82_82884 "Professor, where did you take this photo?" asked Mushuang.

"As far as I know, this photo was taken in Siping a hundred years ago, and this house should have been purchased in Siping when Zhang Dashuai was young. ”

"You mean Zhang Zuolin?"

Professor Bayara said he bought the photo at a high price from a 90-year-old veteran who used to be a subordinate of Mr. Zhang, when he traveled to Taiwan. According to his recollection, Zhang Dashuai rushed to the Siping Mansion from Liaoxi that day, in order to meet the two distinguished guests. Sha Wentian and Wu Gongyao were the guests of honor he wanted to entertain.

This time, they negotiated a joint attack on a Russian garrison on the outskirts of Shenyang, and robbed them of three heavy tanks and more than 20 artillery pieces.

"What is the significance of showing me this photo? Is it to sue me that my grandfather and Sha Wentian have known each other for a long time? And Zhang Zuolin has become a comrade-in-arms in the fight against Russia?"

"Yes, doesn't the master want to know about his relationship with your burglars? This photo is the best witness. Professor Bayara said.

"But later, Sha Wentian slaughtered the Han people in Changchun, and the people complained, didn't my grandfather want to get rid of him?"

"I guess so, but the biggest enemy at that time was the Russians, not him. Your grandfather and him may have already reached some secret agreement, and they must not interfere with each other. None of us can say these things. "At that time, Professor Bayala had not yet been born.

"Professor, isn't all this nonsense? ”

"Huh...... You're still a kid after all, and you can't hold your breath. Let's take a look at this document, which is a certificate presented by the Far Eastern Frontier Office of Tsarist Russia in the early twentieth century. He pulled out another piece of Russian material from a drawer, which was almost crumbling.

Wushuang stammered, he didn't recognize Russian.

Professor Bayara acted as an interpreter for him, saying that this certificate was issued by the Tsarist government to the immigration agency at that time, and the proof was Sha Wentian's identity. The material also clearly mentions Bai Yanhu, Sha Wentian is Bai Yanhu's cousin, who entered the Great Qing Kingdom as a missionary of Tsarist Russia. The port of entry is Manchuria.

"What I'm most concerned about now is whether Bai Yanhu is dead or not. ”

"I can't answer this question, because I don't have any written material here to show whether Bai Yanhu died in Tsarist Russia or not. Professor Bayara said.

Bayara has a collection of old photographs that testify to the construction of Changchun in the early days, including many of the Muslim buildings that were built in Changchun by the Cardinals.

One of the pictures was very bloody, it was an altar with many shirtless men tied to the altar, they were covered in blood, and a steel drill had been nailed to their chests, and they were wailing in pain, and blood was spurting from their chests. A bearded Muslim stood on the altar and smiled with satisfaction.

The altar was made of cement, leaving a waterway on the top, which eventually converged in the middle of the altar and then went deep into the ground through a hollow. The blood of all the men who were sacrificed flowed into the depths of the earth.

"This is the Living Sacrifice Ritual of the Cardinal God Cult?" Wushuang asked.

"I don't know this, this photo was accidentally seen when our Hui village was demolished before, so I took it back. Professor Bayara said.

"Tong Sixi said that there is a red-clothed altar in our Changchun area that Shawentian executed the Han people back then, and I think the image on this photo of the professor is very consistent with the characteristics of the red-clothed altar. ”

The old man Bayara said: "Well, according to legend, there is a place called the Red Cloth Altar, and Sha Wentian's massacre of Han people was carried out on that altar. ”

"Professor, I went to Qingdingzi Mountain in Yitong County with Tong Sixi this morning, and found a waterhole covered with white bones. Do you think it's going to be a red-clothed altar?"

"Wushuang, there is one thing you have to remember, don't delve too deep into this matter, I think there must be a reason why your grandfather didn't make enemies of Sha Wentian back then, according to the information left at the time, your grandfather's status in the rivers and lakes will not be lower than Zhang Zuolin, and even he doesn't want to provoke Sha Wentian, then you ......" Professor Bayara was embarrassed to continue, the implication is, how can you be unequal? You are just a yellow-haired boy, don't be unhappy, people ask the sky whether you are resurrected or not, and it doesn't matter if you steal the door.

"Lao Bai, what's the matter with you? I came to you when you were a good friend, why did you persuade me like that? According to your meaning, this Sha Wen innocent resurrection, once I do anything hurtful and unreasonable, I have to turn a blind eye? I have stolen tens of thousands of subordinates, and I have to submit to him? Or are we going to be expelled from Changchun again and return to the extremely cold Great Xing'an Mountains?"

"Your grandfather and I were old friends when he was alive, I don't want you to be in any danger, Gemini, listen to our persuasion, Tong Sixi is willing to toss, let him toss, don't get involved. That Cardinal God Sect is not as simple as you think, and the secret behind him may be able to subvert Yin Yang and Heaven and Earth!"

"You're hiding something from me, aren't ......you? What the hell is going on with you old things?" Wushuang's attitude and tone were a little bad. He felt that his feathers were plump enough now, and almost all of the many hardships he had come through by himself. Why is it that when it comes to the matter of the Cardinal God Cult, everyone has always spoken?

"It's not too early, let's go back. Professor Bayara sighed and sent the guests off.

It's already eight o'clock in the evening when I return home, and the Dong family's compound is still brightly lit, and everyone has a habit that as long as Wushuang doesn't come back, all the lanterns in the yard will be lit up for him.

I don't know where the sun came out today, it's so late, and the two old ladies in the family haven't slept, Ma Fuxiang, Liu Mazi, Ma Erye, and the three brothers of the Fang family...... None of them slept, everyone sat in the courtyard and chatted.

"Yo...... Guys, what's this special day?What's the matter??," said Wushuang with a hippie smile.

"Huh...... Master, the sky has changed a little recently, the old lady said, you are weak, don't catch a cold again, hehe...... Hehe......" Ma Fuxiang looked at Wushuang with a wicked smile on his face.

"It's not...... Which one are you going to sing this?" Wushuang was stunned, and saw a group of people surrounding him, this shape is not right.

Ma Fuxiang walked over with a smile, stretched out his big hands like iron tongs and pressed Wushuang, even if he shouted and broke his throat, no one under his command paid attention to him