At two o'clock in the afternoon, the archaeological team of Haicheng University successfully climbed to the top of the mountain and saw the 'Shangong Temple'.

The archaeology in reality is not as thrilling as the imagination, nor is it the magnificent ancient palace that the students expected.

The temple is on a cement platform that covers an area of no more than 40 square meters.

Leaning against the stone wall, a shrine about two meters high and more than one meter deep was erected.

His idol is a muscular male with a python coiled around his left arm.

This statue should have been many years old, the wind and the sun have been exposed, and many places have peeled off the glaze, dilapidated, like a fallen landlord.

There are also a lot of incense ashes, fruit peels, etc., which have been worshipped, scattered on the cement pouring platform.

Driven by the emotion of 'coming and coming', some freshmen took out sandalwood and worshipped seriously.

There are also some people who have pre-existing beliefs and are inconvenient to visit, so they pretend to look around the scenery, or take out their mobile phones to take pictures, and so on.

Cheng An was also a little disappointed.

According to his observations, there were no special fluctuations on the statue, just ordinary sculptures.

Looking around, the freshmen were quite positive, and many girls took pictures in front of the statue one after another.

Cheng An smiled, thinking that if there was really a statue of a god contaminated with the power of the curse here, then the students who were taking pictures here today would probably experience a terrible encounter like a horror story when they went back.

There were also some people, including Yan Xiaoxi and Judy, who were quite bored and stood on the edge, looking at the mountains.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking at the scenery, there is a special taste.

The feeling of seeing the small mountains at a glance can make people feel an inexplicable sense of shock in their hearts, even if this mountain is placed in front of the real mountain, it is nothing at all.

Perhaps, this is why throughout the ages, there have always been so many mountaineering enthusiasts, one after another to conquer mountains and rivers.

After watching it for a while, Cheng An's eyes fell on Wacun below, slightly stunned, and gradually became weird.

"Cheng An, what are you busy with, aren't you going to pay a respect?"

At this time, Zhang Shusheng, a serious archaeologist who had done a good job of basic research and had taken samples of the surrounding soil, sand and gravel, plants, etc., walked over with a smile.

"Hehe, I read Spring and Autumn, I don't worship this." Cheng An nodded slightly.

Zhang Shusheng smiled and said: "I like to read history books, we need you to be a studious and motivated student in our industry." Reading history books does not conflict with idolatry in these places. ”

Cheng An knew that he couldn't catch the stalk, so he turned his head to look at Wa Village, and said, "Teacher, the feng shui of this village is good." ”

"Do you still know Feng Shui?"

"I understand a little."

Cheng An pointed in the direction of Wa Village: "Climb the mountain to see the water mouth, and enter the cave to see the Ming Hall." You see the tile village in front of a smooth road, although there are hills, but all are below the entrance of the village, this bright hall is open, vibrant, can have a bright future. ”

"Huh, huh? Then I will talk to the village chief, and he will definitely thank you for his good words. As an archaeologist, Zhang Shusheng has neither support nor opposition to Feng Shui.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, Cheng An changed his words: "Yes, especially this water dragon, passing through the mountains, meandering, sand and water converge, yin and yang blend, connecting Qiongyu on the top and the underworld below, it is really a good tomb!" ”

Zhang Shusheng's eyes sank slightly: "You mean, the feng shui pattern of this village is suitable for making tombs?" ”

Cheng An said with a somewhat gloomy face: "Where is the suitability?" Teacher, look at the two teaching buildings at the entrance of the village, do you want to have a tombstone in front of the grave? ”

These two apartment-style teaching buildings, with white walls and red roofs, are incompatible with the ancient houses behind them, and they were built later.

"Ahem, don't talk nonsense, now is the era of scientific civilization, and feudal superstition should be broken." Zhang Shusheng coughed and said.

Cheng An nodded: "The teacher is taught, but my suggestion is that let's go back early and don't stay in this place for too long." ”

Zhang Shusheng hesitated for a moment and nodded: "...... Well. ”

He didn't think there was anything, but Cheng An was so good, the more he looked at the layout of this tile village, the more it looked like a tomb.

The old man was an atheist, but the bite mad girl he had just met made people feel a pimple in their hearts.

Therefore, at this time, it is no wonder that Cheng An is talking nonsense.

At that moment, Zhang Shusheng took out his mobile phone and prepared to call the driver who sent them in the morning, so that they could arrange to come in and pick them up.

As a result, when I opened it, there was no signal.

"Which of you has a cell phone signal? Let me give you a call. Zhang Shusheng asked.

"Mine is out of signal."

"Mine doesn't have either."

"Teacher, this mountain is too remote, and there is still a signal at the entrance of the village."

"Will you call again?"

The students replied in a rambling manner.

"That's all it can be." Zhang Shusheng nodded.

As he spoke, a dazzling light passed through the clouds.

Then there was a 'crackle', a deafening loud sound, almost like it exploded right next to my ears.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

A few drops of bean-sized raindrops hit their heads first.

After a while, it poured down like a waterfall.

For a time, the clouds were thick and dark.

People have good and bad luck.

The sky is unpredictable.

A sudden heavy rainstorm came without warning.

"Run! Back to the village! ”

At this time, I don't know who shouted, so everyone staggered down the hill along the path from which they came.

The mountain is bare, there are not many coniferous trees, there is no place to hide from the rain, and if you don't run, you don't know when the rain will stop.

This is the time of physical fitness, everyone is a chicken in the soup in just a few seconds, and under the heavy rain, all beings are equal.

In the crowd, only Cheng An did not hesitate, did not hesitate to put his hand into his bag, took out a raincoat, he was about to put it on, and saw several figures in the rain.

After thinking for a while, Cheng An ran wildly, and suddenly caught up with many classmates in front of him from the side.

He crossed the class flower Fang Yingying and others, who were soaked in clothes and supported each other with good female classmates to keep them from falling;

crossed over Judy, a rich girl from a real estate group who was very embarrassed to go down the mountain even with the help of bodyguards;

also crossed over the cold chick Yan Xiaoxi, who was silently strolling in the rain despite being wet and soaking up her body with a soaking mess on her face.

He overtook them in turn, and then, under their vaguely expectant gazes, he grabbed Professor Zhang, who was hunched back and his gray hair stuck to his face.

"Teacher! Put on your raincoat and I'll carry you down the mountain! ”

Without waiting for the old professor to say anything, Cheng An bent down and pulled him to his back.

"Teacher, hurry up!"

As he spoke, Cheng An strode and ran fast in the rainstorm.

Although Zhang Shusheng was bumpy, it was stronger than being drenched directly in the rain, and some elderly people seemed to have tough bodies, but what they were most afraid of was the wind and rain.

In the distance, you can see the village at the foot of the mountain, one house after another, with lights shining through the windows.

They are weak and tenacious, and in this autumn rain, they are crumbling.

……

……

A quarter of an hour later.

The hall at the entrance of the village.

"This rain will not stop for a while."

Cheng An locked the window to keep the pouring rain out.

He turned back to Wu Junqi and said, "You roll out your name and see if anyone is left behind." ”

"Okay." Wu Junqi, as the class president of this freshman class, is also more responsible, and soon came back after the roll call, "Seniors, everyone is here, no one is left behind." ”

"That's good."

Cheng An looked out the window, frowning slightly.

The rain is so heavy that the mountain road must be impassable, and it seems that it is impossible to walk today.

He told Zhang Shusheng about this situation, and the old professor also thought it was true.

"Cheng An, it's thanks to you today, otherwise it's not certain whether my old bones can come down or not." Zhang Shusheng sat down and began to wring out his soaked shirt with other boys.

Cheng An smiled and said: "Teacher, it is the duty of students to respect teachers. ”

After the group rushed back to the village, they had already greeted Director Xu and stayed in the auditorium tonight.

The students all bring small portable tents, as long as there is a flat area, accommodation is not a problem.

But now everyone is drenched in soup, this is the problem, it is not handled well, and most of the people here will get sick and cold tomorrow.

Fortunately, there are not only old people in the village, there are still some people who can work.

Director Xu has asked people to help boil hot water for everyone to take a bath, just wait a little longer.

At this moment, everyone was standing in the auditorium hall soaking wet, the boys were a little embarrassed, and the girls were all red-faced.

No one was distracted when I ran, and when I stopped for a while, I found that under the soaked clothes, those uneven curves were vividly displayed and unobstructed.

It's an absolute fool not to look at it if you have benefits.

So Cheng An generously appreciated a 'wet temptation' and found a very interesting feature.

It seems that after the age of 20, there will be a big change in the physical development of girls.

For example, in the hall now, there are a few freshmen who are in good shape, such as Fang Yingying, the class flower they selected, who should be quite tall and upright.

But compared with Zhu Di and Yan Xiaoxi, there is a big difference.

The former is like a green apple, endearing; The latter, on the other hand, is a ripe peach, which makes people salivate and want to go up and take a bite immediately.

"At most, the age difference is three years, four years, the difference is really big."

Cheng An tasted it and found that according to his preference, it must be the latter type of temptation.

The embarrassing atmosphere didn't last long, and under the greeting of Director Xu and Accountant Yu Tong, they were divided into two groups, men and women, and went to take a bath in the big bathhouse in turn.

Of course, there is only one bathhouse in this village, and ladies are preferred.

While waiting, Zhang Shusheng also improvised and arranged the next process.

In the evening, everyone gathered here for dinner, and by the way, he could use the topic to play and tell the students about the matters that need to be paid attention to when archaeology in the field.

By the end of the evening, everyone had come to their senses, and they sat there chatting and playing with each other with relaxed expressions, waiting for dinner.

There was still lightning and thunder outside the window, and the torrential rain hit the window one after another, but it didn't have much impact on everyone.

Zhang Shusheng took a pen and brushed his notebook to make today's notes, and suddenly raised his head and said: "By the way, Cheng An, I thought of one thing, you just said the layout of this village, because the edge of this teaching building and the auditorium is like a tomb, so we are now in the coffin?" ”

“？”

Cheng An's face stiffened and he felt speechless.

Professor, do you think you're humorous?

He was about to say a few words casually, when suddenly there were voices behind him that were both male and female, crying, trembling.

"Tingting, what's wrong with you? Tingting? Don't stop talking! ”

"Teacher! Teacher, come and see! Huang Yuting seems to be sick, something is not quite right with her! ”