The White Deer King is the belief of the Evenki people, this white deer is very precious and rare, Gu Lao Patriarch recalled, as early as his grandfather's grandfather had the White Deer King when he was a child. The white deer is the king of the deer, and the Evenki people believe that the white deer will bring a stable life to the people, and will bless them with abundant rain and rich soil in the Xing'an Mountains, and bless them from diseases and wars. It is a blessed star given by heaven to the Evenks.

The old patriarch paused for a few words, then gasped weakly and asked his son Dural to apologize again on his behalf. A few years ago, there was a plague in the village, and if it weren't for the elixir sent by Ma Sihai, there might not be any living people in the village now. So he is 10,000 descendants who believe that Ma Sihai will never do such a thing.

The white-haired and yellow-skinned man stood on Wushuang's shoulders and tilted his little head to stare at the old patriarch, as if there were flowers on his face, of course, he was a brute, and no one would pick on him.

"Old patriarch, speaking of which, we can't completely blame Brother Dural for this, we trespassed on your village first, and we have no choice but to do it, so forgive me. However, I see you ...... This is...... It's best to go to the county hospital tomorrow. Wushuang took a sip of tea and said politely.

"Hey, the doctor didn't say anything, and all the tests that should have been done have been done. No, if it weren't for this incident, I would have planned to go to Heilongtun early tomorrow morning to invite your grandfather to come. Dural said with a sigh.

Wushuang walked over, sat on the edge of the kang and took the old patriarch's hand, on the one hand, he expressed his cordiality, on the other hand, he didn't see that he hadn't learned the skill of stealing his life from the tricksters of a thousand machines in the past few days, but he had a much more transparent understanding of the golden point's face, and a person's physiognomy could also simply deduce where the root of this person's illness was.

The old patriarch's hand was very cold, and Bing Wushuang quickly let go of his hand, which was as cold as holding a dead man's hand just now.

"Child, did I scare you?" the old patriarch smiled wryly, smiling kindly and helplessly, it is conceivable how helpless this sturdy man must have been a good hunter when he was healthy, but now he could only lie on the kang and wait for the call of death.

The old patriarch had no expression in his eyes, his eyelids drooped, and there were a few pale yellow hairs growing in the stubble at the corners of his mouth for some reason, and the hair was very soft, obviously not an ordinary man's beard.

"Offended. Wushuang stretched out his hand and gently rubbed it twice under the old patriarch's ear. He found that the old patriarch's ears were very hard, and the hardness here was not the stubborn temper of the folk saying, but the skin and flesh under the ears seemed to have some kind of disease and became stiff.

"Brother Dural, is it so cold in your village?" Ma Ya asked, she and Wushuang rushed to the mountain road all night, the climate in the mountains was humid and cold, and they wanted to be warm and warm when they entered the house, but they didn't expect that the temperature in the old patriarch's room seemed to be lower than that in the mountains, and they still spit out a breath of air when they spoke.

"I've burned the pit, and my father cries out for cold every day, so why don't you say it's evil?" said Dural with a sad face at his father's illness.

Wushuang touched the kang, and sure enough, the kang was burned hot. But this room is more than 30 square meters of space, and now they live in a brick house, the seal should be not bad, how can it be so cold? Could this chill come from the old patriarch?

Wushuang was a little restrained when he first entered the house, he didn't pay much attention to the furnishings in the house, and when he sat on the edge of the kang, his eyes fell on the big quilt covered by the old patriarch. He found that in addition to a thick quilt on his body, the old patriarch also had a wooden board under him, which was not big, almost exactly one meter and nine meters long, and just wide enough to accommodate the old man's body.

This wooden board is a large black one, descended from the thief, and there is some research on antiques or artifacts in the tomb. At a glance, you can see that this plank must be a perennial buried in the ground, absorbing enough moisture and earthly air to dye the color. He flicked it with his fingers, and the wood was hard and made a crisp sound, it should be a good gloomy wood.

Wushuang's vision is unique, he has never seen anything strange since he was a child in the Dong family's dean? But compared to Ma Ya, he is still slightly inferior, Ma Ya is the granddaughter of Bao Ke, and Bao Ke is not just an old beast and precious herbs that have been looking for a hundred years in the mountains. What is the treasure of heaven and earth? Everything contained in the qiē under the sky is counted, and even the big water tank that has been placed in the backyard of someone's house for hundreds of years is considered a treasure.

You may be asking, what kind of treasure is a broken water tank, and it depends on who is using it and how it is used. Put it in the homes of ordinary people, and it is filled with water. But there is another reason that you don't know, the older the water tank, the more yin qi is sufficient, because what? The water tank is the water tank, what is the water? How to use this century-old water tank?

Southerners like to raise koi fish, and it is said that they gather wealth, and they do not gather wealth here. But if you put the good old koi fish in this kind of water tank to raise, it is called a cornucopia, water is not only the yin vein, there is also a saying, in feng shui, water is wealth, koi symbolizes the gas of gold and silver, gold and silver in the cornucopia, can ensure a hundred years of prosperity and wealth.

Although the topic is a bit far, what we want to talk about is the craft of holding treasures, and he can see through all the treasures hidden in the world. Whatever treasure falls into the hands of the treasurer, he can use it for the best of his ability.

Ma Ya was stunned when she saw the gloomy wooden board under the old man. He hurriedly asked, "Brother Dural, where did you get this board, and why did you put it under the old patriarch?"

"Girl, what's wrong? This is what my father dug up last month when he was digging in the ridge, he ...... He ......" Dural hesitated for a moment, and then leaned into Ma Ya's ear and said: "We Evenks look down on life and death, so the old people are used to preparing longevity materials for themselves before they die, and my father said that this is a good gloomy wood, and I want to use it to make coffin boards." ”

Ma Ya frowned, walked to the edge of the kang and patted the plank. "No matter how much you like it, you can't sleep on it, this is for the dead!"

"Girl, I've heard that gloomy wood has the effect of concentrating, and its effect is no worse than that of agarwood, so ...... What's wrong?" the old patriarch believed Ma Ya's words very much, after all, this girl was Ma Sihai's granddaughter, and she could distinguish the treasures of the world with a pair of discerning eyes.

Ma Ya asked, "Old patriarch, have you had any strange dreams these nights?" She talked to the old patriarch and helped the old patriarch up, saying nothing to let him sleep on this gloomy wooden plank.

"The girl really deserves to be the descendant of Ma Sihai, you can see it at a glance? The patriarch opened the conversation.