Chapter 510: Wash your hands in the golden basin
This idea is not bad, but these bandits never expected that this was the government's trick to lure the enemy, and when they arrived here, it was equivalent to entering the ghost gate and going to the Hongmen banquet!
On the same day, the bandits gathered, and the bandits held up incense and worshiped the second official.
Before the bandits could complete their disarming, the officers and soldiers in ambush on the nearby hills had already opened fire in advance, these bandits were caught off guard, the dead were scattered, and they were all scattered into the Yungu plank road as birds and beasts, and the remaining old bandits who had not surrendered their guns knew that they had reached the end of the road, and they were entrenched in the Wusheng Post and had a shootout with the officers and soldiers for a few days, and finally all of them were destroyed.
These bullet holes are the traces of gunfights left by the fierce fighting of those bandits and officers and soldiers.
I heard that in the past few days after the completion of the suppression of bandits, the corpses were all over the field near the hillside, the heads were piled up, the livers were smeared on the ground, even the water in the river valley was bright red, and there were not many wild wolves on the shore who ate the carrion corpses, and some of the bandits' family members were afraid that the government would find trouble, so they didn't even dare to collect the corpses for them, so they had to let them rot in the mountains and be lonely ghosts.
After half a year of winter, the rancid smell in Shanwan Bay completely dissipated, and even then, countless skeletons were left behind.
It is precisely because of this incident that more than a dozen ancient cities near Han County have lied that there are relatives missing in the family, and the discerning person will know what is going on as soon as he hears it.
After talking about the past, Song Siyuan looked at these dilapidated tiled houses again, and only felt that there were countless wandering souls nearby.
"After all, this place is not a lucky place!"
Sun Daqiao picked up the compass, looked back at the sea of clouds in the distance, the cloud valley plank road crossed the bridge through the cave, shaped like a sword through the distance, thousands of caves and ghosts arranged the peaks, just because the clouds and mist between the peaks are too thick, most of them can't see really, if you add the virtual shadow in the fog, it will make people's scalp numb, and unconsciously shiver.
He shook his head and explained: "The Tibetan wind is auspicious, you see the clouds and mist above the cave, which flows faster than other peaks, this is a typical evil mountain and bad water, the cave should indeed be the same as Brother Tang said, it is connected to some places, this is like passing through the alley, once there is a wind, it must be whistling, and the air flow disturbs the clouds and mist, rippling like the surface of the river." ”
"Brother Tang, these clouds and mist are so deep, we sacrificed six animals, and we can't see the direction clearly, how can we determine the entrance to the cave?"
Yue Qingshan didn't listen to these people's nonsense, and directly asked the question he was most concerned about, Tang Baoguan carefully felt the wind blowing from the mountain road and said: "Now is not the time, it takes an auspicious time and an auspicious day to sacrifice the six animals, if the old man remembers correctly, today is the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, right?" ”
The perpetual calendar, Sun Daqiao has always carried it with him, he flipped the baggage, flipped through the perpetual calendar that had been torn and curled, put on reading glasses and looked at the date and nodded to everyone: "Hey, God, today is indeed the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, and tomorrow is the thirtieth day of the lunar month, Brother Tang, should this date be so strict!" ”
Everyone thought that any day would be fine, but seeing that even the days were exquisite, they couldn't help but look at Tang Baoguan and wanted to see how he explained.
Old man Tang coughed a few times and explained the twists and turns: "When the people of Tangling village worship their ancestors, they need to be a few days before and after the turn of the new and old years, and the clouds and mist near the cave mountain will disperse in these two days. ”
After Tang Baoguan said this, everyone heard the fog, and Yue Guanchao looked at Song Siyuan: "Do you believe that on the thirtieth day of the lunar month, there will be miracles?" ”
They had already come to the end of the Yungu plank road, and Song Siyuan decided to temporarily put aside his grudges and forgive him: "It may not be a miracle, it may also be a seasonal change, have you forgotten that Qinling is the dividing line between north and south?" When we came from the northern foot of the Qinling Mountains, the peaks and shrubs were mostly covered with snow, and now they belong to the southern foothills. ”
After Song Siyuan's reminder, Yue Guanchao observed the surroundings, and the vegetation at the southern foot was not only sparse, but also dense and verdant, and even the river channel was without ice, as if it was still in late autumn and early winter.
She picked up the map of the Qinling Mountains, pointed to Wu Shengyi and explained: "That's right, the Qinling Mountains block the cold air from going south, making the frost and ice fall in the north foothills, and the south foot is moist and evergreen, and the Sichuan and Shu Basins do not see snowflakes all year round. ”
After Song Siyuan finished speaking, she picked up her notes and covered the northern foothills: "The wet and heavy cold air passes through the heavy weakening of the mountain barrier, and when it arrives here, it will turn into a moist mist that cannot be dissipated, and when it encounters interconnected caves, it is easy to gather fog under the siphon of the wind tunnel, forming the strange scene of thousands of caves and clouds and mist that we see now." ”
"The magic of nature is originally comparable to the power of ghosts and gods, and the ancients were afraid of the power of nature, so they created a lot of unwarranted gods to worship, essentially hoping to control nature and guide production."
"After that auspicious day, there will be no clouds around the cave, how do you say that?"
Regarding Yue Guanchao's question, Song Siyuan obviously expected it a long time ago, picked up the telescope and explained: "As for the auspicious day and auspicious time mentioned by Uncle Tang, it should be the seasonal solar terms such as big cold, small cold, frost fall, and valley rain, in fact, they represent changes in the weather and environment. ”
"The ancients did not have accurate measurement tools before, that is, to use these thousands of years of seasonal experience to guide agricultural production, the wax moon has reached the winter solstice, the size of the cold is coming, the temperature in the north reaches the lowest and coldest, the cold air in the south will also increase, once the temperature drops below freezing, the fog is easy to turn into ice chips and hoarfrost, and the fog around the cave will inevitably disappear."