Fat Dahai sniffed and muttered, "Strange, why is this water so fishy?" ”

The third uncle and I didn't speak, and we both knew in our hearts that this fishy smell was so strong, it would definitely not be a good thing.

We walked through a patch of grass and came to the banks of the Mustard River.

Although the mustard river is not in the flood season at this time, the water flow is not small, and the turbid river flows quietly, and nothing can be seen from the surface.

The third uncle picked up a stone and threw it into the mustard river.

The stone clattered and sank to the bottom. There was a splash of water.

After the splash, the surface of the water fell calm again.

The third uncle waved his hand and led us along the river bank in the direction of the flowing bridge.

The banks of the river were covered with reed-like weeds, all waist-high. Where we stand, a few hundred meters from the bridge that flows through us. From this angle, the bridge is beautiful and unique, and the waist throws out a graceful arc, spanning both sides of the mustard river. Every detail of the stone arch bridge shows its unique ancient charm.

I counted the holes in the bridge, and there were thirteen, which belonged to the thirteen-hole bridge.

The third uncle sighed: "It's such an ancient bridge, no wonder it needs to be maintained." Otherwise, if there is damage or collapse, it will be a loss. ”

We walked in the direction of the bridge without stopping, and soon reached the position of the bridge.

We had been in the car when we had crossed the bridge before, and this was the first time we had seen the old bridge so closely.

There is a stone tablet at the head of the bridge, and the front is the three words flowing in the bridge. We've seen this the last time we drove by. We came here for a purpose, so we naturally wanted to observe it again, and we went around to the back of the stone monument and found that there were four words on it: "Flowing Range Rover".

The third uncle took a closer look, pointed to the four words and said: "Look, this is still written by Yongzheng Yubi, it seems that the name of this bridge is really Yongzheng." ”

When I looked at it, sure enough, Yongzheng's signature and imperial seal were there, and they were very clear. This should have been refurbished during the last repair. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to maintain such clarity for more than 300 years.

We walked along the stone bridge, from the head of the bridge to the end of the bridge, and from the end of the bridge to the head of the bridge. I didn't have any abnormal reactions, and the third uncle didn't seem to see anything abnormal. The expression has always been natural and relaxed. This made my heart that had been hanging a little more relaxed.

Not only that, but standing on the bridge, the river is wide, so you can just have an unobstructed view of the surrounding scenery. It's just that now the water is a little muddy, if it was in the Qing Dynasty, it would definitely not be like this. Imagine standing at the head of the bridge and looking at the surrounding greenery and the sparkling blue waves under the bridge. Totally deserved, "Flowing Range Rover" four words.

After a round trip, I asked the third uncle, "Do you see anything?" ”

The third uncle shook his head: "There is nothing wrong with the feng shui of this bridge. ”

I nodded: "That's for sure, it was the name of Emperor Yongzheng himself at that time, and there must have been a royal feng shui master to investigate, and feng shui must not be wrong." ”

The third uncle said, "But." How about the pit pit in Zhenqiao

Didn't you see it? ”

The third uncle walked to the middle of the bridge again, leaned out half of his body, and looked under the bridge.

I quickly hugged him so that he would not accidentally fall into the river again.

I asked, "Third uncle, isn't every bridge to have a beetle to control the water, right?" ”

The third uncle shook his head: "As long as there is a river with a hidden danger of flooding, there will definitely be a beetle to control the water." This is a tradition left by our ancestors. And this tradition has been proven by countless examples. Rivers with pit pit water are not necessarily free from flooding. But 100 percent of rivers without beetles have been flooded. It's just the size of the flood. ”

I smiled wryly: "Could it be that this bridge is an accident?" ”

"No, it won't. In fact, how the craftsman places this beetle town water is very particular. It also tests the level and ability of the bridge builders. Because where the prickets are located depends on the direction of the river, the amount of water, and the speed of flow. The craftsmen who place the pit vids must not only know the technology of stone carving, but also know some knowledge of water conservancy. Because the pit is directly related to whether or not it can contain the entire water. In my experience, 80% of the beetles are carved on the bridge, some at the head of the bridge, some at the end of the bridge, some on the guardrail of the bridge, and some on the base of the bridge, on the piers......"

I looked around and asked, "Then we've all searched the bridge deck and we haven't seen any pit vipers." It's just under the bridge, do you want to get a rope and tie me down to find it? ”

The third uncle waved his hand: "Forget it." If you have a good one, how can I be worthy of your grandfather and your father. It doesn't matter if I can't find it, I'll lure it out at night. ”

"Draw it out? Attracting pit vipers? Isn't that a myth? And generally speaking, it's just a stone carving, how can it be eliminated? I asked curiously.

The third uncle smiled: "Big nephew, there are still a lot of skills of your third uncle that you haven't seen." If I say that I can draw it out, I can lead it out. When the time comes, you can catch your eyes. Gone, go back. ”

The third uncle waved his arm vigorously, and took me and Fat Dahai back to the grove the same way. Said to wait until after dark, and then come to this Liuyu Bridge. Tonight, be sure to get the bridge spirit that Lao Bai said.

Back in the grove, we first checked out the six roosters hanging from the trees. After the third uncle's arrangement, those chickens were really a lot more excited. The comb on his head was full and swollen, bright red in color, as if it could burst and gush blood at any time.

The third uncle nodded with satisfaction, and asked me and Fat Dahai to help, he took out a silver needle, prick blood out on the combs of the six roosters, and after sucking it with a straw, they all dripped into a small glass bottle.

For each cockscomb, take only three drops. It's just that this cockscomb is full of blood, and there is a lot of blood in three drops.

I don't know what method the third uncle used, when taking blood, those roosters that seemed sacrosanct didn't react at all. Let me be amazed.

In the whole afternoon, the third uncle took blood from the cockscomb three times, and there were already more than half bottles of cockscomb blood in the small glass bottle.

And those roosters, after being blooded three times, finally wilted a little. Three

Uncle let them out again, led them with ropes, and after letting them walk a few laps in the woods, he didn't bother anymore, and waited for the hour to come.

It was soon getting dark.

From the time we got here, to the other side of the stone bridge, there was no human figure. After dark, it's quieter.

The sound of the wind blowing into the woods made it seem as if the temperature had dropped several degrees in an instant.

The third uncle never gave the order to set off, and we all leaned on the tree and closed our eyes to recuperate.

It was about eight o'clock in the evening, and the third uncle yawned and got up from the ground. The third uncle's gaze became resolute and determined, and I knew that the real test was coming.

"Let's go. Follow the third uncle to get the bridge spirit. The third uncle waved his hand and gave the order to set off.

(End of chapter)

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