The mountain walker and the mountain walker are two roads, the mountain walker and the treasure walker are both lone rangers, while the mountain walker is usually a family of a few people, specializing in picking ginseng for a living. A family of several people, the head of the house is called the head, and the traditional mountain people have to worship the mountain god and pray for blessings before entering the mountain to collect ginseng.

After entering the forest area, you should pay great attention to your words and deeds, because there are a lot of words on the head, such as a wooden stick per person to be called a treasure stick, which is usually a talisman cane.

At critical times, use wooden sticks to beat the tree, and use the loud sound made by hitting the tree to determine the distance between companions; When encountering a snake, you can't call it a snake, you must call it a money string, and you are not allowed to hurt it casually; Each person also has to prepare a set of mallet locks, mallet needles, mallet locks are to use a red velvet thread to bolt two ancient copper coins, after finding ginseng, pinch the ginseng seedling leaves with one hand, let go of the throat and shout mountain: "mallet ......", "what goods......" "four leaves ......"

There are questions and answers, and everyone who hears them must sing and harmonize together,

It's called the Shouting Mountain. Dong Ye said that ginseng is spiritual, so before digging it, the whole family should kneel down and worship it and pray for it to give it a high-quality ginseng.

This is just some of the well-known methods of ginseng craftsmen, and I am afraid that even Wushuang and Ma Ya cannot come out of more secret techniques in the industry.

Before the white-bearded old man left, Wushuang tied a red rope behind him, not to prevent him from running away, but to recognize it when he saw his true body again. You can't catch up with these mountain spiritual creatures that have a path, you must find the spiritual land where it grows, and wait for it to come back by itself.

Ginseng, a treasure of heaven and earth, usually grows in the alleys of the mountains, and it is a place that ordinary people don't care about or can't find. They like yin by nature, do not like sunlight, like this thousand-year-old ginseng king is estimated to grow in the most abundant mountain col in the Xing'an Mountains.

Out of the Black Dragon Tun along the mountain road and then walk to the Black Dragon Mountain, the mountain road in the Black Dragon Mountain is rugged, the white hair and yellow skin are impatient to jump left and right on the ground, as if they have smelled the smell left by the old mountain ginseng essence.

"Big brother, can you slow down? You are four-legged, and we both have two legs, can we compare with you?" Wushuang and Ma Ya ran behind and panted.

No wonder the white-haired and yellow-skinned man was in a hurry, it turned out that the old man didn't go far, and when he looked up, a white shadow was walking in the moonlight halfway up the Black Dragon Mountain.

"Brother, he's there!" called Ma Ya.

"Don't shout, mountain walkers taboo these, don't worry, he won't be able to run tonight!"

Musou quickened his pace.

But no matter how much the two of them ran, looking at the winding mountain road above, the white shadow walked unhurriedly, but they always kept a distance from the white shadow and couldn't get close. Wushuang and Ma Ya are not those ordinary gentlemen who only eat and drink all day long, they are all descendants of thieves, although whether it is walking the mountain or holding treasures, it is not the foot kung fu, but no matter which branch under the thief door, most of these children will learn light skills since they were young, let alone chasing an old man, even if it is a marathon, it is not a problem. But right now, the wind under the old man's feet is like stepping on Hot Wheels, so that Wushuang and Ma Ya have not been able to get close, and they are very distressed.

"Damn!" the angry Wushuang said rudely.

"Brother, don't worry, the top of the Black Dragon Mountain is the Black Dragon Temple, and there is no way down the mountain behind!"

"Black Dragon Temple? Is there really a Black Dragon Temple? I heard that the Black Dragon Temple enshrines Shuerhaqi's Dharma Body. Wushuang asked.

(Shuerhaqi, the younger brother of the Qing Taizu Nurhachi, assisted his brother to unify the Liaodong Jurchen and founded the Later Jin.) According to folk rumors, Shuerhaqi is the reincarnation of the black dragon of the Xing'an Mountains, and Nurhachi is the reincarnation of a small white dragon in the Tianchi of Changbai Mountain. ）

"I don't know, but I heard my grandfather say this, strange, what is this old ginseng doing in the middle of the night going to the Black Dragon Temple?"

Since there is only this one way down the mountain, the old ginseng can't run anymore. The two walked and rested and continued to catch up. This is not a scenic spot, and there are some stone steps and mountain roads for tourists to play. Speaking of mountain roads, in fact, it is just a steep path with slightly fewer barren grass and trees, and people occasionally pass by and step on. Heilong Mountain is not high, but it also has an altitude of five or six hundred meters, the mountain is steep and almost 60 degrees, and the difficulty of climbing can be imagined.

Wushuang wondered in his heart, why did the Manchurians build the Black Dragon Temple here back then? This mountain is so steep and difficult to climb, and few pilgrims will come to worship in the future. I'm afraid that this small temple has other uses.

"Whew...... Call...... I can't do it, brother, I really can't do it!" Ma Ya is a girl, no matter how good a girl's body is, she is definitely not as good as a boy, even if she was Ma Sihai before, it is impossible to run wildly on the steep mountain for so long. Ma Ya collapsed limply on the barren grass, panting.

"Drink saliva first, we have time to play with that old miscellaneous hair tonight!" Wushuang twisted the lid of the kettle and handed it to Ma Ya.

The night is thick, and the phantom of the forest and sea in the mountains is heavy, which is not strange for Ma Ya, who lives in Xing'an Mountains all year round.

"Why is the fog so thick? It was okay just now?" Wushuang stood up and looked around, and in the blink of an eye, the fog had swallowed the Black Dragon Mountain, and the visibility was no more than ten meters.

Wushuang grabbed it with the tail of the white-haired yellow fairy, flicked his brain and asked, "Little thing, are you making trouble?"

I remember the first time I encountered this little elf, it was it that used a blindfold to guide Wushuang and Lu Haotian to the barren mountains and mountains to save its baby.

The little guy was lifted upside down by Wushuang with his eyebrows, his nose sniffed left and right, and his eyes looked very innocent in a daze.

"Brother, this is a miasma! Hurry up!" Ma Ya didn't care about being tired, and dragged Wushuang down the mountain.

"No, we have to find a way to get that old man back tonight, ...... your grandfather?"

"Brother, there will be no miasma in the mountains, it's already autumn, not spring and summer, there must be something nearby doing something. There are a lot of evil things in the ridge, and we were lucky not to encounter them last time. If you really encounter a man and a bear, let alone picking ginseng, even our lives will have to be explained!"

The Wushuang general was skeptical, thinking to himself what's so great about bears, isn't it the same thing to go to the zoo when I was a child to see those blind bears? Now you carry a torch, and I carry a Mosin Nagant gun, even if the skin of the bear is thick, it will not be allowed to see Hades with a single shot?

The dense fog quickly engulfed the Black Dragon Mountain, and the visibility was still decreasing, if it weren't for Wushuang holding Ma Ya's little hand all the time, the two of them could barely see each other's faces when they stood face to face.

Heilongtun was at the foot of Heilong Mountain, and the fog soon spread to the small village. The hunters in the village know the taboos, and every house is closed. The fog in the mountains has its own unique smell, the difference between the fog and the miasma is in the smell, the fog is damp and fresh, and the miasma is the spirit of the mountain, and the dense fog will faintly carry the smell of its body.