The rookie returns and flies in the apocalypse

While enjoying the beautiful scenery and stocking up on delicious food, we did not forget the purpose of our trip.

As long as Zuo Ling went to all the large and small markets that had something to do with antiques and curios, he didn't even miss the cultural relic dealers who set up stalls on the street.

I collected more than 50 pieces of energy crystals of various sizes, of varying quality, and seven or eight of them were of quite good quality.

There are 3 red energy crystals and 1 purple one.

With just these 4 yuan, the trip to Jinju was not in vain.

After absorbing the lessons from Lao Dai, Zuo Ling became more cautious and spent less than 50 yuan on more than 8 energy crystals.

Because of the steep mountains and rivers and the difficult roads, Jinzhou was spared the suffering of the war.

In almost every village of hundreds of villages, you can see ancient archways, stages, dance pavilions, gate towers, ancient Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, murals... and other ancient treasures that embody the splendor of thousands of years.

The fact that Zuo Ling was able to collect so many energy crystals had something to do with Jinzhou's favorable location and outstanding people.

One day, following the setting sun, Zuo Ling walked to an ancient village. The dilapidated ancient pavilion at the entrance of the village caught Zuo Ling's attention.

The shape of the ancient pavilion is unusual. The roof facade is triangular, with long eaves protruding from both sides, like a crocodile's mouth, seeming to swallow the afterglow of the setting sun.

It stood alone at the entrance of the village, with a rickety appearance, mottled eaves and beams, crooked wooden pillars, dim color, and weeds growing on the corners of the eaves.

Every time a breeze passes through the pavilion, the creaking wooden eaves whisper its past.

Zuo Ling felt desolate.

After traveling around Jinzhou for more than ten days, Zuo Ling recognized this pavilion. Some call it a stage, and some call it a dance pavilion.

It's a play or a dance, but no one has cared about it for a long time, and most people just call it Guting in general.

The children ran and played happily.

When he saw Zuo Ling, he slowed down and walked around Zuo Ling and her car curiously.

Zuo Ling took out the snacks he bought on the road and distributed them to the children.

The beautiful packaging and sweet, crispy and spicy taste have won the favor of children.

Everyone asked Zuo Ling where he came from and whether he was from their village, and they eagerly tried to guide Zuo Ling.

The children did not speak Mandarin, and Zuo Ling understood most of the meaning without even guessing.

Zuo Ling had experienced this scene many times in the past few days.

The more remote the countryside, the more of the villagers' simplicity remains.

Zuo Ling used the melon and fruit snacks he brought outside to exchange for energy crystals from the villagers several times.

He took out an energy crystal and asked the oldest child: "Does your village have such a thing? I want to change some."

From time to time, outsiders come to the village to collect antiquities.

The village has electricity and television, and villagers can occasionally watch programs such as treasure appraisal.

The eldest child blinked his eyes and said in a harsh tone: "Are you an antiquities dealer?"

The cultural relic dealer had deceived many good things from the village, and he didn't have a good impression of the cultural relic dealer.

Zuo Ling quickly shook his head:

"I'm not an antiquities dealer. I make modern handicrafts. I collect stones, not antiques."

Having been to many villages, Zuo Ling knew how much people here dislike cultural relic dealers.

The older child's face didn't look much better. For the sake of snacks, he didn't send Zuo Ling out of the village.

"You wait."

While running, he shouted: "Master, master, the cultural relic dealer is here."

Zuo Ling: "..."

The children surrounding Zuo Ling cheered and were far away from Zuo Ling, all with alert eyes.

The cannibal has a short mouth, so he couldn't bear to spit at Zuo Ling.

Zuo Ling was heartbroken and couldn't catch up with Benzi's treatment when he entered the village.

Not long after, an old man who looked like a village chief came over, followed by several villagers.

Zuo Ling took out potato chips, spicy strips, marshmallows, dried tofu and other colorful snacks that were not worth a few dollars and distributed them to everyone.

As they parted, he said to the old man: "Hello, village chief, I am not a cultural relic dealer..."彡彡訁凊

First identify yourself, and then tell your purpose: "I am a modern craftsman. I only accept stones, not antiques."

Take out a few prepared jade earrings, bead chains, and bracelets:

"These are modern craftsmanship, and they are not worth a lot of money. Those of lower quality can be bought for tens of dollars."

Turning sideways, the village chief confiscated Zuo Ling's gift, his eyes clearly disbelieving:

"It's not worth it? It's not worth it. Why did you come all the way to our village for this? A few dozen yuan is not even enough for gas."

Zuo Ling once again took out a small jade piece and showed it to the village chief:

"Craftsmanship is craftsmanship, and what I sell is craftsmanship. If you take back the stones and process them, you can make dozens of times the profit. However, stones with good quality are worth some money. Ordinary stones cannot be sold at a high price, so you can only earn hard money." "

The village chief had a cold attitude and said to a villager:

"Go around and ask around. If anyone is willing to sell it, show it to her."

After accepting Zuo Ling's snacks, the attitude of the villagers could not be described as hot or cold. They agreed and ran to inform the villagers.

In the village of Jinnan, Zuo Ling turned half way.

I don’t know what the villagers have been through, but this village is the most repulsive to cultural relic dealers Zuo Ling has ever seen.

With a smile on his face, he said:

"Village Chief, it's getting late. Could you please help me find a place to stay? As long as it can provide shelter from the wind and rain, don't bother me with anything else."

The village chief thought for a while and said to another person: "Take her to the ancestral hall."

After all, he turned and walked away.

Ancestral hall? Does the ancestral hall allow outsiders to enter? Zuo Ling's mind was filled with little questions.

The village chief's attitude was cold, so the villagers couldn't be more enthusiastic. They led Zuo Ling to the ancestral hall with a straight face.

Zuo Ling asked the villagers to get on the bus.

The villagers waved their hands: "It's not far, just a few steps away."

Zuo Ling had no choice but to drive the car, with the turtle crawling behind him.

The children ran away, shouting as they ran: "The cultural relic dealers are going to the ancestral hall, the cultural relic dealers are going to the ancestral hall..."

Zuo Ling stroked his forehead, his title of cultural relic dealer was firmly deducted.

The village is not big, with about forty or fifty households.

If you shout from the east end of the village, you will hear it clearly from the west end of the village.

Although the ancestral hall is small, Zuo Ling was surprised that it turned out to be an ancient temple! Can't tell the year.

Judging from the shape, it seems to have existed for hundreds of years.

Entering the door, there are three windows on the left and right. There are three Bodhisattvas in the temple, one large, two small and three small.

It’s not Guanyin, it’s not Lord Buddha, I don’t know what it is.

The paint on the Bodhisattva's body is mottled, and his face cannot be said to be kind and kind, making it even more weird and difficult to distinguish.

The dougong beams and eaves, including the Bodhisattva's body, were covered with thick dust.

The only clean thing was the confession with the incense burner on it.

Under the confession, three dirty and damaged futons had been with the Bodhisattva for who knows how many years.

Other than that, there is nothing superfluous.

There are three wing rooms on each side of the main temple.

Except for the window sash of the main temple which is still intact, the window sash of the wing room is missing a piece here and half of it there.

The yard is large, more than enough to accommodate a village of people.

The courtyard wall was damaged and was repaired later, but it could not withstand the stronger wind.

The ancestral hall is a place where villagers discuss important matters and worship their ancestors.

With such dilapidation, it is obvious that the life of the villagers is not easy.

The man who brought Zuo Ling said:

"It's not cold. You can choose a side room to live in. Don't move in the main room."

After explaining, he turned around and left.

Zuo Ling looked back at the main temple. The door was open and unlocked.

He secretly thought that he was so big-hearted that he didn’t want to let others touch him and he didn’t even lock the door.

It would be unbelievable to leave it in the city.

People with a strong sense of security would like to seal three more doors outside the main gate.

After waiting for a while, no one came.

Sigh, if you don’t come, don’t come.

If you have the opportunity to pay homage to the Bodhisattvas up close, of course you should pay homage to them.

Stroll into the main temple.

When I come to someone else's territory, I'm sorry if I don't offer incense sticks.

It doesn’t smell good, just kowtow.

Zuo Lingna bowed his head.

In her previous life, she didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but in this new life, she did.

He worshiped very devoutly and muttered:

"I'm passing through a treasure land. Thank you Bodhisattva for taking me in. I'd like to ask Bodhisattva not to blame me for disturbing the peace of Bodhisattva. I'm not a dealer in cultural relics. Please chat with the villagers..."

She wanted to say something more, but she was afraid that the Bodhisattva would find her annoying, so she stopped talking.

Look at the Bodhisattva carefully.

The one on the left is thin, with a concave face, bald head, a large string of beads around his neck, and the color of his cassock has turned into an earthy color.

The one on the right has her hair in a high bun, with a hairpin inserted across her head, and a Taoist robe, green and gray.

In the middle, the feet are on auspicious clouds, with one hand holding up the orchid finger, the index finger pointing to the sky, and the other hand holding it at the side.

Don't look at your face, just say something that sounds like a fairy.

Zuo Ling looked up curiously and discovered that there was another mystery in the room.

The Bodhisattva in the middle has the sky above his head.

The dome is too high, the stain is not very serious, and the colors are still beautiful.

After looking at it for a long time, I didn't see anything famous.

Moving his gaze downward, his eyes were involuntarily attracted to the Bodhisattva's eyes.

At this look, it seems to be sucked into a vortex.

There was a buzzing sound in his head, and a pain like thousands of needles piercing his brain came over him.

Qi and blood surged, his vision went dark, and a fishy sweetness surged from his throat.

Zuo Ling reluctantly pressed down and swallowed the fishy and sweet food into his belly.

No, there is something wrong with the Bodhisattva’s eyes.