There are many types of wood that can emit fragrance. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info once heard Mr. Lao Shu and the drunkard talk about it, it seems that there is agarwood, sandalwood, camphor wood, cypress wood, etc., but the most precious is agarwood, which can not only make spices, but also an extremely precious Chinese medicine. The real high-grade agarwood is priceless.

When it comes to agarwood, the drunkard also specially told me that the agarwood house gathers the aura of heaven and earth, gathers the essence of the sun and the moon, the accumulation of years, and the pure yang of the tree, which can pass through the three worlds. Its aroma can penetrate the seven chakras and eight veins of the human body and 365 orifices, calming the soul. It can help the owner who owns it to get rich and avoid evil spirits. Houses with agarwood are placed, mosquitoes do not enter, and evil spirits go around. The real best agarwood has been accumulated for hundreds of thousands of years, which is extremely rare, and it is the treasure of the magic practitioners, and it is also the artifact of the town house to ward off evil.

Could this thing be agarwood? I can't tell. After seeing and smelling it, I put it in the box, and then put the box back on the stone, and picked up the rice paper that was placed on the stone, and there must be words written on it, which may solve the confusion in my heart.

Maybe it's a long time, the stacks of rice paper stuck together can not be opened, I dipped my fingers in spit, moistened the corners, and then carefully uncovered, there are indeed words on the paper, beautiful block letters. Writing traditional vertically, I look down word by word:

There is a hole in Longyan Ridge called Longyan, and there is a volume of the Tibetan Lubanqi book "Craftsman Genealogy". Those who get it can pass through the miraculous feats of heaven and earth creation, and become the feather immortal who soars on the land. I even got a treasure map, according to the map, I can't explore it several times. It's a pity that it's a shallow blessing. Today, the picture is here, attached to the agarwood passed on by the ancestor Wu Dao, and those who are destined to get it. Cloud pine nuts. Twenty-three years of Wanli.

There was a buzzing sound in my head. "Craftsman's Spectrum"? The legendary Lubanqi book is called "Craftsman's Genealogy"? "There is a hole in Longyan Ridge, called Longyan", isn't that Longyan Cave? So, is the legend that Daddy Gui told me true? The most important thing is the "treasure map", which is a big surprise.

I couldn't believe it, so I took the rice paper and read it again word by word, and there was a "buzz" sound in my head. "Agarwood"? There is even agarwood! The artifact of the town house to ward off evil, the treasure of magic cultivation?

My little heart couldn't bear such a big surprise, and I almost jumped out of my chest with a "bang", and I sat on the ground gasping for breath.

It took me a while before I calmed down, took the rice paper and read it slowly.

"The first teacher is the way". Yun Songzi is signed on this piece of paper, he is called Wu Dao Ancestor, and there is no doubt that he is Wu Dao's disciple. Mr. Wu Daowu, isn't he the Bodhisattva enshrined in the temple? That's the fairy-like figure in the legend hundreds of years ago, the Bodhisattva worshiped by the neighbors, I thought it was just a legend, but I didn't think there was really a person!

There were several sheets of rice paper, and I opened the first page and read it slowly, and after reading it, I roughly figured out the reason.

According to this Yun Songzi, after Mr. Wu was disappointed in the imperial examination, he had an adventure, practiced magic, and learned something. Tracing back to the origin, it belongs to the Xuanmen Tianxian Pure Yang School, and the ancestor is Lu Dongbin, one of the eight immortals. He traveled a lot of famous mountains and rivers, and later because he was tired of wandering to be an ordinary teacher in Liu's school, Mr. Wu was extremely strict in choosing apprentices, and he would rather lack than abuse, and the magic was only passed on to his disciple. He accepted three disciples, but when he was gone, either his qualifications were too poor or his heart was not right, and he couldn't inherit the mantle, so he could only regret it. This temple was built by him, one is to commemorate the ancestor Wu Dao, and the other important reason is to hide this sheepskin treasure map and the agarwood.

I put down the rice paper. Trying to calm his mind, he stood up and took the parchment ring, carefully and slowly unfolded it, and spread it on the stone.

The parchment was about the size of rice paper, very shabby, with a thick and winding line drawn on it, and many thin lines drawn on it, blurred and broken in many places, and many red dots, but not a single word.

Looking at the drawings, I don't know why, a little disappointment flashed, and I immediately settled down. This drawing is definitely not simple, but I can't understand it for a while. I will have to study it slowly in the future.

This is not the place to study, I quickly rolled it up and put it into the wooden box, and then closed the box tightly, at this moment, I suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation, my head was also dizzy, and the cold poison in my body seemed to be aggravated. I was shocked: I had forgotten my situation and had to find an exit quickly.

I stopped again when I held the wooden box and raised my legs to leave, I thought about it, respectfully placed the small box in my hand on the stone in its place, knelt down and bowed to the wooden box—to be able to leave such a treasure for me to obtain, in any case, this senior named Yun Songzi is worthy of my kneeling and thanks.

There is no impermanence in the world, good and evil thoughts, and many encounters in life are even more so. The ancients advocated benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom and faithfulness, gentleness, courtesy, frugality, loyalty, filial piety, honesty and courage in the moral code of conduct, which has its own profound significance. This simple bow of my thought made me walk on the edge of life and death.

As I bowed down, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of a small slit under the boulder, less than two feet from my head, in which a ball of paper was stuffed, which was difficult to find except to kneel down and bow.

Is there anything else hidden in this place? I was amazed. Stretched out his hand to pull out the paper ball and take a look, he immediately sat down on the ground, exclaimed, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

I saw that it was written on the paper: You can see the words, congratulations. It shows that you are a man of great fortune. You have the opportunity to enter this cave and get my treasure, how can you be stingy? If so, it is not a pity to die. When you read my words and looked at the treasure map, I had been poisoned by the shadowless scattering poison, and I must have palpitations and dizziness at this time. If there is no antidote, after a while, it will be paralyzed and weak, and it will be difficult to get out of the hole. A pill of the secret recipe with an antidote is placed in the stone gap, and swallowed quickly. The practice is unhindered.

I put down the piece of paper, tremblingly leaned over the crack in the stone and pulled out a paper ball, opened the wrapped paper ball, and saw that it was full of words, probably the formula he said. I didn't want to look at it, picked up a wax seal pill inside, crushed the wax skin, and inside was a black pill the size of a peanut, I didn't want to, I threw it into my mouth, raised my head and swallowed it, and then sat down cross-legged, mobilized my internal breath, and walked around the sky, and gradually settled down.

I don't know how long it took for me to come out of the meditation. I tried to reach out and move, but there was nothing wrong with it, and even the previous cold poison was much lessened. I was secretly glad that I stood up in a good mood and put the two crumpled pieces of paper on the ground into the wooden box.

This is a box of treasures, whether it is a small map or a small piece of agarwood. No wonder it's so well hidden. Especially the sheepskin treasure map, you don't have to guess, I don't know how many people have exhausted their minds to find it for a hundred years, and how many people have died to find it? Unexpectedly, it was hidden under this deserted temple.

I guess there is no way to find it even if someone knows that it is hidden here, the entrance to this cave is so small, except for a small man like me, he can't enter if he is a little bigger, and he doesn't dare to enter. Unless his skills and techniques are extremely profound, he can also shrink bones.

Thinking of this, I jerked back to reality: now I'm in, but where can I get out?

I don't know what time it is, but I'm desperate to get out now.

There must be an exit to this cave. The reason is that the toad is gone, and I can't feel its presence because I feel out of order, but now I can't even feel its peculiar cold aura, which proves that it is no longer in the cave, and must have slipped away. Its body was so large that it couldn't slip through a small gap.

The toad did slip away. I guess the purpose of it leading me in is to disturb my mind with a phantom in the small hole, and take advantage of the situation to kill me, but it is self-defeating, and after I see through it, not only did it fail to kill me, but after I entered the cave, I also got a holy artifact - agarwood, and now it can't escape without escaping.

Thinking about this gives me a surge in confidence. I held the box in my injured left hand and the pig-killing knife in my right hand and searched the hole bit by bit. The cave was only a little bigger, and in a moment I found another small hole behind a protruding stone pillar.

The hole looked about as big as the one I entered, and I had no choice but to push the crate into the hole and bend down to get inside. But before I could fully enter, I withdrew and took out the box.

The small hole is diagonally upward, somewhat curved, and barely passable. Just in case, I raised my knife in my right hand to open the way, and it was extremely inconvenient for my injured left hand to push the wooden box to block my view.

I thought about it, took off my dirty outer garment, took off my sweater and long-sleeved underwear, took out the sheepskin ring and agarwood with my underwear and wrapped it around my waist, tied the sleeves in front of my abdomen, and the thing was clinging to the back waist, so that I didn't have to worry about being squeezed, and then put on my sweater naked, tied the hem in the waistband of my trousers, and then put on my dirty outer garment.

I patted my waist and abdomen, which had suddenly swelled, and I was very satisfied.

I put the rice paper written by Wu Dao Bodhisattva into the wooden box, and I didn't take these words out of the paper, and it would be very bad for ten thousand people to see it. If you don't get it right, you will get yourself into a lot of trouble.

I held the small box and respectfully placed it on the stone in the cave. Turned around and walked a few steps, then knelt down and kowtowed respectfully three times, once again expressing his gratitude to the self-proclaimed Yun Songzi senior, and then stood up and plunged into the hole.

I crawled forward in the cave with my hands on the ground. The small hole is sloping, with both slope and curvature, although the stone wall is rough and not very smooth, and I don't feel that it is wide and narrow, and I am very struggling in the narrow place.

I don't know how far I climbed in, and suddenly I heard a faint voice in front of me, and I was in good spirits and crawled slowly and quietly. The voice grew clearer and clearer. It was the voice of the pick-up, and I didn't know who he was talking to, so I stopped and listened carefully.

“…… You don't always come to play with Pickup, Pickup Lai really misses you so much. If you give someone to play, you have to play with you, and if you don't come to pick up, you will ignore you......"

I was ecstatic to hear the voice of the voice, indicating that the exit was ahead. But I don't know where this exit is, and there is a pick-up haba boy next to me, and I can't help but be very vigilant, God knows what that haba boy will do.

I climbed up cautiously, trying not to make a sound.