Eighty years ago, in Sifangtai, the Changbai Mountain area in Northeast China, a team of Japanese ancient culture protection teams stationed in the puppet Manchukuo, several semi-professional archaeological soldiers held a few local mountain runners hostage, followed by a team of heavily armed Japanese soldiers and puppet Manchurian ** people, leading dogs, with digging tools, a group of more than 30 people marched in the primeval forest that did not see the light of day.

"Yours, come here." The leader of the Japanese archaeological team gestured to stop the troops, and then pointed to a Chinese.

"Taijun, you called me?" The Chinese hurriedly trotted over, nodded and replied.

"Mr. Wang, are you sure that we are on the right path?"

"Taijun, don't worry, I have been playing mallets in this mountain with my elders since I was a child, and I will never go wrong."

Putting the mallet is to go up the mountain once a year to see the wild ginseng you find. If the wild ginseng is less than old and the amount is insufficient, its value will be greatly reduced. The difference in weight is one grade, and the price difference is more than ten times.

Therefore, the older generation of ginseng releasers will not easily mine ginseng that is not enough. Instead, it is marked and visited in the mountains once a year, which is called ginseng. Only those who have a large amount are mined and sold on the market for some daily necessities.

The ginseng picker had the opportunity to say the word "ginseng" in the mountains, so it was called a mallet.

Of course, they don't worry that their mallets will be discovered. Ginseng can be found in the mountains, and it is very fateful. If fate doesn't get it, even if it's right under your nose, you won't be able to find out. What's more, the mountain is so big and inaccessible, for hundreds of years, I have hardly heard of anyone who lost ginseng.

"But we've been walking for three days, why haven't we arrived yet? You can't lie to us, do you? You know, if you're not honest, you're going to die! ”

"Taijun, even if you lend me ten guts, I don't dare to lie to Taijun. It's almost there. Do you see that hill over there? After that beam, it's almost there. The Chinese surnamed Wang pointed to a mountain beam and said.

As the saying goes, Wangshan runs a dead horse, and the mountain he refers to can almost see the trees on the mountain, but when you really walk, you don't want to go to the bottom of the mountain for half a day.

"I hope you don't joke with your own life and that of your family! Open! "When the leader of the archaeological team had finished threatening, he ordered the troops to move on.

These Chinese are all local mountain runners, who go up the mountain every year to exchange some mountain goods from the mountains for some food. The Japanese didn't know where they knew the legend of the hanging coffin of the Sifangtai gods, so they went to the village to find a few mountain runners to lead the way, trying to "protect" the cultural relics there.

The Japanese were afraid that these people would not be honest, so they gathered the villagers, men, women, and children, saying that they were protecting their safety. But their "protection", hehe, humiliation. When the Japanese didn't come, the people in the village lived very safely, and when the Japanese came, they needed "protection" to survive.

Sifang Terrace, as the name suggests, is that the top of this mountain is a boxy platform, the platform is like the desktop of a square table, like an axe cut out, the top of the mountain is like a large plain, full of five or six thousand square kilometers. The difference between the highest and lowest points on the summit of the whole mountain is less than 10 meters, but there is a rift valley and a large lake.

The rift valley runs from east to west, straight like a line, crossing the platform, dividing the platform into two parts, north and south, with the southern one being slightly larger. The Great Lake is just to the south

On the south bank of the rift, you can see an iron chain the thickness of a calf, one end tied to a towering boulder, the size of seven or eight rooms, and the other end of the chain goes deep into the valley, I don't know how long, no one has ever seen the other end of the chain.

In the early years, there were also some brave young people in the village who wanted to climb down the chain to the bottom of the valley to find out. But it was a strange sound coming from the bottom of the rift, and it was so terrifying that even if you plug your ears, you can feel the presence of this sound, as if this sound is not heard by the ears at all, but acts directly on the brain. The further down it goes, the stronger the sound becomes, and when it reaches a certain point, it is almost impossible to grasp the chain, and any further down, it makes people unconscious.

Some people take the risk of having someone else tie a rope directly to their waist and go down, no matter what happens, they have to go down to the bottom. But until the rope was put to the head, the man failed to descend to the bottom of the rift.

He was unconscious when the villagers pulled him up, and he didn't wake up until three days later, but he couldn't tell what he saw. Because he's crazy. After that, no one wanted to try it anymore.

Legend has it that this rift valley did not exist a long time ago, and there was no big lake on the top of Sifangtai, but there was a god living there.

This immortal is tired of staying in the heavenly realm, so he wanders around and enjoys the beautiful scenery. It wasn't until I saw the square terrace that I was attracted by the scenery here, so I settled down.

The immortal did not deliberately hide himself, and the villagers of several villages at the foot of the mountain knew about the existence of this immortal, and begged him from time to time to achieve something.

This immortal also guards the villagers under the mountain, so that several villages have good weather and abundant grains. The villagers live a comfortable and happy life, and they are also very grateful to him, and they offer a lot of good things every year.

As a result, the Dragon King Temple and the Land Temple were no longer enshrined, which caused the dissatisfaction of the two gods, and they jointly sued this god to the heavenly court. Out of consideration for maintaining its own dignity, the Heavenly Court decided to punish the residents at the foot of the Sifang Mountain, and there was a great drought for three years, and there was no harvest.

The villagers begged for the head of this immortal, he had already escaped from the heavenly court, and he knew that this punishment was basically a warning from the heavenly court. But he couldn't bear to see the villagers punished for themselves. So they tried to solve the problem of no rain in the village.

He instructed the villagers to put a large vat at the gate of their homes, and they were not allowed to go out for seven days, let alone on the square platform, no matter what happened. The villagers have put the largest water tank in their homes at the gate.

Early the next morning, the fog began to rise, the fog was so thick that I couldn't see my fingers, and there was no one on the other side, which made people feel like they had entered another world.

The room was unaffected, and it was the same as usual, except that it had to be waxed day and night. People didn't know what was going on, and they wanted to go out to see what was going on, but they thought of the instructions of the gods and consciously didn't go out.

But the fog did not disperse for a long time, and it lasted for three days and three nights, and everyone stayed in their homes. When the gods told them that they couldn't go out for seven days and seven nights, each family prepared food and water, and they didn't worry about life problems.

It was supposed that the fog should have lasted seven days and seven nights, but on the morning of the fourth day a fox entered the village and went from house to house until it came to a house with only a mother and son, and then went no further. The boy was only seven years old, and he was curious.

When the fox came to the window of his house, he began to make all kinds of teasing of the little boy. The boy wanted to go out and catch the fox, but his mother refused to let him go out and locked the door.

The mother kept looking at the little boy for fear that he would run out. After locking the door, let your guard down. While she was going to cook in the kitchen, the fox opened the window, jumped in, and began to play with the little boy.

In the rural areas of Northeast China, all the people who sleep on the kang are earthen kangs, which are connected to the north wall, and there are windows on the north and south walls. Because of the presence of the ondol, the little boy can easily climb up the window.

After playing with the little boy on the kang for a while, the little fox jumped on the windowsill of the north wall, as if he was about to escape through the window, which was open. The little boy was playing happily, and he was willing to let it go, so he followed.

The little fox jumped off the windowsill and landed on the ground in the backyard. The little fox jumped down, and instead of running away, he stood there provocatively.

A seven-year-old child, where does he know so much? The little boy looked back and saw that his mother was still in the kitchen, not looking at him. So he climbed lightly to the windowsill, and jumped lightly, and landed where the little fox had just jumped, and the little boy made a naughty gesture to silence him.

The strange thing is that the fog around the little boy about ten meters dissipated in an instant, and the fog was still thick in the distance, and he couldn't see his fingers.

When the little fox saw that the boy had followed, he ran some distance. The little boy ran after him. The little fox ran a little further, and when the little boy was about to catch up, he ran a little further. In this way, the little boy followed the little fox to the foot of the Sifang Mountain.

The little fox came to the side of Hazel Chai, looked at the little boy, walked for a while, and got in. The little boy has been chasing for so long, how can he be willing to give up? So he pulled the tall hazelnut trees of adults and rummaged through them.

In a few moments, the little boy found a small hole in the bushes, and he concluded that the little fox had burrowed into it. The seven-year-old didn't know what it meant to be afraid, so he got in. Thanks to his small size, even older children can't climb into it.

It was supposed to be very dark inside the cave, but when he went in, he could see everything, as if there was a lamp in the cave, but he couldn't see where the light source was.

He climbed more than ten meters on all fours, and the hole became bigger, enough for an adult to stand and walk, and the wall of the cave was smooth, and there were no branch openings.

The little boy stood up, and he didn't know how long he walked, but he saw a coffin, hanging in the air. The coffin was glowing bright red, flashing and flashing, very weird. Along the way, the little boy found no trace of the little fox.