Under the old tree at the head of the village, there are several big yellow dogs lying on their stomachs in the distance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Now Luo Feng is undoubtedly helpless, especially the old village chief in front of him with a serious face, knocking on his cigarette pouch pot from time to time, if Luo Feng is not afraid that this old man will beat him, he really wants to go up and beat this old man twice.

It turned out that Luo Feng was worried that something would happen to Chen Zhiyuan and Jiang Jia, so he hurried here, and only then did he know what had happened here, and several people in the village were ready to go to the mountains to explore, wanting to find some game. Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains This is a tradition in China since ancient times, and it is even more difficult to buy living necessities if you want to go up here.

But there are plenty of foods to eat in the mountains behind you, such as mushrooms that grow in the shade of trees, some of which are poisonous, but people who have lived here for decades have already mastered how to identify them. Another example is some bracken and wild vegetables, which are all delicacies that the mountain people rely on for survival.

This group of women is like this, there are not many wild vegetables around the village, a few people want to run far, anyway, everyone is familiar with the surrounding mountains, but they didn't expect that when they picked up mushrooms, the ground fell, and the two of them accidentally planted it directly, and both of them had some broken legs.

The villagers are like this, in order to save some money for treatment, they can save some money, and they can only consider themselves unlucky when they encounter this kind of thing. Knowing that Chen Zhiyuan was fine, the bored Luo Feng chatted with the old village chief in the middle of the village.

Originally, Luo Feng just asked casually, do you have any legends here? Who knew that the old village chief suddenly came to the energy, under the smoke of the old smoking gun, he looked like he was doing something wrong, saying that Linjia Village was not called Linjia Village at all before, this was a monk's retreat before, and then the monk passed away, and one of his disciples surnamed Lin repaired the tomb for the monk here, and guarded the tomb for him, and then slowly developed into such a small village.

Luo Feng really wants to squirt this old man to death with a sip of salt soda now, I really said that you are fat and you are still panting, I just asked casually, you really gave me a legend. Of course Luo Feng doesn't believe in this kind of legend, what the hell is this.

The old village chief looked at Luo Feng's helpless eyes and knocked on the cigarette stick: "I know that a descendant like you doesn't believe it, this legend is passed down by word of mouth by the older generation, and now few people in the village know about it." ”

The old village chief said these words, Luo Feng believed it, because the terrain here is remote, and ordinary wars can't be fought here, even the Japanese invasion did not find this small village, in recent decades, this village has only been discovered, and the village chief is a prestigious person in the village, almost the village chief's family has served for generations, naturally only they know these news.

Luo Feng looked at the old man's serious expression, and was a little embarrassed for a while, "Uncle, can you tell me about it?" ”

The old man was immediately happy, but no one liked to listen to him tell these old histories, especially his son and daughter-in-law were all out to work, and he was very lonely. "Let's go, go to my house, Uncle let you see some good things, if it weren't for the fact that you and the girl are good people and teach the village chief's children to go to school, I wouldn't let you see it."

Okay, Luo Feng is really speechless now, uncle, please don't be so excited when you say this, okay? That face is about to laugh, okay? After saying hello to Jiang Yan, Luo Feng followed the village chief back to his house.

This is also an old-fashioned house, and you can even see a wooden structure in some parts, which is definitely a big house that can be seen on such a remote mountain in ancient times.

The old village chief saw Luo Feng's curious look, and a trace of pride flashed on his face: "This is the house left by the ancestors, I think it was also one of the best mansions in the village back then." Speaking of this, the old village chief's expression was obviously gloomy: "It's a pity that the children want to build a building now, and now there is not much left." ”

"Uncle, don't think so much, children and grandchildren have their own blessings."

"You're right, I don't have the ability to see through as an offspring like you." The old village chief walked inside, and when he came out, he carried a small old wooden box in his arms, which at first glance looked like something from the old age. When I opened the box, a foul smell suddenly hit my face. Luo Feng knew that this was because he had been closed for too long.

At the suggestion of the old village chief, Luo Feng took out a yellowed ancient book, this is the village chronicle, which is very clear, it turns out that there was really a senior monk who lived in seclusion here before, and he was still a monk who practiced in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, and was even received by the Shunzhi Emperor at that time. This monk named Hongwen claimed to be proficient in all kinds of Buddhism, and knew the distinction between Tibetan and Chinese, so his name reached the saint.

Seeing this, Luo Feng still doesn't believe it, the ancients habitually liked to exaggerate, just think about how the ancient celebrities were born, you know, all kinds of visions fly wildly, the sun is conceived, birds are in the arms, etc., from here you can know the urine sex of these celebrities.

Luo Feng didn't recognize too many traditional Chinese characters, and the next general meaning was that this monk was far away from the red dust and didn't like the wealth of the world, so he took three disciples to practice here, but he didn't expect that after the master passed away, the senior brother and the second senior brother couldn't stand the hardships and left, only the lay disciples guarded here, and they became tomb keepers, and they have been bred here for generations.

After reading it, Luo Feng suddenly had an idea, regardless of whether this Master Hongwen is a master or not, but there is a tomb here that will never be fake, at this moment Luo Feng's brain is running fast, the collapsed ground is more like a bright light, will it be the tomb of Master Hongwen? Because of soil erosion or some reason for the collapse.

This kind of thing has not happened before, for example, the news often breaks out in a certain place that it is a heavy rain that washes out the bones of dead people. Or suddenly the ground collapses, and upon investigation, it is revealed that there is an ancient tomb underneath.

There is no signal in this mountainous area, if there is an Internet Luo Feng knows that Master Hongwen is not only a Buddhist master, but also a famous calligrapher in the early Qing Dynasty, and his paintings are a must!

But now Luo Feng obviously doesn't care about these, he has read so many tomb robbery novels in his previous life, and what is flying in Luo Feng's mind at this moment is the Luoyang shovel, dividing gold and setting points, touching Jin Lieutenant, and ghost blowing the lamp, I didn't expect that I would use it one day! At this moment, Luo Feng's adrenaline was surging rapidly, and even his face turned a lot red.

"Hou Sheng, now you believe what the old man said, right? Let me tell you that although the old man does not have much culture, he will never deceive people! ”

Looking at such a kind old man in front of him, Luo Feng fell into a painful choice, whether to tell him that he was going to dig the grave guarded by their village? Luo Feng was inexplicably a little weak-hearted, it's not an exaggeration to say that this is their ancestral tomb, right? (To be continued.) )