"Surname Gao?!" I blurted out.

"Ahh Yes, it is said that the surname is Gao. The old man looked at me.

My heart was beating inexplicably, I just thought, the small village on the edge of the Yellow River, surnamed Gao, could it be the tall man in Gaojia Village? … Yuxin and I glanced at each other.

"This story isn't over yet..."

The old man was quite talkative, and sat on a stool with his crutches, and the beard on his chin shook from his chin to the end.

"Well, old man, then you go on." I said.

The old man told us that the governor who was in charge of the river had heard the young man and asked him what he could do to make the fog disappear from the river. The young man did not answer, but beckoned to him and said, "Follow me." The governor took two attendants and followed the young man until he came to the base of the old wall, and the young man looked left and right, and walked along the wall for a while, and stopped at one place, and told the governor that if a temple of land was built here, and that after it was completed, he would do three days of rituals, and the ghost mist in the river would disappear.

When the governor heard this, he was skeptical, and said in his heart, if you want to build a temple, it should be built on the embankment, and the city wall is far away from the river, so what is the use of building a temple here? … When the governor saw that the young man had a vegetable-looking face, and that he did not look like a high-ranking man, he thought that the reason why he was able to get out of the fog of the river unharmed was only a fluke, and that the building of temples and the like might have some evil purpose as to what he said, so he rebuked him and drove him away. Later, the governor found two folk Taoists to open an altar on the river embankment, hoping to drive away the fog. When the Fa was halfway through, a gust of wind suddenly blew in, and the fog that blew floated over, and one of the Daoists was swept away, and the other was so frightened that he rolled down the embankment, and he refused to go up and cast the spell again.

In this way, the governor was worried, the law in the early Ming Dynasty was extremely harsh, Zhu Di was better than his father Zhu Yuanzhang, and he treated his officials at every turn, and he couldn't complete the task of controlling the river after the deadline. After another two days, the fog still did not lift, and the governor was really out of words. In the evening, the governor ordered his men to make a few side dishes, and one man poured himself a drink from the oil lamp, and the wine was so sad that he soon became drunk.

Taking advantage of the drunkenness, the governor turned his heart sideways, and said in his heart, anyway, it is death, rather than losing his head, it is better to go into the fog, at least, know what is inside, and death can be regarded as blind. So, the governor took off his official uniform, wrote a suicide note, called all the officials, and told them that if he did not come back tomorrow, he would hand over the suicide note to the imperial court. When he had finished speaking, the governor left the post house and headed for the river...

The next day, at the third pole of the morning, while all the officials were fidgeting in the house, the governor suddenly returned, accompanied by the young man whom had ordered him to repair the temple. Both men looked very embarrassed, and it seemed that the young man had rescued the governor from the fog. The crowd gathered around the two of them to ask long and short questions, the young man did not say a word, and the governor only closed his eyes and shook his head. After drinking a pot of tea in one gulp, the governor threw the teapot to the ground and ordered a land temple to be built immediately under the city walls... In this way, after the temple was completed, under the auspices of the young man, he did the ritual for three days, and the ghost fog in the river disappeared. When the governor asked the young man where he came from, he said that he came from a small village on the edge of the Yellow River, and his surname was Gao. The governor remembered that he had saved his life, so he kept him by his side and became a servant...

"That fog is ghost fog, and when they were digging the river, they must have offended something, so the fog came out. When the temple is built, the fog will disappear, and you say, that temple is not for suppressing ghosts and evil spirits, what is it for? "The old man said.

"Okay Dad, it's cold outside, you better go inside and rest..."The owner of the fire shop came over at some point.

"What are you afraid of, my body is fine, cough cough..."

The boss ordered a young man to help the old man into the inner room, and spread his hands at us, "Don't listen to my father, during the Cultural Revolution, the old man entered the cowshed and was beaten by the Red Guards. He didn't know where he heard such a story, he hadn't told anyone in a long time. The temple is 108,000 miles away from the river, how can it be to suppress evil spirits? … What's that, Leizi, add some hot soup to the bowls of the guests at this table! ”

"All right," the lad replied.

"Ah Leng, you say, is the surname Gao the tall man in Gaojia Village?" Yuxin asked.

"I don't know." I shook my head slowly.

When the soup was added, I picked up the bowl and took a sip. The man on the other side didn't know if he was addicted to my spray, but at this time, he called the boss to settle the bill, raised his hand, and knocked the chopsticks on his bowl away, which happened to hit me in the face, and I squirted out before I swallowed a mouthful of soup, and sprayed it on his face again... This time, the man couldn't hold it back and jumped up.

"Fuck you! What the hell do you mean, huh? What do you mean! Why do you take one bite after another... Burst... Is it because you saved my son that I didn't give you money? You yourself said you didn't want money..."

Yu Xin picked up the chopsticks and smiled at him, "Big brother, this time, it was your chopsticks that hit Ah Leng in the face..."

The man settled the bill, wiped his face, and walked away angrily.

Yuxin stretched out her hand and twisted my nose hard.

"Oh, what are you doing?"

"Are you of the fountain?" Yuxin gritted her teeth and asked.

I smiled 'hehe'.

"Where are we going?" Coming out of the fire shop, Yuxin asked.

I looked left and right, "Follow me." ”

"What are you doing here again?" Coming to the land temple, Yuxin asked suspiciously.

I didn't answer, waved my hand, and walked in first. Although it was daytime, the temple was dark, and it seemed to be colder than outside, and in the corner, the pile of ashes that Yuxin baked the fire was still there.

"Look..."

I pointed upward, and saw that there was a tablet between the two rafters on the top of the temple, which was black with smoke, and it was really difficult to find if you didn't look closely.

"Ah, there is also a monument in this temple! There's a word on it... I can't see clearly, if only there was a ladder...," Yuxin said.

I looked around, pondered for a moment, and squatted down in front of Yuxin.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

I pointed to my neck, "Ride up." ”

"This..."Yuxin's face turned red.

"Don't worry, I won't drop you." I looked up and smiled.

Yu Xin hesitated for half a minute, bit her lip, and slowly rode on my neck, holding my head with both hands.

"Are you sitting still?" I asked.

Yuxin let out an 'um' sound.

"Start...... How about it, look, hey, you're quite heavy, can you see clearly, what's engraved on the stele? ”

"Da Ming..."

"Da Ming what?"

"Move this way a little."

"Which side? Is it over here? ”

"Oh stupid, over here... Yes, a little more... Oops, why are you so stupid! ”

Yuxin slammed her leg together, and I screamed 'oops'.

Yu Xin snorted, "Your horse is too unqualified, you have to whip it... Yes, that's it, don't move! ”

"Look... Can you see it clearly? ”

"In the third year of the Daimyo Yongle, August 19, the temple builders... The temple builder... Governor of Caoyun, Yan Yongqing, and..."

"And who?"

"High... Gao Qien, Ah Leng, it's Gao Qien! ”

I was shaken.

Yuxin said 'oops' twice, and her body fell diagonally to the ground, and I pulled her but didn't hold it, and she also fell. Yuxin fell to the ground, held her hand, and jumped up.

"What a fool, fortunately I have skills, if it was Sister Xing, wouldn't I be killed by you?" Yu Xin stroked her hair and said angrily.

I smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry." ”

Yu Xin pursed her lips and said, "Ah Leng, it's really the tall man in Gaojia Village!" ”

I nodded, and was about to speak, when suddenly there was a 'boom' in my head.

"That's not right! That's not right! ”

Yuxin was taken aback by me, "What's wrong?" ”

"Do you remember... Do you remember what year the date engraved on the temple tablet we found in the west of Gaojia Village in the Broken Fox Immortal Temple? ”

Yu Xin was stunned for a moment, tilted her head and thought about it, "It seems to be... It seems to be the sixth year of Jiajing..."

"Are you not mistaken?"

"I'll think again... That's right, it's the sixth year of Jiajing! ”

My eyes widened, trembling and stretched out my fingers, pinching my fingers to calculate, and said, "Yongle three years, to Jiajing six years, one hundred... More than one hundred and twenty years, when Yongle built this land temple in the third year, Gao Qien was a young man, and he was counted as eighteen years old, and in the sixth year of Jiajing more than one hundred and twenty years later, he would be one hundred and forty or fifty years old, how could a normal person live so old? ! ”

Yuxin and I looked at each other, and from Yuxin's eyes, I saw fear.

"Could it be that it's two Gao Qien?" Yuxin said.

I shook my head, and suddenly, I thought of the accountant Wang who died in the brick kiln factory, and the Yangshou that accountant Wang was borrowed... If these two Gao Qien are the same person, the reason why he can live so long is that his yang shou was borrowed from others? …

Thinking of this, I thought of the 'Fan Tongtian' again, if it was him who carved the picture under the clay pot and instructed the broken temple to be resurrected, could it be said that his purpose was not to release the ghost thing under the altar, but for other reasons? The reason is related to the method of borrowing longevity? …

"Yuxin, we have to find a way as soon as possible to find that person named Fan Tongtian."

"Hmm."

Yu Xin called the little village again, urging him to find it as soon as possible. Coming out of the Land Temple, we went to the ancient canal, went down to the river, and walked along the embankment to the stone steps of the ancient ferry ruins, but we didn't find the body last night, nor did we find the lonely rune that I shot away.

Back to the guest house, take a nap, noon, after leaving the room, Yuxin and I came to a small restaurant, ordered a few dishes casually, and prepared to go back to our city after eating and drinking.

Halfway through eating, Yuxin's mobile phone rang.

"Who called?" I asked.

Yu Xin frowned, "I don't know." "Turn on the hands-free and put the phone on the table.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Girl. ”

"May I ask who you are?"

"I, Ding Ziguo."

"Uncle Ding, is there something wrong?"

"Well, my brother called me and said he wanted to come and see me."

"Your brother?" Yu Xin frowned, "You mean, Uncle Ding Zimin, who sells newspapers?" ”

"yes, yes."

"How did he have your number?"

"I mean, I don't know..."