Ding Zhang looked at four or five clay pots, even if he didn't have the skills of a professional antique connoisseur, he knew that these clay pots didn't have much value, so he threw them back into the sea. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The octopus clone groped for the utensils in the sea, salvaged a few pieces of porcelain, and sold them for a little money, at least, Liu Lao and Cai Lan would like it.

When Ding Zhang was about to call it a day, the octopus clone touched a half-human tall clay pot, which was different.

His heart moved, and he scooped up the clay pot. The rough surface and the traces of firing have a large mouth, the size of a small washbasin.

Ding Zhang opened the clay bowl on top. His face changed, "I knew I wouldn't catch it, but I was really lucky." ”

Inside the clay pot is a human skeleton, which is a golden bucket urn. In some places in Huaxia, if the cemetery is moved, or the cemetery is destroyed, the bones will be put into the pottery urn, which is the golden bucket urn.

This golden bucket urn must be the corpse of a person who went to the South Seas, since it went to sea, it should be the identity of the patriarch of the family.

There is also a delicate Divine Ancestor card inside. The tentacles of the octopus clone reached in and took out the Divine Ancestor card. The wood is good, made of wood, very resistant to water.

The words on it are still vaguely recognizable, "Quanfu Zheng Gong tablet." The eldest son Zheng Yilun and the second son Zheng Haiyangli. ”

There is a specific address written on the back, which is on West Street, LC District, Quanfu.

Ding Zhang thought for a while, then put the Divine Ancestor card back into the golden bucket urn, ready to throw it into the sea. When I think about it, I feel that it is inappropriate. Now that you have fished it up, it is disrespectful to let your soul return to the sea.

"Well, I'll be a good person and send your bones back to Quanfu." Ding Zhang sighed.

After getting the system space, Ding Zhang was also a little more in awe of these mysterious phenomena.

People who go to the South Seas die nine times for a lifetime, and I don't know how many people die at the bottom of the sea and never see the light of day. Since the bones have been scooped up, I am afraid that it will be inappropriate to throw them down.

He asked the octopus clone to go into the water again, salvaged all the bones that could be found, put them in another pottery urn, and brought them back together.

"Hundreds of years have passed, I hope you still have clansmen, I will send your bones back, don't trouble me!"

Reverence for ancestors and ancestors, this is a unique feeling of Chinese people, Ding Zhang unconsciously also contaminated with this cultural habit.

There were not many valuables on this ship, and Ding Zhang did not linger any longer and set off for the return voyage.

From the coast of the Philippines to the waters of Guoquanfu in China, it will take at least 9 days to sail, and it will take more than 3 days to sail at full speed.

Ding Zhang still has 240 followers, and wants to spend another 200 followers to buy a puppet robot to save the trouble of driving a boat.

If he buys fan value, his fan value will only be 40 points, which is not enough to buy body recovery potions, and if there is danger, he can't treat it in time, for the sake of his life, he dispelled this idea.

We are 100 million households, but we can't die at sea. Ding Zhang's savings have already exceeded 100 million, and if he hadn't invested nearly 20 million US dollars in Silicon Valley, his assets would have reached 300 million.

Ding Zhang put away his mind and went back immediately.

"Jingle bell ......" Li Gang's phone, Zhu Yuan should have been in contact with the people of Tiandun Group.

"Ding Zhang, your task is complete, but it is not done well enough. It is necessary to send Zhu Yuan back to the inland for treatment, otherwise his leg injury will be difficult to cure with the medical conditions of the Philippines. ”

Ding Zhang disagreed, "I've already cured him, and I still need you to say it." With that credit, you're going to write excellent on my to-do list, you know? ”

"What? Cured? Are you a doctor? After Li Gang received the news of Zhu Yuan's safety, he immediately called Ding Zhang, in his thoughts, Zhu Yuan's leg injury was serious, and it was definitely impossible to be cured, and he had to return to the mainland.

"I cured him with an ancestral recipe." Ding Zhang was lying on the invisible boat, on the empty sea, only a voice ran out, and there was no figure, "I'll talk about something when I go back." ”

"...... you" Li Gang was about to say something, but a beeping sound came from his mobile phone.

"Alas, why are the people of Tiandun so verbose?" Ding Zhang stretched his waist, ready to sleep well, he didn't have much rest last night because he took care of the arrogant sword path on his back.

With Ding Zhang's physical fitness, it is no problem to not sleep for a few days, but he will also be sleepy and have difficulty concentrating.

The stealth ship adjusted its direction, and the octopus clone helped take care of it, and Ding Zhang hid in the cabin and slept comfortably.

Faintly, in a trance, Ding Zhang only heard someone talking to him.

"Thank you, young man, please send me back to my ancestral home for burial, I will be very grateful!"

"Are you a ghost?" Ding Zhang said in a daze, and couldn't help but shudder, this kind of strange thing will happen to me.

"I soaked in the sea for hundreds of years, so to speak, and after a few years, it was gone. I've got a big secret, I'll tell you about it. ”

"What's the secret?"

"A secret about the Buddha's head, if you send me back to my ancestral hometown, I will entrust my dream to you again."

After the figure finished speaking, it disappeared suddenly. Ding Zhang suddenly woke up, sat up, looked at the golden bucket urn on the boat, and couldn't help but shiver again.

"Holy hell to me. Dreaming? What the hell? ”

The secret of the Buddha's head? Could it be the thing Zhu Yuan said? What several countries have been secretly searching for hundreds of years, but what they haven't found yet, is actually in the hands of the ghosts inside the golden bucket urn?

The patriarch of the Zheng family has been killed for hundreds of years, that is, the secret of the Buddha's head has been hidden for hundreds of years, and no one has discovered it?

Ding Zhang's sleepiness disappeared, he kept thinking, or did he feel incredible, did he think about it day and night? Caused by hallucinations?

But it feels so real that it doesn't feel like it's fake.

He felt the temperature in the air, and it was indeed a little lower than just now, could it be that ghosts and gods really exist?

Ding Zhang took a deep breath, forget it, don't dare to think about it. Hurry up and send these two golden bucket urns back to Quanfu, it's too unlucky.

There are three cities in the southern Fujian region of Fujian Province, Xiazhangquan, which are the first areas to become wealthy. Especially in Quanfu, the private economy is extremely developed, and there are hundreds of well-known national brands in a small place. Quanfu shoes and clothing are sold all over the world, which is not easy.

The traditional culture of the people of Quanfu is well preserved, and many folk customs are still the same as hundreds or even a thousand years ago.

Ding Zhang has never been there, but he has heard the names of these cities and knows them well.

Three days later, Ding Zhang's stealth boat stopped at Quanfu Port and drove up the Jinjiang River, which could go directly to Gucheng West Street, Quanfu GC District, which was Zheng Gong's hometown. I don't know if the old house was demolished. Ding Zhang looked at the two golden bucket urns, very helpless, if he hugged them, it was too conspicuous. Forget it, go ashore first and look for the old house of the Zheng family on West Street.