Urban Hidden Dragon

Strong light shone on Wang Han's face, and Wang Han raised his hand to block the light.

Ximen Doudou picked up a wooden stick from the ground and got ready to do it.

Wang Han explained with a smile, "We are from the city. We heard that there was a temple fair here, so we came here."

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

The old man was wearing an old gray-blue suit that was very popular in the s, and a thermal shirt underneath.

Opening the door, he held the family's big yellow dog in his hand. The big yellow dog barked fiercely at Wang Han and the others.

All the other dogs in the village followed suit.

Suddenly the whole village was noisy.

Someone from the strongman in the distance came out to see what was going on.

Wang Han explained, "We want to burn incense in advance!"

The old man pressed the flashlight down and said, "Then what are you doing squatting here?"

"It's too early and there's nowhere to go."

The old man thought for a long time and opened the door, "Come in."

Ximen Doudou and others looked at Wang Han and saw someone from Qiang Ren climb out of the wall to look around. Wang Han took the lead and walked in.

The old man limped towards the old house.

The room was very dark, the TV was still on, and a war movie was playing inside.

The room was very old and things were scattered in a messy manner.

The old man poured a glass of water for Wang Han and others, "I am the temple keeper. You follow me in the morning and I will take you to burn incense."

"Thank you."

The old man sat down.

Wang Han turned his eyes and saw old photos hanging on the wall. Judging from the clothes on the photos, they seemed to be photos of his former military service.

"Has the old man been on the battlefield before?"

The old man picked up a bag of biscuits and put it over. He took a bite and sat down to look at the photo. "Yeah."

Wang Han counted the time and found that this old man was in his eighties or nineties.

The old man's body looks very strong.

The TV was showing the guerrillas killing the little Japs. The old man's eyes were blazing, his chewing movement stopped, the muscles of his cheeks rolled, and his rough fists clenched tightly. At that moment, it felt like the old man wanted to rush into the TV and start killing people. .

Wang Han took out his cigarette and lit one for the old man.

The old man took the cigarette and said, "The temple fair is only for three days. Leave Shoulong Village after three days. Shoulong Village is quite exclusive."

Wang Han nodded and said hello.

According to what Huang Fat Rat said, the things will be available in three days.

There were also a few dogs barking sporadically outside.

Wang Han glanced at a subordinate.

Let go and stare at some strong men.

The subordinate stood up and said, "Sir, where is the toilet?"

"There!" The old man stood up and pointed to the corner.

"I'm a little scared to be alone. Who will go with me?"

The old man raised his eyelids and said, "A grown man, you are just asking for help!"

Wang Han kicked Ximen Doudou, and Ximen Doudou stood up, "I just want to go to the toilet, let's go together."

The old man just glanced at it and continued eating the biscuit.

It was almost five o'clock by this time.

Older people have less sleep, so they get up earlier, especially those who have been soldiers before.

Wang Han held a cigarette in his mouth, took a piece of biscuit and took a bite, "Master, what's your surname?"

Unexpectedly, the old man didn't even talk to Wang Han. "I will open the door at six o'clock. You follow me and leave our village in three days."

Wang Han smiled and said, "Okay!"

The lights in the room were dim, and the red cigarette butts reflected the old man's ravaged face. The old man was watching TV with a cigarette between his arms.

It's almost six o'clock.

It was dawn.

According to the original plan.

Just keep an eye on it until six o'clock.

Ximen Doudou walked in and rubbed his arms. Although it was summer, it was still quite humid in the middle of the night.

The old man glanced at his watch.

"Come with me!"

Two people were left to stare at the strong man. Wang Han and Ximen Doudou followed the old man towards the Dragon King Temple.

This temple doesn't seem to have been built for too long. On the incomplete stone tablet in the corner, there are also engraved with the last time the temple was repaired and the time it was last repaired.

The last time it was years, and the last time it was years.

It's been many years.

Ximen Doudou burned incense and kowtowed devoutly.

Wang Han looked around, and finally settled on the sculpture of the Dragon King.

According to Wang Han's past memories, many statues looked straight down or down, but the Dragon King statue in front of him actually raised his head and looked in one direction.

"Don't look around!" The old man handed Wang Han three sticks of incense.

Wang Han took it and burned it.

After leaving the temple, Wang Han saw in the distance that Huang Fei Shu and others had covered up all traces and left quietly.

It was already half past six by this time.

The old man picked up the broom and cleaned the house, and Ximen Doudou also ran over to help.

"Hey, hey, hey? Can you hear me? Can you hear me?"

The sound came from the loudspeaker of the village committee.

"There is a temple fair today. All the young and old men in the village got up early. Friends from other places will come after hearing the news today. We must improve the spiritual outlook of our Shoulong Village and not let outsiders think that we are the villagers of Shoulong Village. I’m very lazy. This year, I spent my own money to hire a professional theater troupe. Let’s have a great temple fair this year! It’s lively!”

tui!

The old man sweeping the floor suddenly spat in the direction of the village committee.

"Spineless thing! Doing unscrupulous work with dirty money! I’m not afraid of giving birth to a son who’s not good enough! "

Wang Han put down the bucket, "What's wrong with him, old man?"

The old man snorted coldly, "None of your business!"

Wang Han was not angry and helped with the work shamelessly.

When it was almost seven o'clock, a few people came, led by a tall, thin man in his forties with a middle parted hair and dark skin.

White shirt, suit pants, black leather shoes.

"Master Ma, the incense stick should be mine this year, right?" the middle-aged man said with a smile.

This sound is exactly the same as the sound from the big speaker just now.

The old man glanced at Wang Han and Ximen Doudou who were cleaning, "Someone came early."

The middle-aged man looked over and saw that they were two unfamiliar faces, "These two friends are..."

"He's from the city, specifically here to attend the temple fair."

The middle-aged man hurriedly extended his hand, "Welcome! Warm welcome! Our Shoulong Village welcomes all of you friends from out of town to visit us! Our Shoulong Village has beautiful mountains and clear waters, and it is a good place for vacation!"

snort!

The old man sweeping the floor let out a cold snort.

The middle-aged man laughed.

"Master Ma, just let the young men do this kind of work, and you can just take a break. Come on, come on, give me the broom, and take a break."

Mr. Ma opened the middle-aged man's cigarette and took out a pack of low-quality cigarettes from his pocket, "I can't get used to smoking your famous brand cigarettes. I can only smoke this local cigarette." "

The middle-aged man put the cigarette into his mouth and said, "Master Ma, you are not interested anymore. In the past few days, you have always embarrassed me, and I have not offended you."

"Zhang Quanliang, if you have a conscience, do you think what you have done is worthy of the young and old men in the village? "

"Master Ma, what do you mean by this? What have I done?" Zhang Quanliang held a cigarette in his mouth.

"What did you do? You colluded with outsiders and took money from outsiders! You used the money those outsiders gave you to hire a troupe under false pretenses. Don't think I don't know that those outsiders are not good people. The troupe just does bad things for them to hide from others.

They are all here for the treasure of Shoulong Village! I warn you Zhang Quanliang! Put away all your little thoughts, no one can change the rules set by the ancestors of Shoulong Village! "