"In the past, it was because those things were too boring, but this time it's different, it's the "mountain god", and it's quite interesting to listen to. Qi Chuanjia smiled and lit a cigarette.

"Park on the side of the road."

"Huh?"

"It was too dangerous for the old man to cross the street alone, so I got out of the car and helped him." Qi Chuanjia pointed to a spirited old man in front of the car.

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"What, it's just one of us on the road, okay?"

Before Aneng's car stopped, Qi Chuanjia had already gotten out of the car and walked happily towards the old man.

When he pulled over and got out of the car, Qi Chuanjia had already chatted with the old man.

In less than five minutes, An Neng heard Qi Chuanjia ask the old man's name, age is seventy-three years old, and his family lives in the third row in the north of the village, and the second household in the east.

There are four people in the family, two sons, one in the Qucheng Agricultural Machinery Bureau, one in the Forestry Bureau, all of whom are married, a grandson, a granddaughter, and the old man is in good health, but he has been on fire recently......

An Neng stayed quietly and listened.

"The boss's ability to babble is really powerful!"

Chatting and chatting, the two of them talked about some strange things that happened in the mountain village, what "Wong Tai Sin", "Mountain God", the mountain wants to change the manor, and the result is that the sky is full of dark clouds, lightning and thunder......

This is almost like a strange story, who would have thought that a small mountain village would release so many "interesting" things in the recent period?

Qi Chuanjia listened to the "uh-huh," and nodded straight.

After he talked with the old man for ten minutes, the old man invited Qi Chuanjia to sit at home.

So much so that when An Neng and Qi Chuanjia left together, the old man was still a little reluctant.

An Neng felt that if the two of them continued to talk, this old man might even kowtow to Qi Chuanjia.

"What a talkative old man!" Qi Chuanjia exclaimed.

"Boss, you're the one who is good at talking, in less than ten minutes, you almost even asked what color underwear people are wearing today!"

"The one on the hill does have some doorways."

"Here's his stuff." An Neng handed the relevant information about Wang Qian found out from the database to Qi Chuanjia.

"A prestigious university, with good academic performance, well-mm, after graduation, I am committed to agricultural development and return to my hometown, mm-hmm."

"What, the rice fields in the middle of the mountain are committed to agricultural development, so as to return to their hometown?"

"What do you think, Ann?"

"It's hard to say, you have to meet to find out." An Neng replied seriously.

The two of them followed the main road through the mountain village, all the way to the south, along the winding mountain road, around a mountain, and the misty "Shenzhi Mountain" appeared in front of their eyes.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, the trees are lush, the mountain streams are flowing loudly, and the birds in the forest are singing happily, quiet and leisurely.

"Boss, the feng shui of this mountain is excellent." An Neng said after looking around.

Qi Chuanjia suddenly closed his eyes, and then opened them suddenly, and two flashes of divine light flashed in his eyes.

"Oh, that's amazing!" An exclamation.

"What's wrong, boss?"

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just that a tree over there grows very weird!"

"Here we go again."

"The aura on the mountain is very rich, and it has reached the standard of the Cave Heaven Blessed Land!" Qi Chuan Jia Road.

"Is it so powerful?"

"Let's go, let's go up the mountain, I guess more amazing things are yet to come."

In the mountains, in the hut, there is a piece of rice paper on the desk, Wang Qian is practicing calligraphy, and the paperweight is the "Five Thunder Seal".

Pick up the pen, the brush on the written word "fire", this is an ancient word, faintly like a beating flame, this is Wang Qian from the bronze learned the ancient word.

After the writing was finished, the paper near the handwriting began to change, first wrinkled, then yellow, charred black, and smoked, as if the word was about to burn.

Poof, the word burst into flames and burned, and after a while, the word was gone, and a hole was broken in the paper, leaving a piece of paper ash on the table, and the flame was still burning.

Wang Qian stretched out his hand and waved it lightly, and the beating fire was extinguished.

"If that's the case, the words are unusual."

Words are not only visual symbols, nor are they simply information carriers, they are summaries and perceptions.

The first ancient characters, hieroglyphs, are the ancients' summary and perception of all things in heaven and earth and some natural phenomena, and they are also inheritance, thousands of years of inheritance.

Over thousands of years, Chinese characters have been constantly changing, and words have become more and more exciting, and they have formed articles, biographies, poems, and formed one peak after another in culture, and then simplified from complex.

From ancient times, only a few people could read and write to now everyone is literate, the times are progressing, but there are also many precious things that have been lost in the long river of history, such as those ancient characters.

Wang Gan raised his pen and wrote another word, which was still the word "fire", and after that word fell, the paper quickly burned again, and this word turned into a fire.

Outside the hut, Qi Chuanjia and An Neng had already reached the halfway point of the mountain.

In the process of going up the mountain, Aneng looked at the detection instrument in his hand from time to time, and the numbers on it were constantly changing.

17.7

21.4

30.6

"Boss, it's over thirty, and it can be listed as a treasure land for practicing feng shui, and the value is still rising."

By the time they reached the halfway point of the mountain, only two hundred meters away from the "Spirit Gathering Array", this value had already reached 40.5.

They followed the mountain road up the eastern mountain, standing on the top of the mountain and looking around.

"Well, that's the "Ganoderma lucidum stone", let's go Xiao An, let's go over and take a look. ”

Qi Chuanjia came to the huge strange stone with great interest. Circled around the big rock twice, reached out and patted it, and then climbed up again.

"It really looks like a giant Ganoderma lucidum!"

Standing on this strange stone and looking behind the mountain, there is a continuous, boundless Qinchuan Mountain Range.

"What a place!" Qi Chuanjia said with emotion.

"That mountain god should live in that location, shall we go and visit? Qi Chuanjia looked at Wang Qian.

The two of them walked towards the bottom of the mountain, through the woods, and not far from the formation they came, when suddenly the two of them stopped.

A cloud of black gas appeared on the tree not far ahead, and there were two points of green light in the black air.

"Goblins?"

"It's Wong Tai Sin!" Qi Chuanjia looked at it and said with a smile.

"Hi, how are you?" He reached out and waved his hand at the weasel hiding in the tree and said hello.

In the middle of the formation, inside the hut, Wang Qian heard the sound outside, and he had sensed them since the two people went up the mountain.

"Two more, it seems to be two monks."

"Xiao An, do you think there is anything strange about it?" Qi Chuanjia said suddenly.

"What's weird, what's weird?"

"I always feel that there are a pair of eyes that have been hiding in the dark and observing us."

"Didn't you find anyone?" An Neng looked around.

The two of them walked forward for some distance and saw the woods that formed the "psychedelic array".

The trees that had been quiet suddenly shook, and lively hands danced hand in hand, walking towards the two of them, surrounding them in the middle, rushing into their eyes and stuffing into their minds.

"Circle!" An Neng closed his eyes as soon as he noticed that something was wrong.

Qi Chuanjia still stared at the trees, watched, and then his eyes began to redden, and after closing his eyes, he felt that his eyes were burning and painful, as if they had been burned by flames.

"What a magic circle!"

After coming over for a while, Qi Chuan opened his eyes, and his eyes were still a little uncomfortable.

"Xiao An, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's you, the captain, your eyes are red and scary."