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The stories told by the old man, and thousands of local legends basically belong to the same category, nothing more than gods and immortals.

Therefore, taking advantage of everyone's inattention, Fujiko quietly turned his head and curled his lips, expressing his doubts: he really didn't believe it.

Compared to Fujiko's direct reaction, Yan Che silently glanced at the old father and uncle who were listening with gusto. When he was not paying attention, he quietly drove away and fell into deep thought... His hand unconsciously touched his forehead.

The old man picked up the tea that had been refilled twice, took a sip to moisten his throat, and the legend of Qi Wangshan continued.

The army sent by the emperor was led by two men.

In addition to the general who originally belonged to this army, there was also an unconvincing old man—an old Taoist priest. Of course, he was accompanied by the ninth-rank official and the resentful imperial envoy.

When these people came to the foot of King Qi Mountain in a mighty way, and the general was about to order the soldiers to go up the mountain directly to "move the gold", the old Taoist stopped him with his hand.

The general was puzzled, but because he was appointed by the emperor, it was not good to ask too directly. Instead, he used the tone of "discussion" to ask the old Taoist why the reason was through the anger of the soldiers.

The old Taoist didn't explain too much to the general, but drew a circle in one place in a mysterious way, and asked the general to arrange all the accompanying soldiers to camp in that big circle.

When the imperial envoy saw what the general had to say, he immediately stepped forward to persuade him with a flattering smile.It's not that the imperial envoy is so good, but that the small-bellied imperial envoy found out that the place where he camped happened to be close to Yanjiawan of the Yan family.The last time he came here, it was the patriarch of the Yan clan who prevented him from going up the mountain, made him unable to complete the task, and embarrassed him.Seeing that the encampment was close to Yanjiawan, the imperial envoy rolled his eyes, and then he had a plan in his mind on how to deal with the Yan family.

After the troops were settled down, the old Taoist began to take his strange compass, accompanied by the apprentice Xiaodaotong, left the camp, and began to "touch the edge" to investigate the surrounding area of ​​Qiwang Mountain.

While the imperial envoy was enjoying the flattery of the ninth-rank officials, his mind kept running, thinking about how to let the army "take action" against the Yan family.

At this time, the imperial envoy heard a Huotoujun who was passing by his camp and was cursing, his thoughts changed, and he was overjoyed.

It turns out that today's Jiguan Mountain was not originally called Jiguan Mountain, but Yuguan Mountain.

Yuguan Mountain and Qiwang Mountain are connected and depend on each other. The local people say that Yuguan Mountain is transformed from the jade crown of King Qi, so it is placed in front of Qiwang Mountain.

At that time, there was a lake between Yuguan Mountain and Qiwang Mountain. According to legend, it was because King Qi washed the jade crown that he untied it—Jingmian Lake.

After all, the Jingmian Lake at that time was actually the scene before the small lake on Jiguan Mountain was not "withered". Because the lake dried up, Yuguan Mountain became the shape of Jiguan Mountain and became Jiguan Mountain.

Jingmian Lake is very wide. Standing at the widest part of the lake, it is almost impossible to see the scene on the other side.The Yan family living nearby also depend on fishing in this lake for a living.

Because the Yan family depended on the lake for their livelihood, they admired everything that gave them vitality, except for Qiwang Mountain and Yuguan Mountain, and of course the Jingmian Lake that would not let them go hungry.Therefore, the enlightened Yanjiawan people should belong to the first batch of environmental protection implementers, and also the first batch of people who know how to obtain in nature in a planned way without "drying up the lake and fish". Give back to nature.

Just as they don’t cut down the trees on the mountain, they don’t fish greedily in large quantities in the Jingmian Lake. Instead, they fish only four times a year in a planned way, and put all the small fish back into the lake. A time of plenty of rest and recuperation.Therefore, they made it feel like Chinese New Year during the four fishing trips every year-the four fishing trips happened to be the current Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, Double Ninth Festival and Yan's Ancestral Hall worship before winter.

For the rest of the time, the Yan family almost worshiped Qiwang Mountain, Jingmian Lake, and Yuguan Mountain as holy places. Not to mention people who went in to harvest and log indiscriminately, even if their own poultry went in, they would respectfully look at them. Inside, they kowtowed and bowed nine times, unanimously believing that these poultry were "serving" the gods who protected them.

Naturally, when the imperial envoy returned to Qiwang Mountain again, he had a thorough understanding of these habits of the Yan family. Now that he heard that the Huotou army wanted to get some fish in Jingmian Lake to improve the army's food, it was taken for granted that they must have been punished. The uncivilized Yan family stopped him.

For this reason, the imperial envoy's eyes lit up, and he led the nine-rank officials to find the general's camp.

Under the instigation of the imperial envoy, the ninth-rank officials took the matter of Jingmianhu and lobbied the general with jealousy. Yan's family has naturally become "unruly people" and "disruptive party" from the ordinary people who kept their own law and order.

That general was a good soldier in marching and fighting. Riding horses on the battlefield and shrouding corpses in horse leather were his dreams and destinations. In the end, the emperor took away his military power, not to mention, and asked him to bring the remaining weak soldiers out to "move gold." , the bottom of my heart has long been resentful, thinking that the emperor belittled him, but he didn't say anything, but let a nagging old Taoist priest "supervise".

Now after hearing the "truth" about the two of them, all the anger came together: I led the soldiers to fight, and the blood-stained battlefield is the only way you can live today. If you want to eat your two fish, don't you wait?It's going to be the other way around, isn't it?

then.

that night.

Corpses were strewn all over Yanjiawan, blood stained the land red, and blood flowed into rivers, pouring into the Wantou River in front of Yanjiawan... As a result, the water in Bantouxi for several years was not clear, but had a faint fishy smell And cloudy red.

The next day.

The old Taoist priest who had stepped into Pingliang Mountain suddenly found that the clear sky was dark red, the sun was blocked so that no light could be seen, and the sky and the earth were dark.

The old Taoist figured it out, and hurriedly led the little Taoist boy back.

However, when the old Taoist came back, it was already too late.

Looking at the blood-red stream, the old Taoist slapped his knees, pointed at the general "you you you" for a long time, and finally sighed deeply: "You guys, this is causing a big problem, and breaking a big problem."

The general was puzzled, thinking that the old Taoist priest was again alarmist.

Throwing away the leftover fish bones, the general looked at the old Taoist priest coldly, pointed to a group of soldiers who were eating happily around him, and said: "Not to mention whether those gangsters really have a heart for cholera, but we waited for the soldiers to fight for the country. Life and death, is it not enough to eat a few fish?"

The old Taoist was silent: You can eat fish, but you can't slaughter the village!

The two of them were not congenial, and when they were about to part ways, a vision suddenly appeared.

Small and dense blisters appeared in the large iron pot of boiling water, black clouds in the sky began to accumulate, and the ground began to shake and tear... Not long after, a hill next to where they camped seemed to be pushed down instantly, crackling, and many rocks began to shake like Flood discharge is generally sprayed down.

It was really just a blink of an eye, from seeing the vision of water in the iron pot to the moment when the earth returned to calm, it was just a blink of an eye.

Tens of thousands of soldiers disappeared, and thousands of camps disappeared.

For a long time.

Farther away from the camp, a piece of new soil near the Bantou Creek loosened, and a hand stretched out.

Then, two hands stretched out.

Then, a head covered in mud stuck out.

Finally... one in front of the other, two people emerged from the mud.

Those two people were the old Taoist priest and his apprentice Xiaodaotong.

The old Taoist looked at this piece of quiet new land, and couldn't hide the horror in his eyes. When he turned to Yanjiawan, which was also silent, he was shocked instead of guilt.

"Master." Xiao Daotong was still terrified, his eyes full of fear, and he looked at the old Taoist uneasily.

"Oh." The old Taoist shook his head lightly, stretched out his muddy hand, and gently stroked the little Taoist boy's head: "Tong'er, this is cause and effect, do you understand?"

Xiao Daotong looked at the old Taoist priest with confusion in his eyes.

"That's all." The old Taoist looked at the ignorant apprentice with a sad expression: "Tong'er, go find it, there are orphans of the Yan family outside... Be sure to bring them back, so that they can be protected in the future."

According to the old Taoist's order, Xiao Daotong went out to find the remains of the Yan clan members who were away, and brought these Yan clan members back to Yanjiawan.

It's just that when Xiao Daotong came back, he couldn't find the old Taoist priest anymore. In the place where tens of thousands of soldiers were buried, a lush bamboo forest grew.

After that, Xiaodaotong really followed his master's order to protect the remnants of the Yan clan, and he himself lived in front of the bamboo forest. From him, his descendants lived here generation after generation—this is the later Wu Zidang.

However, after that, Qiwang Mountain withered year after year until it died.Jingmian Lake became smaller and smaller, until it finally dried up and turned into a pond... Yuguan Mountain is no longer what it used to be, and has become Jiguan Mountain today.

The old man stopped talking here.

Under the grape trellis, several people stared at each other dumbfounded: Yanjiawan still has such a "blood feud"?When did the Yan family become fishermen, but there is no trace of it in the bay?Wu Zidang, is that how he came here?Is it really an outsider? ... Isn't this too mysterious?

Knowing that a few people would not believe it, the old man took a sip of tea and sneaked a glance at Yan Che out of the corner of his eye.Yan Che was not as obviously confused as few people, but was thinking quietly, as if he was experiencing the truth and falsehood, and more like pondering the importance of it.

The old man nodded slightly and smiled, thinking: Sure enough, this child is different.It seems... It's time to take this child to see it.

"Yan Che." The old man put the teacup on the table, picked up his crutches, looked around at the group of people who were looking up at him, and then looked at Yan Che—this was the first time he called Yan Che by his name directly. : "You come with me."

Yan Guoqiang was about to stand up, but the old man knocked on the leg of the chair and said sharply: "You all stay with me, don't follow me."

"Fifth Grandpa..." Yan Guoqiang didn't know why the old man suddenly called Yan Che, but he was subconsciously worried and wanted to follow.

"It's nothing. I'll take my little grandson to the ancestral hall. What are you doing here?" The old man stared at him, and Yan Guoqiang shrank back immediately.

Looking at the serious old man, Yan Guoqiang was still very embarrassed, and thought: So I went to the ancestral hall.But, why don't you go to the ancestral hall?

"Hey, I'll go back with my ancestor." Yan Che gently tugged on his old father's sleeve, comforted him softly, then turned around and made a gesture to Fujiko, who immediately stood up and patted There was a "pop" sound in his chest, and before he could speak, the old man said again: "Don't follow anyone."

The ancestral hall of the Yan family is located behind Yanjiawan Bay, on a very smooth stone wall. It seems to be hewn naturally, but if you look closely, it is not difficult to find artificial traces inside.

The old man pointed to the ancestral hall and said to Yan Che, "Our ancestral hall has a history of thousands of years."

Yan Che was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help taking a closer look at this ordinary stone house among the stone walls: Thousands of years?no?

Seemingly seeing Yan Che's questioning, the old man snorted fiercely and stomped his cane on the ground: "Don't you believe me?"

Yan Che quickly shook his head, and said straightly: "No, no, Patriarch, I really don't think so."

Only then did the old man's expression ease, and he pointed to the side of the stone house with his crutches: "Did you see the stone jar over there?"

Yan Che looked along and saw a stone jar: Huh?Why didn't you notice that there are stone jars here?

"Go, fetch a basin of water, let's wash our hands before entering the ancestral hall." The old man's expression became serious, and his tone of voice became strange.

Yan Che didn't dare to disobey, so he obediently went to pick up the gourd ladle beside the stone jar, scooped up a ladle of water and poured it into the stone basin beside the stone jar, then came back to help the old man pass, and carefully helped the old man wash his hands... Well, under the gaze of the old man, I even cleaned the seams of my nails.

After the old and the young had washed their hands, the old man arranged his clothes solemnly, and put the crutch in his hand outside the stone house. After looking back at Yan Che, who was fine, he shook off Yan Che's supporting hand, and looked at Yan Che. The open stone house in front of him went in.

Yan Che naturally followed behind the old man and also entered the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is full of incense and candles all the year round, and the sandalwood fragrance is strong. However, after entering here, there is no sense of dullness. Instead, the whole heart immediately calms down, and the restlessness in the heart is replaced by reverence.

Looking at the densely packed tablets on the shrine, Yan Che knew which ones were the tablets of the ancestors—if they were not all in place, his ones would be kept among them in the future.

The old man picked up a stick of incense from the side of the shrine, grabbed the candle on the side, carefully lit it, and then lightly fanned it out with his hands, and immediately a few wisps of white smoke snaked up to the roof of the stone house.

Holding the incense in both hands, the old man respectfully stood behind the futon in front of the altar, made three bows, stepped forward in three steps, and inserted the incense into the gray incense burner, then stepped back three steps, and knelt on the futon , I kowtowed nine heads seriously, meticulously.

Yan Che wanted to help the old man, but the old man stared at him and withdrew his hand.

After the old man got up, he rolled his jaw, and Yan Che knew: It's time for him to do it, the old man was just demonstrating.

After Yan Che had done what the old man had done just now, the old man nodded, with his hands behind his back, his serious face became more and more serious: "Are you always curious that the old ancestor doesn't show up?"

Yan Che was stunned, and his thoughts changed, he really thought so, since he was born, he really hadn't seen that old ancestor.Even if the ancestor's big birthday (such as the full tenth) comes, the descendants of the Yan family who come back to pay homage will just set up wine in front of the ancestral hall, and have not seen the legendary ancestor actually attend.

"Our Yan family, alas..." The old man shook his head slightly, but didn't continue: "Today, I'm here to shield all the ancestors of the Yan family, so I should tell you something."

Yan Che was confused, why is the ancestor so strange today, does the Yan family really have some big secret?

"I don't ask too much about your matters. If you want to cover it up, cover it up for me, and don't show me the slightest bit." The old man gave Yan Che a sideways look, and sure enough, he saw Yan Che's expression change. He pursed his lips... But he still had some regrets in his heart: I'm afraid this child really can't speak.

"Don't worry, I won't talk to you either." Slightly comforting, the old man continued: "Come today, I'm here to tell you about the responsibilities of the Yan family."

Hearing this, Yan Che became vigilant and stared at the old man: "Old Ancestor, the responsibility of the Yan family rests with Uncle."

Glaring fiercely at Yan Che, who was "promising nothing", the old man's face was so long: "With your uncle, you are not a descendant of my Yan family? You have no responsibility for the Yan family?"

The corners of Yan Che's mouth twitched, he found more and more that these elders were becoming rascals one by one, and the old man Yan Yuanzhao was the most.

"Hmph." The old man snorted dissatisfiedly, and the old man was a little proud of Yan Che's lack of refutation: "As a descendant of the Yan family, the Yan family is responsible, no matter who they are, they have a share."

Nod your head, does Yan Che dare to talk back now?Maybe in a while, the old man should point to the ancestral tablet and teach him a lesson.

"Let's go, I'll take you to meet the old ancestor." Seeing that Yan Che was well-behaved, the old man looked better.

Yan Che has always thought that Yanjiawan is Yanjiawan, just an ordinary clan village, what is special, at best, is that the Yan clan lives in a relatively concentrated place, and they are more united in major matters...Compared with other clan villages, it is nothing Different.

Of course, that was before today.

However, when Yan Che saw Yan Yuanzhao caressing on the inconspicuous stone platform beside the shrine, his thoughts became complicated.

as predicted.

The old man rubbed it for a while, and when he applied force with his hand, Yan Che felt the ground shaking.

The shaking lasted for two seconds, and then... Yan Che was dumbfounded.

On the complete stone wall, after a dull sound of "呱吱啦啦", a stone gate with a width of [-] centimeters and a height of less than two meters was exposed, which was only big enough for one person to enter.

The old man turned his head and glanced at Yan Che who was stunned and sluggish, and a flash of success flashed in his eyes: Didn't he look like this back then, and then he was teased by his ancestors?Great to finally see one again.

However, who is the old man?How could it be easily revealed?

"Stupid? Why don't you come in with me soon?" The old man's face darkened, hiding his complacency.

It is true that there is a secret passage under the ancestral hall.

But it's not what Yan Che imagined - there are treasures inside.

Following Yan Yuanzhao's footsteps, Yan Che cautiously followed behind the old man step by step.

The old man didn't turn on a lamp, Yan Che just paused behind him and waited for a moment, following every step, never staying half a meter away from the old man: God knows, while he was excited, he was also afraid of this darkness.

I don't know how long it took.

Yan Che only remembered that the old man lit the lamp all the way, and he followed along with his mind blank.

Finally, when Yan Che felt that the air was no longer stuffy and humid, and there was no longer a seemingly endless sealed corridor in front of him, following the footsteps of the old man and turning a corner, Yan Che found that there was an extra person inside. The huge empty hall.

One meter away from the stone walls around the hall, there is a stone platform that forms a stone ladder. Tablets are placed one after another in an orderly manner on it. Where did the light come from, but there was a faint white light against it.

In the hall, there is a square stone platform about seven or eight square meters.There are three futons placed in front of the stone platform, different from the dark red flannel futon outside the ancestral hall, this futon is actually a golden red straw futon.

Yan Che only knew that the old man was turning a corner, and when he saw the stone platform, he immediately strode forward and knelt down on the futon in front of the stone platform.

Only at this time did Yan Che realize...on the stone platform, there was an old man with silver hair, eyebrows and beard, but a ruddy complexion sitting upright.

——This is the mysterious ancestor? !Just sit here without eating or drinking? !Not... Immortals? ! ...