On the bus to Lingdong, I slept so hard that I didn't sleep all night, and it was impossible to sleep without sleeping.

The three goods didn't feel a little guilty, and when they saw that I was asleep in the car, they kept slapping me and asking me to see the scenery outside the car window. To be honest, I really wanted to throw the three of them out the window.

It took nearly eight hours from Beijing to Lingdong, and there was still no traffic jam. The car to Lingdong is only five kilometers outside Lingdong Village Coal Kiln Town, Lingdong Village is too remote, there is no way to let the car go. So to get to the real destination, you have to rely on other ways.

We were sent by Zhao Zhifeng by car, so going to Dalingdong Village was also the way he thought of. He didn't know where he got a horse-drawn cart, the kind of wooden cart used in the countryside to pull hay and things. We sat in the back, and he drove the horses in front.

The five-kilometer road, just this broken carriage, almost didn't break me up. When I arrived at the entrance of Lingdong Village, I got off the carriage and the moment my feet hit the ground, I felt that my legs were shaking, and I almost didn't fall.

Although Lingdong Village was not tabooed by those who claimed to be orthodox, the entire Lingdong Village was almost surrounded by these people.

This place is already remote, and it is usually even inaccessible to the outside world, so there is nothing to know about the sudden gathering of so many people here.

Right at the entrance of the village, where we got off the bus, two tents were blatantly propped up there. In front of the tent, several middle-aged men watched us get out of the car with gloomy eyes, which made me nervous for a while.

The village was originally small, and the limited houses were rented by these outsiders. And those who didn't rent a house, just like those people at the entrance of the village, set up a tent in the open space, and just coped with it.

We were definitely the last to arrive, there was not even a single open space for a bed in the village, and the tents were spread all over the village, one after the other. We managed to squeeze around, but we couldn't find any place to put up another tent.

In desperation, we walked out of the village, and finally spread our tents at the back of the village, at the foot of a dirt mountain.

Originally, this was a reclaimed vegetable field, but by this time the vegetable field had already been leveled, and five or six tents had been set up here, so we did not politely set up camp here.

Zhao Zhifeng built a very large tent, which was enough for the six of us. While they were making tents, I was standing outside and looking, looking in the direction of the village.

At this time, the small village was full of tents of all colors, like a bunch of bubbles covering a glance. The flow of people is also very scary, it is like a temple fair.

These are all blatant people who came to touch the mountain, and they are not afraid of the appearance of the official at all.

I know that this gathering was covered up by the four orthodox forces on the surface and for legitimate reasons, which is why such a big battle was staged in such a grand manner.

But in fact, how could the officials not know about this matter, but they were afraid that some of their authorities would also get together, somewhere, discussing everything here, and even monitoring here, and even there were people here who were their internal correspondents, spies.

At least, Zhao Zhifeng and Han Chang can be regarded as one of them. However, these two people have a private purpose, and their obvious identities can be ignored.

There are four orthodox obscurities, and we don't have to worry about that. I just have to worry about how to get the priority now, and be the first to go down and get the treasure in the sword shrine. Although this treasure may not be able to be brought out, it is impossible for the four orthodoxy not to give any benefits. After we take it out, it is equivalent to selling it to them, anyway, we only need banknotes, not collecting.

With that in mind, I shifted my gaze and began to scan the geography of the place. This Lingdong means the east of the Great Khing'an Mountains, and the position where I stand is exactly the opposite, I am facing the east, leaning on the west, and the location of the village is in the south direction.

In terms of geography, the village is actually in the west direction, and in the Great Khing'an Mountains as the origin, the village is in the east direction. And I have to look at the direction in combination with these two origins.

I don't know where the mountains on which the village rests, but these mountains run in a northwest diagonal line. Looking over there, it is lush and green, with high and low peaks one after another, which is very spectacular.

The village is backed by the mountains, and the faces are actually mountains, but the peaks are generally shorter, but they have not left the mountain peaks.

Looking at the peaks, the large and small veins, I can't help but sigh that this is an obvious embodiment of the dragon vein. The feng shui here is excellent, the people are outstanding, and it is a superb treasure for longevity.

Looking at the feng shui here, I also found that with the village as the center, the mountain range behind me as the west, and looking to the southeast, the land is surrounded by steep mountains and many of them, and each peak is like a spike soaring into the sky, extremely sharp, and it is obvious that it is a piece of land. Just like the edge of the sword, the spirit is high, and it is very prominent.

As soon as I saw this place, I couldn't help but look at it a few more times. At this glance, I actually found that the land is still an excellent health treasure for nourishing qi and locking the soul, which is better than the location of the village, and it is a very suitable environment to live in.

"This little brother, do you see it too? That's a nice plot, isn't it? "When I was surprised, a voice suddenly rang in my ear.

I turned around curiously, and a skinny little old man who looked like a monkey and was thinner than me was standing beside me with his hands behind his back.

"That's where the sword mound is......" The little old man sighed, and then said slowly.

I was stunned, and subconsciously had a reaction, where is the sword mound? It doesn't fit, does it? It's not a great place for burial feng shui!

For a while, I finally understood what this little old man was feeling, he must also think that it was not a burial feng shui place, but the sword mound was there, which was incredible.

However, I only had it for a moment before I figured it out. The burial feng shui treasure land is for the human soul, but for the instrument soul, it is very different. The ancients believed that the sword has a spirit, and the soul that lives for a long time is the spirit, which is the spirit sword. The spirit sword needs to be raised, the essence contains the soul, the best qi can be strengthened, and the sword spirit is increased in the place where the soul is locked.

Therefore, this is a treasure land for longevity, and it is also a peerless place for cultivating swords. Therefore, where is the sword mound, it is definitely the best good idea.

The little old man shook his head for a while and then walked away, and I was stunned for a while.

After knowing the location of the sword mound, I have no interest in looking at feng shui anymore, this large area is definitely a good place for health preservation, and a treasure of feng shui for living. Except for the special burial mound of the Sword Mound, there could be no living beings buried here, unless he wanted to raise his body into the fertilizer of nature.

Behind me, the tent was almost set up, Zhou Jun had finished dinner, I turned around and went into the tent and enjoyed the food. After that, there was a little rest. As for Yu Qian, Zhou Jun and Taiyi Boss, who have always been full of energy, Zhao Zhifeng and a few others, they were idle and went to the village to wander.

At half past eight in the night, I was woken up by Han Chang. Tonight is the time when the meeting begins, and the memorial ceremony will be held at nine o'clock, and everyone must participate, even those who have not participated in the meeting, which is the rule of the orthodoxy, and even the villagers must participate.

Of course, it is beneficial for the villagers to participate in this memorial service, and everything after the memorial service must be distributed to them. That's dozens of fat pigs and sheep, as well as a lot of unfamiliar fruit cakes, incense candles and oil. This kind of good thing is hard to come by, and they naturally will not refuse.

When Han Chang took me to the center of the village, I found out that Yu Qian and the others had already occupied a place in the crowd, facing the altar, which was very good.

Originally, the center had a lot of tents and some simple houses for local residents, but they were all dismantled at this time for this memorial ceremony. At the same time, I also heard Yu Qian tell me that a little later, the conference will be held here at 12 o'clock, and a huge tent will be erected here.

This so-called ceremony is to pay tribute to the ancestors and the spirits of all walks of life, as well as the tomb owners who entered when they touched the mountain. In addition to paying respect, it is more about expressing apologies. A lot of helpless reasons for touching the mountains and touching the gold, as well as the pressure of life and so on. At the end of the day, I would like to express my gratitude and gratitude to these heroic spirits, and express my great respect for them for leaving a precious legacy to save us descendants......

To tell the truth, this ceremony is actually a way to deceive oneself and others, an excuse to excuse one's own soul, but it is useless.

If you want to pay real respect, don't touch the mountain.

And if you want to touch the mountain and respect, then learn the real orthodox Faqiu Zhonglang General and touch the golden school captain.

And besides, relying on the strength of the large number of people and forcibly taking the mountain gate by violent means, I am afraid that they are not qualified to participate in the ceremony, let alone have the face to say honorifics.

But they participated, not only participated, but even the initiators, and were the most powerful of the four. This is a memorial ceremony for people who touch the mountain gate to slap their faces.

I casually followed them to do some worship movements, reciting some nonsense and deceiving ghosts. And a pair of eyes have long been looking around, looking for things of interest.

When going to a strange place, the first thing a man thinks of is usually a beautiful woman, and then the food. As the most normal man in the 21st century, I naturally inherit this fine tradition. On the bright side, he is worshipping, but his eyes are looking everywhere, and he is very sorry for his ancestors and ancestors in his thoughts.

The number of people attending the memorial service reached hundreds, but I was surprised to find that there were not many women among them. Only three or four of them were elderly women's directors, and there was hardly a single young one except for the three around me.

On the other hand, the three around me have become the center of the dazzling, and a large number of people are locking their eyes on this side. Even on the altar, the young men in the four orthodox who seemed to have a very high status also set their eyes here.