I said to myself, Master, how could they come here? … I didn't care about saying goodbye to this bachelor, so I hurried out. When I came to the village road, I saw that the master and the others were standing in the east, and Xiang Feng and Old Man Yang were also there. When the villagers heard Uncle Yang's shout, many people looked out from their homes.

"Master, why are you here?" Running to me, I asked.

"I was about to ask, too." Uncle Yang patted the bag in his hand, "The man sent us the bag, I ran over to call you, I just happened to meet your master and them, Xiao Zhang, why are you here?" ”

"I inquired about something with Old Man Yang in the village where I stayed last night, so I called this Uncle Cui to inform Master and came over together." Xiang Feng said, "I originally called Ah Leng to inform you, but the phone couldn't get through..."

"My phone is broken." I said, "What did you find out?" ”

Master looked at the villagers who were looking around and said, "This is not the place to talk, let's go, let's find a quiet place to shelter from the rain." ”

"I know a good place..."

I took Master and them to the dilapidated house where Uncle Yang and I sheltered from the rain and the fire before.

As soon as I entered the house, I couldn't wait to ask, "Ah Feng, what did you find out?" ”

"About the Ancient Tea Horse Road...," Xiang Feng said.

"Ancient Tea Horse Road?"

"Hmm..."

Xiang Feng said that after separating from us yesterday, he and Mr. Yang went to the village in the east and, like us, stayed at a villager's house. In the evening, they chatted a lot with the villagers, although they didn't ask about the clues about Ran Min, but Mr. Yang was particularly interested in the folk culture of the Sichuan and Shu regions, and he was still chatting about it.

The Ancient Tea Horse Road, which is a commercial passage connecting Sichuan and Tibet in ancient times, winds between the mountains and mountains, and batches of horse gangs, porters, carrying tea, silk, yams, furs... and other materials, which have been going back and forth between Sichuan and Tibet for many years, promoting cultural communication and economic development, with a history of thousands of years. The so-called Ancient Tea Horse Road is not a single road, it is composed of many main roads and countless branch roads, a very complex traffic road network. With the opening of the Sichuan-Tibet Highway, most of those ancient roads, except for those roads that only connect villages and towns, have been abandoned, some have become tourist attractions, and some have become historical relics...

However, in the long history before the construction of the Sichuan-Tibet Highway, some ancient roads have long been abandoned due to natural factors such as landslides, mudslides, etc... Hearing this, Old Man Yang asked the villager curiously if he knew what the roads that were abandoned in ancient times and where they were. As a result, his villager thought for a while and said that he had heard from the older generation that in the early Ming Dynasty, there was a road that was blocked by a landslide and could no longer be passed, so it was abandoned...

Listening to what the man said, Mr. Yang and Xiang Feng both thought of it, when I went to the 'ghost realm', the old man of the dead ghost told that the old man's grandfather Yang Xiansheng was a Jinshi during the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty (early Ming Dynasty), that Yang Xiansheng ran to the Qionglai Mountains in western Sichuan to play, and encountered a landslide on the way back... It was raining heavily at that time, and Yang Xiansheng and his servants should not have climbed the mountains and crossed the mountains, but the landslides encountered when walking the road between the mountains... After analysis, both of them felt that the road that the villager said might be the one that Yang Xiansheng took back then. Asking the villager about the general location of the road, before dawn, Xiang Feng called the master and told the two of them...

"Then what are you doing in this village?" I asked.

"Go to the Ancient Tea Horse Road and pass through this village." Xiang Feng said.

"Oh oh...," I tapped my finger on the head, "I'm so stupid, this should be something I can think of..."

"Master said, we are not here to travel and play, since we have clues, we will hurry up and pursue them, and if we don't go back to the town to call Yuxin and Morning Star, I can't contact you by phone, so I won't look for you, I didn't expect that we actually met here, why did you come here?"

I told everyone about our experience, and the eyes of Old Man Yang and Old Man Cui were straight.

"And such a thing?" Old Man Yang asked.

"Well, the house I came out of just now, the bachelor said that after the body of the little Red Army soldier was burned, a Red Army cadre came to their village and asked him to build a temple on the hill on the other side of the river, Master, should we go over that temple to have a look?" I said.

"It's fine." Master said, "Take a look along the way, and then go to the Ancient Tea Horse Road..."

When I came to the river, I saw that the water was very clear during the day, and the pebbles at the bottom of the river were clearly recognizable, and I really didn't know what the white thing in the river was last night...

After walking a little downstream along the river bank, crossing a stone bridge, we came to the other side of the river, and in a short time, we reached the bottom of the temple mountain, and went up the steps, and we came to the temple... It is a Buddhist temple with a Buddha statue enshrined in it, facing the river below...

"This temple is built here, for a Buddha, it is the town of this river..."Xiang Feng said.

"Is that so?" I said.

"Hmm." Xiang Feng said, "You should know about the Leshan Giant Buddha, right?" ”

"Of course... Do you mean that the Buddha in this temple is of the same nature as the Giant Buddha of Nale Mountain, and it is also used to control water? ”

Xiang Feng nodded.

I looked at the river below, "In such a small river, is there still a water monster making trouble, and there is a Buddha in this town?" The one I encountered last night was a water monster? ”

Master looked at his watch and said, "What is it, when the time comes, we will come back and investigate, let's go, go to the Ancient Tea Horse Road..."

Braving the rain, we walked west from the village, along a muddy mountain path, for nearly two hours, to a stone road.

"This should be the Ancient Tea Horse Road." Xiang Feng pointed to the road, "Look..."

I looked over and saw that there were deep and shallow pits on the road, stretching out.

"Why are there so many pits?" I wondered.

"It's a kidnapping den." Xiang Feng said, "In ancient times, the porters, in order to reduce the pressure of heavy objects on the back, were on crutches to move forward, as soon as they walked, they had to walk hundreds of thousands of miles, in order to prevent the wear and tear of the head, so, will wrap a piece of iron sheet and something like the head, countless people have been walking like this for many years, and over time, so many potholes have been formed on the road..."

I secretly admired the perseverance and hardship of the ancients, and actually made so many pits on the stone road...

After walking along this stone road for more than an hour, we came to a mountain beam several stories high, and a tunnel about seven or eight meters long passed through the beam. This tunnel was dug by the ancients, the top of the cave is three meters high from the ground, and the bricks on the wall of the cave are a little blackened, which seems to tell us the vicissitudes of time. After passing the tunnel, the road winds down, and after walking two or three miles, we come to an ancient village.

Xiang Feng looked around and said, "What the man said should be this village, out of this village, walk about two or three miles, and you will reach the intersection of that road..."

After walking for so long, I followed Xiang Feng, Master, the three of us are fine, Uncle Yang, Old Man Yang, and that old man Cui, all three of them are tired and hunchbacked, and they can't walk anymore. It was already noon, and Master decided to take a break in the village, eat something, and then leave.

The rain went on endlessly, and I don't know when it was a head. In front of this rainy village, if it weren't for the fashionably dressed tourists walking around with umbrellas, it really makes people wonder if they have traveled to ancient times, most of the houses are in the Ming and Qing dynasties, with stone walls and black tiles, and vines and plants growing on the walls. On both sides of the old street, the signboards of the teahouses are pitch black. Under the eaves of the street, many women wearing Tibetan costumes with black and red faces sell snacks such as glutinous rice cakes and various gadgets with Tibetan characteristics to tourists...

After having lunch at a teahouse and resting for a while, we cheered up and continued on our way, finally coming to the intersection that Xiang Feng had said.

After turning the corner from that junction, I didn't walk long and came to another village. Fortunately, I asked the villagers about it, otherwise, if I followed the road out of the village, I would have gone wrong. When we asked the 'Ancient Tea Horse Road', the villagers in this village began to wonder what it was, just like the villagers who lived by the ancient canal did not know that it was the ancient Beijing-Hangzhou Canal... Later, the villager realized that what we were referring to should be the 'old road' outside their village... Led by a villager, we came to the 'old road', and several people looked at each other...

The road in front of me, because no one has walked for many years, can hardly distinguish the road, only close, set aside the grass, you can see the uneven, cracked paving stones, look into the distance, either trees or grass, and further away, is the vast mountain shrouded in clouds and mist...

After thanking the villager who brought us, we set out on this path. After walking less than half a mile, I couldn't tell the path at all. However, this does not bother us. Master, me, Xiang Feng, the three of us are all sorcerers, even if this road is buried deep underground, we can still find it. However, in this way, every time you walk, you have to use a compass to probe, and the speed of travel is slow and slow. After walking for most of the afternoon, I walked less than ten miles. There are no people in sight of the four nearers, but the scenery in the rain is quite beautiful, full of original mountain rocks and trees, some of which are like paintings. The scenery of western Sichuan is much more beautiful than Taihang Mountain, but due to the lack of convenient transportation and various other reasons, compared with the famous mountains and rivers, the popularity in the country is not very high. If Yuxin and Morning Star were there, they would definitely have to take a lot of photos...

Uncle Yang and the three of them, panting like old cows, supported each other, gritted their teeth and followed behind. It was almost five o'clock when the road suddenly appeared! Close to the mountain wall in front, covered with grass, like a layer of green blanket, the road is a deep cliff...

"Look there!" Xiang Feng pointed to the distance ahead and said.