his figure, he is definitely a cook. Isn’t there a saying that a person with a big head and a thick neck is either a chef or a butcher.

This old man's figure is a standard cook's figure

The old man also saw the two bottles of wine that Yang Jing brought, so he was very careful when cooking.

Not to mention, this old man's craftsmanship is really not built, Wang Dadi is not bragging, as long as his old man's craftsmanship, it is really possible to be a chef in the provincial party committee guest house in the early years.

Perhaps because of the stimulation of those two bottles of wine, the old man cooked eight dishes in a row, and each dish was a boutique. The most important thing is that these eight dishes are not only very authentic in color, aroma, and taste, but also delicious in taste.

In the old man's arrogant words - the man also cooked for the secretary back then!

A meal really makes a guest and host enjoy themselves. Yang Jing didn't drink much, the two bottles of wine were almost poured by Wang Dadi and his son. Anyway, after he was full, Wang Dadi could barely insist on giving Yang Jing the key to the speedboat. As for the old man, he had already laid down on the bed to recover his corpse.

Yang Jing rented Wang Dadi's speedboat for another night at a price of 5,000 yuan. The reason was that he wanted to go fishing with his friends at night and live in the ancient town opposite the reservoir at night. Wang Dadi himself was stupefied, and together with fifty red hundred-yuan bills, he happily handed over the key to Yang Jing.

At almost nine o'clock in the evening, Yang Jing walked out of Wang Dadi's house. As soon as he went out, he was shivered by the biting north wind.

To say that today is indeed not a good day to go into the water, the weather was quite good yesterday, but the north wind blew up at noon today. A cold current quickly descended from far away Siberia, and the bitter north wind brought the temperature down by as much as ten degrees.

Tightening the collar of his clothes, Yang Jing quickly walked to the pier, found Wang Dadi's speedboat, and used the key to unlock the wire lock that locked the speedboat. After igniting the fire, he plunged into the dark Xiaolangdi Reservoir.

At about half past nine, Yang Jing drove the boat to the bottom of the protruding rock, tied the speedboat with cables, and then began to put on the diving suit.

At this time of winter, no one can be seen around at all, no one foolishly comes out to fish and wander around at this time, and Yang Jing is not worried that anyone can see here.

After putting on the diving equipment, Yang Jing put on the diving mask, checked the pipe connected to the compressed air bottle, and after confirming that there was no problem, he got on the fins on the boat, leaned back and fell into the water from the side of the boat. inside.

In fact, there is no difference between going into the water during the day and going into the water at night, as far as the depth of Yang Jing's going to dive is concerned. As far as the water quality of the reservoir is concerned, sunlight cannot penetrate too deep water, and you can hardly see anything at a depth of 100 meters, so there is almost no difference between diving during the day and diving at night.

Not to mention that if you dive during the day, you still need to worry about being seen, so why not just dive at night.

After entering the water, Yang Jing turned on the switch of the diving light, and two bright rays of light immediately shone from the top of his head and his left shoulder, illuminating the dark underwater very brightly.

Several pieces of lead were tied to Yang Jing's body, just to speed up the dive. Because of the energy body protection, Yang Jing doesn't have to worry about the onset of diving sickness. Under the protection of energy, the pressure of hundreds of meters deep has little effect on Yang Jing.

Yang Jing activated the back-feeding skill, and then his body fell rapidly under the action of the lead weight, and the depth gauge on his wrist could also display the current depth in time.

Yang Jing had been here before the reservoir was impounded, so he knew the landform of this place very well, and also knew that the depth here was actually terrifying. Walking up to fifty meters inward from that raised boulder, the depth would drop to over a hundred meters.

In the area of ​​more than 20 meters underwater, Yang Jing can still see one or two or a small group of swimming fish from time to time, but when the depth exceeds 50 meters, the fish in the water are already rare . And when it took Yang Jing about four minutes to land near the bottom of the lake, there was basically nothing to see here except Songjia Village, which had been submerged for more than 20 years. The fish moved.

The buildings in Songjia Village are all more than 100 meters below the water surface. Within the range illuminated by the diving lights, these houses are silent, as if they are silently talking about something.

The walls and roofs of many houses are covered with aquatic plants. The water flow brought by Yang Jing's swim makes these aquatic plants sway slightly. At first glance, they look like the long hair of a female ghost.

Diving alone into this silent water bottom, to be honest, the timid will definitely be very, very scared. Yang Jing boasted that he was quite courageous, but in this environment, his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

It is said that ghosts are not scary, but the scariest thing is actually scaring yourself. After all, Yang Jing had never experienced this kind of scene before, so even though he was very courageous, he still had some involuntary thoughts in this environment.

After swimming slowly through Songjia Village, the Daimei Temple at the west end of the village appeared in the light.

Even after more than twenty years, this Taoist temple still hasn't changed much, it's still the same. Like those houses in Songjia Village, they stand quietly in the water, as if they are watching the vicissitudes of the world with cold eyes.

The appearance of the Taoist temple made Yang Jing involuntarily speed up his kicking speed, and soon, he swam into the Taoist temple from above the courtyard wall of the Taoist temple.

After accurately identifying the West Wing on the west, Yang Jing plunged into the gap between the West Wing and the rock wall, and the dilapidated stele base soon appeared in the light.

After swimming along the light, Yang Jing realized that there was basically no change here, except for a lot of water plants sprouting in many places, the base of the stele and the recessed niche remained the same for more than 20 years.

After standing firmly underwater, Yang Jing didn't feel that anything was wrong, and then he started to deal with the base of the stele and opened the mechanism under the base.

Yang Jing reckoned that if the inscription on the base still existed, that inscription should be the hub to open the organ. But now the inscription has been smashed to pieces, Yang Jing can only do something against the base helplessly.

Pushing horizontally and pulling vertically, the base didn't move at all; Yang Jing tried to turn the base again, but he almost choked up shit, but the base still didn't move at all.

This situation made Yang Jing a little bit blind. If it weren't for the perspective skills to tell him that there is a mechanism hub under this broken base, Yang Jing would have thought he had made a mistake.

In desperation, Yang Jing tried to lift the pedestal. The base wasn't connected to the rock below. Yang Jing dug the soil next to the base with his hands and made a mess of the surrounding water before barely digging out a gap.

Clasping the gap with fingers with both hands, Yang Jing exerted force on his waist. Sure enough, the broken base began to shake, and the perspective skill that had been turned on clearly saw that the mechanism under the base started to shake.

With the shaking of the mechanism, the fine sand in the mechanism that had already been filled with water began to pour down slowly, and at the same time, there was a dull click sound. About five or six minutes later, after all the fine sand in the mechanism had leaked out, the niche opposite suddenly made a click, and then the rock wall in the niche began to slowly descend.