lives in Laiyang, whose surname is Sun,

Go over the mountains and the sea to dig ginseng.

Eat a cricket for three days,

You say sad or not.

If my family comes to me,

Follow the ancient river and go up.

If you go into the mountains and get lost,

I'll be your guide.

On the huge rough stone, the black palm print disappeared, replaced by rows of blood-colored handwriting, which was the desperate poem left by the mountain god Sun Liang back then.

I looked at the handwriting on it, although thousands of years have passed, but the blood on it still seems to have not dried, flashing this bright red color, full of unwillingness and despair.

Just as I thought, the mountain god Sun Liang really walked into the dry rice basin, and wanted to go out all the way down the Bangmao River, but he fell halfway because he didn't have enough food.

According to the legend of the old leader of the mountain god, this Sun Liang should have died next to this rough stone, but now it seems that there is no trace of bones at all, Sun Xiang turned around anxiously several times, his brain was sweating, but in the end he still did not find any clues.

"Old man, don't worry, maybe the bones of the mountain god are not here." I helped Sun Xiang, although Sun Xiang was given a moment of ginseng seeds by the ginseng girl and became twenty or thirty years younger, but in fact, his mentality has not yet adapted, and he is anxious, and he is already tired before he is tired.

"According to legend, the ancestor had no strength when he wrote this fateful poem, and finally died on this stone, but why can't he find it now?" Sun Xiang looked at me anxiously, hoping to find the answer here.

I still know the legend of the old leader of the mountain god from Sun Xiang, and I don't know as much about Sun Liang as Sun Xiang, after all, Sun Xiang has been looking for the bones of his ancestors all his life and has done I don't know how much research.

"I remember a legend about the old leader of the mountain god." Liu Qianying walked up, she still has a lot of respect for Sun Xiang, after all, this old man has never said any complaints about leading the way for everyone, and she also takes care of Liu Qianying.

Sun Xiang immediately looked at Liu Qianying with hopeful eyes, Liu Qianying knew that the old boss was in a hurry, and said directly without delay:

After Sun Liangren died, a group of people who went into the mountains to hunt came here, and when they saw the words on the stone, they all admired Sun Liang's character, and his story was quickly praised in and out of the mountains. It was passed around, and all of a sudden, through the royal procurement of medicinal materials, reached the ears of Emperor Kangxi.

Emperor Kangxi exclaimed, "Is there really such a thing?"

Yaochen hurriedly responded, "There really is."

Kangxi Ye said: "Take me into Guandong Mountain to have a look!"

His subordinates did not dare to slack off, so they led Emperor Kangxi into Changbai Mountain. When I came to the lying cow stone, I saw Sun Liang's body standing there. Kangxi nodded, and said to himself: "This person is brave and loyal, I will make him the old leader of the mountain god, and the sixteenth day of the third lunar month will be his birthday in the future."

As soon as Emperor Kangxi's words fell, he saw Sun Liang's body shaken three times and was about to fall. Kangxi was a little strange, so he ordered his subordinates: "Quick! Bring down a tree, and make him a stool. After a while, the tree stump was completed, and Sun Liang's body was indeed sitting on it steadily.

Since then, Sun Liang has become the old leader of the mountain god. Every year on the 16th day of March of the lunar calendar is the birthday of the old leader, digging ginseng, picking mountains, hunters, and wooden gangs have to take a holiday, killing pigs and slaughtering sheep for the birthday of the mountain god. The people in the mountains don't sit on the tree stump, because that is the bench of the mountain god, which is the position of the ancestor master.

Later, people who put mountains (digging ginseng), hunting and logging worshipped Sun Liang as their ancestors.

After telling the story of Kangxi and Sun Liang, Liu Qianying continued: "Although the authenticity of this legend cannot be verified, it at least shows that this original stone should not be here at that time, otherwise how could anyone see this stone, and how could anyone see this fateful poem?" ”

"You know, this dry rice bowl is in and out." After Liu Qianying finished speaking, Sun Xiang nodded heavily, but soon said: "If this rough stone can appear here, someone must have put it in, which means that someone can still enter this basin." ”

"I believe that people with such great ability should not have the leisure to spread this desperate poem and the story of Sun Liang." Liu Qianying immediately said, although these words were a little hurtful, as if they didn't respect Sun Xiang's ancestors very much, but Sun Liang had not become a mountain god at that time, so it was not unreasonable.

Sun Xiang also knew that Liu Qianying had no malicious intentions, so he thought about it and nodded with a smile: "You are right, if it weren't for Qin Ling, I would definitely not be able to get here, I believe that if it was Qin Ling, I wouldn't have the leisure to talk about this rough stone." ”

I smiled and said, "Old man, I'm not that powerful, let alone get this rough stone in, I don't think I can do it even if I move it." "I think what Liu Qianying said is very reasonable, the person who can move this rough stone must be someone who exceeds the limit of heaven and earth, even if he has the heart to pass it on, it is impossible.

I suddenly remembered, "No, this mallet river has always been here, and legend has it that this boulder is standing by the river, and even if someone moved it, it probably wouldn't have been placed next to it." ”

Sun Xiang's face became ugly again, although I knew that Sun Xiang would be a little uncomfortable, but I still continued: "There is also a ginseng girl who also said that as long as we walk along this river, we can find the bones of the mountain god master, which shows that this boulder has always been here. ”

"Yes, the ginseng girl is kind and pure by nature, and she will not lie." Sun Xiang said a little anxiously: "Since the original stone has not been moved, why can't you find the bones of the ancestors?" ”

"After thousands of years of vicissitudes, perhaps the bones of the mountain god have long been dissipated in the earth," I muttered, the mountain god Sun Liang has always been said to have died in Changbai Mountain, but no one has ever known where the bones are, there have been reports that someone has found Sun Liang's bones, but in the end, it is only determined that the bones are three hundred years old, but it cannot be proved that it is Sun Liang's.

Sun Xiang's lips trembled slightly: "No, after the death of the ancestor, it was the mountain forest wind that was buried instead, it can be said that he inherited the blessing and shadow of Changbai Mountain, and the bones will definitely last forever." ”

"That's right." When I heard Sun Xiang's words, I immediately thought that something was missing, "Old man, I remember that in the legend about the burial place of the mountain god, it was said that after the death of the mountain god, a whirlwind blew the forest into a whining sound, just like people were crying. The next day, I saw a grave bag raised on the ground where Sun Liang was lying under Gu Liu, and it turned out that Sun Liang's body was buried by a whirlwind. ”

"yes, that's what the legend says." Sun Xiang responded immediately, and looked at me expectantly.

I smiled and said, "Although the legend is difficult to verify, according to the situation we are encountering now, there is a chance that this legend is true, and since it is true, the mountain god actually died under an ancient willow, not next to the stone where the desperate poem was written." ”

"yes, I didn't think of that." Sun Xiang patted his thigh, his face immediately turned rosy, and he regained his vitality again.

I nodded and said, "It seems that the mountain god master finished writing the desperate poem, and I don't know why he walked forward for a while, and finally died under an ancient willow, if this is the case, the one who knows the situation best at that time should be the third king of the four kings." ”