I didn't have the heart to laugh with Qiu Yan at this time, but my mind was spinning fast.

The first thing I thought about was whether the master in Qiu Yan's mouth could be trusted, but I immediately realized that what I was really struggling with was not this, but what the purpose of this master was.

Of course, I believe that there are people in this world who are helpful, and I also hope that the master only likes to help others, but if this master has another purpose, then judging from what happened to the Qiu family, this master's purpose will not be very simple, to put it seriously, Qiu Yan and I may give our lives for this.

In addition, Peng Yonglie is Wushan Toast? This was a surprise to me.

However, as Qiu Yan said, the content on the scroll does match this situation.

What I am thinking about now is that the tone on the scroll is not like the tone of the tomb owner himself, but more like the person who buried him after the tomb owner died, if this tomb owner is really Peng Yonglie, then I suspect that the person who wrote the scroll is probably Peng Da Worm Keyi.

In this way, the truth of the matter is really different from the official record: if Peng Da Worm Keyi could bury Peng Yonglie and write an epitaph for him, then how could he be so cruel to kill Peng Yonglie's son?

Also, the scroll mentions "incurring external troubles", what is this external trouble? Does it mean that Peng Daworm is suitable for rebellion? Isn't that a paradox?

At this time, Qiu Yan slapped twice on the coffee table, and then smiled at me:

"Don't overthink it! I know you have a lot of questions, and I have them, but what's the use of trying to do it? Won't we know if we go over and check it out in person? ”

In the next few days, Qiu Yan took me around the provincial capital while preparing for related matters, and also helped me buy a few sets of clothes and some daily necessities.

After getting ready, Qiu Yan and I carried a hiking bag and set off to Longshan as a travel friend.

Considering that this was just a search, Qiu Yan and I didn't drive, but just brought some clothes and traveled lightly.

Taking a bus from the provincial capital to Xiangxi, you can clearly see the changes in the terrain, as the bus goes deep into the hinterland of Xiangxi little by little, the surrounding mountains are also becoming high and steep little by little.

At about 6 o'clock in the evening, when we arrived at the bus station in Longshan County, Qiu Yan called a young man named Li Xianfu, who took us in a van to the place where we stayed - a relatively remote three-story house.

This house is Li Xianfu's home, and before leaving, Qiu Yan found the young man who claimed to be the innkeeper from the Internet and chartered his house for a month.

Before coming here, I imagined the original ecological life in Xiangxi, but when I took a look, I found that this Longshan county town is no different from the ordinary county town outside, and Li Xianfu's home is also the kind of decent brick house, which is not the same thing as the stilted building I imagined.

Li Xianfu's home was decorated according to the appearance of a hotel, with more than ten rooms, which could accommodate twenty or thirty people, Qiu Yan first gave Li Xianfu a deposit of 10,000 yuan, and instructed him not to recruit any more tenants for this month.

Li Xianfu agreed with a grin.

At dinner, I was bored and asked some questions about the Tujia family.

Who knows that Li Xianfu doesn't know anything.

I pointed at Li Xianfu and smiled at Qiu Yan:

"Look, they are also Tujia people, and they still live in Xiangxi, don't they know nothing?"

Qiu Yan gave me a blank look and ignored me.

Li Xianfu smiled with a red face and said:

"It's a shame to say that young people like us, no one cares whether it's Tujia or Han, you look at this county, in addition to those tourist attractions that attract tourists, where is there a little Tujia characteristics? Let me tell you, don't look at the people in those scenic spots dressed in fancy clothes, in fact, they don't know how the Tujia people should dress at all. ”

I was a little surprised that a person who lived in a Tujia gathering place said this, and I was afraid that the reality was more than that, so I asked:

"What about the history that happened to you? You must have someone to tell these stories! For example, Liangjiangkou toast? ”

Li Xianfu took a few bites of rice and replied vaguely:

"If you ask the older generation about these things, you may still know a little bit about them, but in short, few young people know about those things."

I glanced at Qiu Yan after listening, and Qiu Yan returned with a disappointed look.

The next day, Qiu Yan woke me up early, and after we had breakfast, Qiu Yan threw her backpack into my arms and said that she was leaving.

I didn't know why, so I asked her where she was going.

Qiu Yan will know when she arrives.

We didn't get any clues from last night's conversation, I thought I would go out today to continue the visit, but when I looked at Qiu Yan's appearance, it was clear that I had a goal.

I followed Qiu Yan into a taxi, Qiu Yan reported the name of "Ling'an Temple", and when the driver heard it, he immediately turned around and looked at us as if he was looking at a nervous disorder.

Qiu Yan smiled, handed over two hundred-yuan bills, and said:

"It's not enough."

Then the driver started the car and set off.

Qiu Yan saw that I was still staring at her, so she flipped out her N95 phone and flipped out an online page to show me.

The mobile phone shows an interview with a historical story, which mentions an old man named Peng Yunlin in Ling'an Temple, who is not a monk or a Taoist, but has been living in the dilapidated Ling'an Temple.

This report is an interview about the history of Liangjiangkou Tusi, and in the report, the old man mentions some of the deeds of Peng Da Worm.

After I finished reading it, I returned the phone to Qiu Yan and said to her:

"Looks like you're prepared!"

Qiu Yan smiled and replied:

"Clues have to be accumulated little by little, and many times what we want is actually right in front of us, and it depends on whether you can find it."

I nodded and gave Qiu Yan a thumbs up.

The car drove for more than an hour and came to a small town far away from the county seat, and after Qiu Yan got out of the car, she gave the driver another hundred yuan, saying that she would call him if necessary.

After the driver left, Qiu Yan shook the backpack behind her, and then took the lead towards a mountain path not far away.

We climbed for about two hours before we finally came to a few dilapidated houses.

It sounds good to say that these houses are dilapidated houses, but in fact these houses have no appearance at all, the brick walls are crooked, and the rubble is everywhere, and only one of them can barely live if it is supported by a few pieces of wood.

I was just about to ask Qiu Yan if she was going the wrong way, when I heard a dog barking in the distance, and it wasn't just a dog.

I subconsciously pulled Qiu Yan behind me, and then held the trekking poles in both hands and put on a defensive posture.

After a while, I saw three earth dogs leaping out of the weedy hillside in front of me, with slender limbs and strong bodies, and I knew that they were good hounds at a glance.

Just as the three dogs were about to pounce on me and Qiu Yan, a crisp whistle suddenly sounded, and then the three dogs immediately stopped in place as if they had been spelled.

The dogs stopped, but they didn't stop barking, they bared their teeth and barked at us without even breathing.

"Huzi, stop screaming!" A slightly childish voice came from behind the house, and the three dogs immediately ran in the direction from which the sound had come from.

Qiu Yan and I looked curiously at the dog's back, and then we saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy coming out of the corner of the house.

"Hey, you two, what are you doing!" The boy asked, pointing at the two of us, without the slightest shyness or fear.

"We're looking for someone, what's your name?" Qiu Yan stood up from behind me and replied.

"What do you call me! Why are you here? Who are you looking for? The boy seemed rude.

"Let's find an old man named Peng Yunlin, do you know him?" Qiu Yan's tone was like coaxing a child.

"Peng Yunlin? I don't know. ”

"Kid, do you live around here? Is this called Ling'an Temple? Qiu Yan is patient and lives like a kindergarten teacher.

"Who's the little friend! I'm sixteen! This is my home, but I don't know any Peng Yunlin. ”

Qiu Yan wanted to ask again, but at this time, an old man walked out of the house supported by wood, he stretched out his hand and patted the boy's head, and said angrily:

"Peng Yunlin is Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is Peng Yunlin! I said Erwa, I have raised you for sixteen years, why don't you even know Lao Tzu's name? ”

The boy who was called Erwa was very unconvinced, and shouted at the top of his voice:

"Usually they call you old, but you haven't told me, where do I know your name!"

After hearing this, the old man slapped the second baby lightly, then looked at us with a smile on his face, and asked:

"Where did you two come from? What's the matter with my old man? ”

Qiu Yan stepped forward to hold the old man's hand and said:

"Mr. Peng, we are from the provincial capital, and we are here to inquire about something with you."

The old man nodded, pointed his hand behind him, and said:

"Go to the house and talk about it!"

When the second baby saw that the danger was gone, she whistled and followed, and the three dogs galloped away after his buttocks.

When I entered the "house", I found that although it looked bad from the outside, it was full of things inside: two beds made of wooden planks, a broken table, a few chairs that were obviously nailed by hand, and even a kitchen and bathroom at the back of the house.

The old man poured me and Qiu Yan a cup of tea, but I couldn't stop talking when I looked at the black glass that came from nowhere.

The old man seemed pleased, and pointed to the tea in our hands and said:

"Taste it, it's homemade, it's fragrant."

The old man's Mandarin with a local accent is really impossible to refuse, so I took a sip of it, who knew that this tea was sweet and fragrant in the teeth, and after drinking, there was a trace of sweet taste from the throat, I was greatly surprised, holding the cup and taking another sip.

Qiu Yan beside her also nodded at this time and said:

"Well, it's not bitter or astringent, the aftertaste is endless, it's delicious!"

When the old man heard this, he laughed and leaned back, and said:

"It's delicious, haha, my old man doesn't tell lies."

Then the old man asked:

"You two, which TV station is it?"

Hearing this, Qiu Yan and I were stunned at the same time, and explained that we were not from the TV station, and later as soon as the old man explained, we learned that he had mistaken us for reporters who came to interview again.