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Jue County is also a relatively poor county, although there are several scenic spots, but not many people come. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info things in the world are mixed, and there are few people who come, but also from the side to protect these original tourist attractions, rather than those garbage piles, cars roaring, buy a ticket are expensive to the so-called famous scenic spots.

The local people here are the real flavor of southern Sichuan. The hills of less than 100 meters are one after another, and finally they become a winding mountain range. Some of the mountains were cut down in the era of great iron and steel, and later reclaimed into arable land, and now some mountains are like Zhou Cheng in front of them. Patches of peanut and corn fields that are too late to be harvested spiraled from the base of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Of course, most of the mountains are very lush, with a variety of deciduous trees and ferns, crowding a mountain with many plants suitable for temperate growth, such as fir trees, cypresses, pines, evergreen bamboos, etc.

Thirty students and a teacher stood at the intersection, which was indeed a huge target, and passers-by threw many strange glances. They knew that there was a hanging coffin in this Luobiao Town, but there were never any tourists, only some people who claimed to be archaeologists came every year, but they didn't expect such a large group of people to come this time.

"Hello, uncle. We are teachers and students who came out of Sichuan University for archaeological internship, and we want to see the hanging coffin of a Ha servant. You'll show us the way, won't you? Zhou Cheng was wearing a Mao suit, but he spoke fluent southern Sichuan dialect, which made the old man less vigilant.

"Want, get! Anyway, I don't have anything to do, help you, are you all fellows? "The old man is a native of the local area, and he has been to Luobiao Town in the furthest place in his life. Farmers like them, who have hardly ever gone out of the mountains all their lives, are very simple and kind, and for them, being kind to others is the first point.

After the old man finished speaking, he led the way. His hair was half white, cut very short, he wore a pair of straw sandals made by himself, his trousers were pulled up high, he was holding a bamboo cigarette stick, smoking home-grown dry tobacco, and while walking, he turned back to talk to Zhou Cheng with a smile, but it made Zhou Chengdu feel so kind. Because he is very similar to his grandfather. The old man's teeth were about to fall out, but his wrinkled face couldn't hide his kind and simple smile, there was no pretentiousness like a city person, and the tone was very sincere, and there was no tone like a city person who seemed to be guarding against someone at all times.

"I see you student dolls are all dressed very well. Come to this ravine to do learning, are you not afraid of hardship? Yibin is a place with a lot of stories, but it's too poor. ”

The old man walked quickly, in good health, and looked back while smoking, but when he said that Yibin was too poor, he turned his head, and Zhou Cheng seemed to hear a faint sigh. He didn't care at all about the black clothes on his back, and indeed the black clothes made of good cloth had already broken through a long hole, and through this opening in the clothes, the students behind him couldn't help but subconsciously cover their mouths. Many people felt a shudder in their eyes, as if something was about to roll down. But the old man didn't have any scruples, as if life was as it should be.

Because, through that opening, Zhou Cheng saw the old man's thin and rugged body, and also saw a long scar.

"Old man, have you been living in this Luobiao Town? We are not familiar with the people here, do you have any stories to tell us? ”

Bai Xueling's eyes were the reddest, and he asked softly as he walked over the two students.

The old man seemed to be a little unaccustomed to Bai Xueling's Mandarin, but thanks to the popularity of television sets in recent years, he could barely understand it. It's just that I feel weird, as if I'm uncomfortable: "I've always lived here, I have no culture, no money, and I can't get out." I didn't even know a word, I went out, and I couldn't find my way home. ”

The old man's straightforwardness made the students happy.

"Can you tell us the secret about the hanging coffins of the servants here?"

The group gradually passed by the mountains and began to enter a long ravine, which had changed from the lush green of the mountains to the geological environment of hard rock formations, which was one of the reasons for the existence of hanging coffins.

The old man took off the bamboo cigarette stick, patted the cigarette ash on the rock next to him, replaced it with a dry tobacco, paused for a moment, as if he was reminiscing, and said slowly: "Our place is called Matangba, and there were many people living in the past, and I don't know when they started to call them servants. Among them, the surname A accounts for the majority. One day, an old man surnamed Ah died, and Ah went to ask Mr. Feng Shui to come and see the place where the old man was buried. The feng shui gentleman walked around the Matang Dam, and finally pointed to a steep rock and said to the people of the Ah family: "There is a piece of white hard rock here, you should make a coffin out of a whole piece of wood, put the dead old man in this coffin, and then bury it on this white rock, and the descendants of your A family will surely be prosperous and rich." Ah Jia did so, and he didn't know how to put the coffin of the old man surnamed Ah on it. This is the origin of the hanging coffin burial of servants. Since then, the servants have learned to hang the coffin, and after the death of the person, the hanging coffin burial is practiced. Later, the Ajia really developed and became the most powerful tribe among the servants. This tradition has also been maintained. ”

"Are there still servants? Why have I never heard of such a nation? Yi Zhou stepped forward suspiciously and asked. Thirty people walked very crowded, not far from each other, but they could hear the old man talking.

The old man shook his head and said, "I don't know. The village has never heard of any servants, and I don't know if Zhang Xianzhong killed Sichuan back then, and killed them all. ”

"I heard that there are no monks in Yibin? And it seems that there are very few in southern Sichuan? Is it? Xu Haoran is also curious.

"What's good about a monk? Not all of them have been killed and buried in the cellar of Longxing over there in Yibin. Taoist priests are capable people, dolls, don't be harmed by those deceitful monks. Be a believer. ”

The old man seemed to be a devout Taoist believer, and when he heard that the monk was not happy, Xu Haoran didn't dare to ask again, at least to prove that the teacher was not lying again.

"Old man. Our teacher said that there are some legends about the hanging coffins here, right? Can you tell us about it? ”

A playful girl stepped forward and asked, the team did not continue to move forward, the summer in Sichuan is still very hot, hiding in this ravine, just enough to take advantage of the cool. The old man got used to it, found a rock, sat down on the ground, and began to speak.

"Anyway, when I was a child, there were a lot of hanging coffins here. I asked my grandfather and he said he had it when he was a kid. At that time, the area of Eagle's Beak Rock was full of hanging coffins. Later, later ......"

The old man seemed to remember some sad past, and his expression was a little gloomy.

"Later, more people started coming here. Some people said that they came to archaeology, found the village officials, and wanted to buy some coffins, saying that they wanted to do something to display there. However, everyone did not agree, because they suspected that these people were their ancestors. However, many of the hanging coffins are still missing. ”

"Huh? Where did it go? Dropped? Wang Jiang hurriedly asked, but it caused a roll of eyes around him. That thing has been put away well for hundreds of years, thousands of years, how could it suddenly fall down.

"It didn't fall. Some people said that there were gold, silver and jewels in the coffin, and secretly put a rope in the middle of the night to push them down the cliff. Alas, those hanging coffins may be our ancestors, and of course they can't be stolen. Back then, in order to catch these thieves, I was also slashed, and ......that's it," the old man said, pulling the torn clothes behind his back, revealing the long scar.

"Did the political axe compensate you? How not to call the police. ”

"Call the police? In the poor ravines, where to go to call the police. was cut by a thief, and he was beaten by himself, and Murakami had no money. The evil was that the only way to get poor was to live in a grass house because of medical treatment, and it took many years for him to get better. Since a few years ago, the village has given out 200 yuan every year, saying that it is a reward for those who protect the hanging coffin. If you are out of date, you can buy a lot of pork for 200 yuan. The old man said and spoke, but his face was gloomy from the beginning, and he returned to calm, and his smiling face seemed to tell others that he was not afraid of bitterness, and he was still alive and well.

The students were silent for a while, as if they had really learned a lot this time, although archaeology had not yet begun.

"Alas. Uncle, you've worked so hard! Zhou Cheng sighed, not that he felt that the old man was very bitter and poor. It is the kind of freedom that regards giving as an obligation, which infected Zhou Cheng. The old man may not know how to read, but he is an old man who is so kind that people are touched.

"But I have a secret for you. I don't know if it's useful to you who are learning. The old man smiled innocently as he smoked, as if he had a big secret in his heart.

"What's the secret?" Everyone's spirit is here, and even the heat is not afraid.

"My house is in the Eagle's Beak Rock. I found that although there are still occasional people who come to steal coffins, in the past few decades, there have been more than a dozen coffins on the cliff. Because there were a lot of hanging coffins, there was no one to take care of them, and they were often destroyed, and no one paid attention to them except me. After all, I also grew up watching these hanging coffins. ”

"Huh?" The students are all opening their mouths now, and there will be more than a dozen coffins?

"Is it the dead man in the village?"

"No, all the dead in the village are buried on the mountain, which one will be put on the cliff."

It was getting late, and Zhou Yuan was going to take the students to see the eagle's beak rock first, and at this time he had to find a place to sleep.

"There's a big stone dam in front of my house, so set up your tent there! Next to it is the eagle's beak rock, so you can take your time to see it at dawn. ”

Zhou Cheng nodded, thinking to himself, tonight, we must take advantage of the darkness of the night to secretly take a look at this place where even the fortune tellers show that they should come once, what is the mystery.

(To be continued)