After dinner, Cha Wenbin and Lao Wang lived in the same house, He Yichao and Zhuo Xiong two comrades-in-arms lived in one house, and Leng Yiran, a girl, naturally lived alone. After allocating rooms, they each went to rest.

  After washing up, Cha Wenbin still felt that something was fishy about this matter, so he called the three people again to have a meeting. He said: "According to what Lao Han said, this mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and its rare for people to set foot here. If someone goes in, they will inevitably get lost. However, there is one thing that I dont quite understand. Why do all the families leave behind ancestral teachings, and they are all about the same problem? This is strange enough."

  Old Wang pressed his lips on the wild tea picked from this mountain, smacked them a few times, with a very enjoyable look: "I also noticed that just now, why every family leaves behind the same ancestral teachings, its a bit strange."

  "That village must have known that Mount Feng was inaccessible since ancient times, so they left behind this legacy?"

  The little witch disagreed, shouting at Chaozi: "Chaozi, are you stupid? Cant you enter the mountain because of this legacy, is it more important than telling your family that there is a treasure hidden at home?"

  He Yi Chao immediately retorted: "I think youre the foolish one, a remote village, where did the gold and silver treasures come from? Do you think they are all those wealthy masters of Jiangnan?"

  On the other side, Cha Wenbin was deep in thought, when Old Wang suddenly said: "Gold and silver treasures? Yes, if a whole village has the same legacy, it can only mean one thing - that there is something on Mount Qiufeng that they all fear or consider more important than anything else! What do you think, Wenbin?"

  On the other side, Cha Wenbin was still thinking about something, while on this side, several people were still arguing. At this time, a knock at the door came from outside. When they went to take a look, it turned out to be Zhuo Xiong. He had heard that the guests hadnt rested yet and was preparing to come over to find He Yichao. Upon hearing everyone discussing whether there were gold and silver treasures on the mountain, he couldnt help but burst out laughing: "Our village is said to have poor soil quality, with sweet potatoes being the largest fruit that can be grown. How could there be gold and silver treasures? I dont know how our ancestors managed to live in that place for a thousand years." His words were spoken lightly, but this group of people was not ordinary - they either dealt with history or ghosts and spirits, so they immediately became spirited!

  Cha Wenbin looked at Zhuo Xiong and asked: "A thousand years? Are you saying that your village has existed for a thousand years?"

  "Yes, its said that there are many stone men and horses in the village, but I dont know which dynasty theyre from. My dad told me when I was a kid that our village, although remote and small, has a history of over a thousand years!" After finishing speaking, Zhuo Xiong showed off a hint of pride.

  "Whats your take on this, Old Wang?" asked Cha Wenbin

  Old Wang on the other side has already started to get a bit excited: "If these things are really here, it means that there must be some historical remains left behind. Then this trip of ours is indeed in the right place! No way, tomorrow we have to go in and take a look!"

  Archaeologists are as sensitive to these things as Cha Wenbin is to the tomb, and He Yichao on the other side has already hugged Zhuo Xiong and asked: "Old comrades, are you telling the truth? Dont try to deceive me."

  Zhuo Xiong patted his chest: "My old man said that, can it be fake?"

  "Time is of the essence, what do you think, Wenbin?" Old Wang could no longer contain his emotions.

  "Tomorrow well enter the village," said Cha Wenbin. "Zhuo Xiong brothers, how did you originally get to that village? Do you still remember?"

  Zhuo Xiong said, "I was only a few months old when I left the village, and I never went back. But you can ask my familys elderly tomorrow and they will tell you. If you want to go in, I can take a few of you with me, its also good for paying respects to our ancestors."

  The crowd chatted for a few more sentences before each returning to their rooms to rest, leaving only Old Wang and Cha Wenbin. Cha Wenbin muttered to himself: "Qifeng Mountain, a small village...Old Wang, have you ever thought about how this village has passed down the same legacy for thousands of years? I think theres only one possibility - the ancestors of this village werent afraid, but were protecting something...Lets sleep now and go take a look tomorrow." With that, he blew out the light and went to sleep, waiting for dawn.

  On the second day, early in the morning, everyone got up. The air in this mountain is really good. Zhang Wenbin took a deep breath and suddenly felt that yesterdays fatigue was gone. Zhuo Lao Han and his son had already prepared breakfast for everyone. Eating farm dishes and drinking clear porridge, Old Wang couldnt help but sigh, "Even if you dont practice Taoism under the green city mountain, living here is also like being an immortal."

  After dinner, Cha Wenbin and Zhuo Lao continued to talk about the topic of last night, basically consistent with Zhuo Xiongs description. The village is not big, with a population of over 100 households, and it is unknown which dynasty moved here because of its remote location and poor land. There are also no outsiders willing to marry in, and most of them are intermarried within the village. By this generation, almost every family has some relatives, as for those stone people and horses, Zhuo Lao said with a serious face that they are divine objects and cannot be touched. When it comes to that mountain, Zhuo Lao also repeatedly warned against going there.

  Old Wang timely explained his intention, thinking it necessary to investigate, and also said that Cha Wenbin was a Taoist priest who could help the souls of his wife and daughter ascend to heaven. Only then did Zhuo Lao Han reluctantly agree to let his son take him there, calling out to Xiangzi to come over and brief him on the route.

  Before departure, Cha Wenbin asked He Yichao to go to the town again, letting him prepare enough dry food and buy a few bottles of canned kerosene, which was quite advanced at that time, as well as mountain ropes, flashlights, searchlights, and candles. More importantly, there were some Taoist supplies, but it was convenient to buy these things under the sacred mountain Qingchengshan, and everything was ready in just one morning. Zhuo Xiong said the mountain road was difficult to walk, and he led two mules with equipment on their backs. The group was ready to depart, and Leng Yiran, who had been strongly persuaded by Cha Wenbin to stay at Zhuos house, couldnt bear her persistent persuasion and had to follow them.

  More than thirty kilometers away, it was a mountain road, even more difficult to walk than they had imagined. Fortunately, this group of people were used to being outdoors all year round, with the soldiers being soldiers and the archaeologists being archaeologists. However, dragging that little girl along, by the time they reached the village, it was already midnight.

  That day was the sixth of July on the lunar calendar, and although the moon in the sky wasnt very big, it still shone brightly. When a group of people walked to the entrance of the village, a massive basin suddenly appeared before their eyes. It turned out that this village was built inside such a basin. Under the moonlight, the seemingly scattered village looked somewhat dilapidated and even desolate. Everyone gasped in unison.

  Zhuo Xiong himself was also relying on Zhuo Lao Hans oral account, and at that time he was still young, so naturally he didnt remember the situation of this village. If he went down to feel his way tonight, what if he tripped and fell? Wouldnt he break into pieces? Looking around again, the little girl was already shouting "Im tired" repeatedly, as if she wanted to lie on the ground and not move anymore.

  He looked at Cha Wenbin, because since seeing this group of people, it seemed that this Taoist priest was the mainstay of this group.

  At this moment, Cha Wenbin was gazing at the village below, seemingly contemplating something. Everyone was waiting for his signal. After a cigarettes worth of time had passed, Cha Wenbin finally turned around and said to the crowd: "This village is somewhat strange. From up here on the mountain looking down, it should be a basin, but no matter how hard you look, you cant see the whole view. You see, that mountain opposite us, Im afraid thats the Wei Feng Mountain." As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed with his hand, and only where the moonlight shone was bright, but there was one place in front of them that was indeed pitch black, as if all the light had been swallowed up.

  He Yi Chao took out the military tactical flashlight from his bag and shone it into the distance, but still couldnt see anything. It was as if what was in front of them was an endless abyss. Cha Wen Bin thought for a moment before saying: "Lets rest here tonight. Super, you and Zhuo Xiong brothers are responsible for setting up the tent. The three of us will take turns keeping watch. This place is not simple. Its been many years since anyone has lived here. Not to mention that we havent caught a whiff of human scent, but even the cries of wild beasts have been unheard. Its really too quiet."

  After that, he and Old Wang went to pick up some dry firewood, lit two big bonfires, boiled some hot water, and everyone ate some dry rations before going to sleep. Before leaving, the blind man brought out two hunting rifles, which were the kind used by villagers to hunt wild boars - single-shot hunting rifles. The bullets inside were made of buckshot and large lead pellets, causing scattered wounds when they entered the body, and the lead pellets would bend into internal organs when they hit bone, also causing burns to the wound, with devastating power at close range, capable of taking down a 200-pound wild boar with one shot.

  The two guns were naturally one for each of the two former soldiers, and Cha Wenbin ordered them to take turns guarding for three hours each. The first shift was taken by Zhuo Xiong, followed by Cha Wenbin in the middle, and then Chaozi at the end. Before going to sleep, Cha Wenbin scattered some saltpeter and sulfur around the tent, saying that if anyone stepped on it, it would catch fire. Still not feeling secure, he also planted seven tree branches around the perimeter, forming a small Big Dipper array, with the large seal placed in the center as an array guide. Only then did he feel at ease and fall asleep.

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