Chapter 187: The Mist (4)
Yuan Xing didn't push the door in, but stood outside and listened for a while, his brows gradually furrowed.
It has been nearly seven days since the accident, and the people in the formation do not know what the situation is, if it is simply impossible to get out, it is better to say, there is a water source inside, as long as the drinking water is guaranteed, people can still hold on. I'm afraid that if there's something weird going on inside or people losing consciousness, that's really dangerous.
But after listening for a long time, the people in the venue agreed to start the rescue operation first, but there were differences in the specific details.
Some people advocate that all the masters should go in together after they arrive, quickly cut through the mess and rescue people as soon as possible.
Some people also said that the situation inside was unclear, and all the high-end combat power should not be put into it, and it was safest to have a master as the leader and lead the soldiers to explore step by step.
Some people even proposed a large-scale operation, gathering 100,000 soldiers, and forcibly advancing.
However, the last proposal was rejected by most people, after all, this incident involves a strange side, and no one dares to guarantee what is going on inside, in case there is a space folding, it is useless to send more soldiers.
His ears were full of chaotic discussions, and Yuan Xing had no interest in getting involved for a while.
"Can you take the poor monk to the periphery of the stone pillar?" He said to Qi Hetong.
Qi Hetong didn't show the slightest surprise, and without thinking about it, he led the two of them to turn around and march in the direction of the dense fog.
It didn't take long to reach the brightest area of the camp. As Qi Hetong said, there is a heavily armed soldier guarding every few meters, ready and heavily guarded.
Unexpectedly, there are men and women, monks and laypeople observing the stone pillars here, and there are more than a dozen.
As soon as the three of them walked out of the cordon, several eyes came to them, but when their eyes passed by Yuan Xing and Qi Hetong, they only paused slightly, and then focused on Xiang Ling's body, but it didn't last long before they moved away.
Yuan Xing probably glanced at it, and there were only five people who had cultivated in their bodies. Two of them were at least sixth-order martial arts powerhouses, and the other three were surrounded by spiritual energy, so they should be supernatural beings, but he couldn't tell the level.
Among the eyes that came just now, there were these people.
Yuan Xing silently walked to the stone pillar and watched intently, but the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became. At the beginning, he could clearly see the black aura on the stone pillar, and he looked fierce and weird.
But at this moment, not to mention that the black qi was not visible at all, he even used his innate spiritual sense, but no matter how he looked at it, the stone pillars in front of him were just stones without spirit.
It's a pity that Tianyantong can't be used for the time being......
He sighed in his heart, and then looked at the dense fog, as described, so close at a distance, he couldn't even detect a single inch inside, the light of the strong light shone on the fog, in addition to making its appearance have some color changes, it was even half impenetrable, do you want to go in and take a look? I have divine powers, and if I really encounter any danger, I may not be able to get out.
"Weird, isn't it?" Just thinking to himself, a thin old man with glasses next to him glanced at him and asked with a smile, but then the old man was stunned, looked at Yuan Xing carefully, and asked in a surprised tone: "Are you ......?"
Yuan Xing turned his head when he heard the words, he was also stunned, in front of him was a famous folklorist in China, and he was an acquaintance, he participated in a cultural forum column with Qin's father back then, and the relationship was good.
"Old Zhuang is good." He respectfully saluted.
"Sure enough, it's you." The old man surnamed Zhuang looked at him with a complicated expression, sighed and sighed for a long time, and then cheered up, pointed to the ornaments on the stone pillars and explained to him: "These patterns are very unique, we can't find a similar reference to them at all, and preliminarily judge that they are the faith totems of an unknown ethnic minority." When these stone pillars and excavated cultural relics were published in the periodical, they caused a huge sensation in the historical circles, and everyone was optimistic that this would be a major discovery in the historical circles of Dayong. ”
Different from Yuan Xing's father's research direction, Zhuang Lao, as an expert in folklore, has obviously more dealings with strange events in all aspects, so he obviously knows more about many things.
He sighed again and continued: "But it is worth noting that Shonan has flourished since ancient times and has complete historical records, and although it is a remote mountainous area, there is no reason why there is no record of the people who have the ability to build such a grand monument. But it is these patterns that make experts across the country wonder how much hair they have boiled off, and they don't have a clue. ”
Yuan Xing also felt that his head was big when he heard this, and after thinking about it, he finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "Isn't there any clue in the local county chronicle?" ”
"Here's the fun." Zhuang Lao didn't answer, but the short and fat old woman who had been listening to their conversation next to her opened her mouth, and she nodded kindly to Yuanxing: "After this historic site was discovered, we searched through almost all the historical materials we could find, and even made a special trip to inquire about the rumors in the township, and even remembered the ghost stories in Xiangxi, but we didn't get any results." And the most exaggerated thing is that the highway built more than ten years ago almost brushed by a ruin, and the shape of the stone pillar is so obvious that no one has found it. It's like ......" she paused and sighed, "as if these things appeared out of thin air." ”
Yuanxing's eyelids jumped, appearing out of thin air? He had some guesses in his heart, but just as he was about to continue to ask again, Qi Hetong behind him suddenly covered his headset, and after a light "um", he raised his hand and said loudly to everyone: "Everyone, everyone has arrived, and the above has notified us to go to the conference room for a meeting." ”
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Everyone entered the conference room under the guidance of Qi Hetong, and at this moment, the previous noise and disputes in the field had long been gone, everyone was sitting in their seats, no one made a sound, and there was silence.
The front row was already full, and Yuan Xing and his party had to go around to the back, but when they passed a seat in the front row, Yuan Xing couldn't help but turn his head to look, his eyes couldn't help shrinking slightly, and he was facing an old Taoist priest.
The old Taoist priest couldn't see the specific age, his beard and hair were all white, but he didn't have much old age on his face, only the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes were more, and his eyes happened to be aimed at this time.
The monk's eyes were facing each other for only a moment, and Yuan Xing didn't want to be too dazzling, so he nodded politely, and continued to look for an empty seat.
And the old Taoist's eyes were always on the monk, seeing that he walked to the corner, he retracted his gaze, picked up the cigarette bag and pot, and immediately got up next to the young Taoist priest and took out a lighter to light it for him, but was refused, he pointed to the "no smoking" sign on the wall, glared at the little Taoist, and saw the other party retreating, only then he snorted lightly, and put the unlit cigarette stick in his mouth, like an ordinary old farmer in the countryside sitting on the kang, his legs folded on the chair, his waist collapsed, and the whole person instantly became shorter.
After Yuan Xing and Xiang Ling sat down side by side, they couldn't help but glance at the old Taoist priest who had no master's demeanor, on the surface, the other party was inconspicuous, and even a gray Taoist robe was wrinkled and looked extremely sloppy, but Yuan Xing saw that the boiling qi and blood proved that the other party was only half a step away from the congenital, which was the strongest person he had ever seen in the modern world.
"That is the True Dragon View Lord Changhua Zhenren." Xiang Ling naturally noticed his actions a long time ago, and hurriedly leaned over and whispered, "I didn't expect his old man to come too." ”
Yuan Xing nodded, the loss of contact with the head disciple was naturally a top priority for the True Dragon Temple, and it was reasonable for the master to come forward in person.