There are two ways to let the mountain pass and walk the mountain pass. The mountain pass and the treasure-stopping guest are both lone heroes, while the mountain pass is usually a family of people, who specializes in collecting ginseng. The family of people is called the head of the family. Traditionally, people who let the mountain pass and pray for blessings before entering the mountain pass to collect ginseng.

After entering the forest area, you should pay great attention to your words and deeds, because you have a lot of words. For example, each person has a wooden stick called Suobao stick, which is usually a protective cane.

At the critical moment, you should use a wooden stick to hit the big tree, and use the loud noise from the knocking tree to determine the distance between your companions; when you encounter a snake, you should call it a money skewer, and you should not hurt it casually; each person also needs to prepare a set of stick-tab locking stick-tab needles. The stick-tab lock is to use a red velvet thread to tie two ancient copper coins. After discovering ginseng, you pinch the ginseng seedling leaves with one hand, let go of your throat and shout: "Bangmao..." "What's the item..." "Fourth-grade leaves..."

There are questions and answers, and everyone who hears it must sing together.

This is called Shan. Mr. Dong said that ginseng is spiritual, so before digging, the whole family would kneel down and pray to it to give it a top-grade ginseng.

This is just some of the methods that are well-known to the world by the craftsmen. I am afraid that even Wushuang and Ma Ya cannot express the more secret techniques in the industry.

Before leaving, Wushuang tied a red rope behind him, not to prevent him from running away, but to recognize it when he sees its true body again. You cannot chase these spiritual objects in the mountains with Taoism. You must find the spiritual land where it grows and wait for it to come back by itself.

Ginseng, the heavenly and earth treasures, usually grow in the mountains, all places that ordinary people don’t care about or cannot find. They like shade by nature and do not like sunlight. Such a thousand-year-old ginseng king must have grown in the valley with the most abundant earthiness in the Xing'an Mountains.

After leaving Heilongtun, follow the mountain road and then walk to Heilong Mountain. The mountain road in Heilong Mountain is rugged, and the white-haired and yellow-skinned jumping on the ground impatiently, as if you have already smelled the smell of the old ginseng essence.

"Brother, are you going to be slower? You have four legs, and we both have two legs. Can we compete with you?" Wushuang and Ma Ya ran behind and panted.

No wonder the white-haired and yellow-skinned man was anxious. It turned out that the old man had not walked away. He looked up and saw a white shadow walking under the moonlight on the hillside of Heilong Mountain.

"Brother, he is there!" Ma Ya shouted.

"Don't shout, the mountain passers-by are taboo, don't worry, he can't escape tonight!"

Wushuang speeded up.

But no matter how they ran, they were walking slowly at the winding mountain road above, but they were always unable to get close to the white shadow. Are Wushuang and Ma Ya not ordinary playboys who only eat and drink all day long? They are all descendants of the thief. Although they are not practicing hard work when walking on the mountain or holding treasures, no matter which branch is under the thief, these children have mostly learned light skills since childhood. Not to mention chasing an old man, even running a marathon is not a problem. But the old man is now in a state of wind as if he had stepped on a hot wheel, which made Wushuang and Ma Ya unable to approach, which was very distressed.

"Damn!" Wushuang was so angry that he kept talking swearing.

"Brother, don't worry, the top of Heilong Mountain is the Black Dragon Temple, and there is no way to go down the mountain behind!"

"The Black Dragon Temple? Is there really a Black Dragon Temple? I heard that the Black Dragon Temple enshrines Shurhaqi's Dharma body." Wushuang asked.

(Shuerhaci, the younger brother of the Qing Taizu Nurhaci, assisted his brother Cheng to unify the Liaodong Jurchens to establish the Later Jin Dynasty. It is said that Shuerhaci was the black dragon of Xing'an Mountains, while Nurhaci was the reincarnation of a small white dragon in the Tianchi Lake of Changbai Mountain.)

"I don't know either, I just heard my grandfather say this, strange, why did this old ginseng go to the Black Dragon Temple in the middle of the night?"

Since there is only this way down the mountain, the old mountain ginseng will definitely not be able to run away. The two of them took a break and continued to chase. This is not a scenic spot, but there are also stone steps and mountain roads for tourists to visit. The mountain road is actually just a little less weeds and trees. Usually, people pass by it occasionally and step on a steep path. Heilong Mountain is not high, but it is also at an altitude of five or six hundred meters. The steep mountain is almost 60 degrees, so the difficulty of climbing can be imagined.

Wushuang was suspicious, why did Manchu build the Black Dragon Temple here back then? This mountain is so steep and difficult to climb, and few pilgrims will come to worship in the future. I am afraid that this small temple has other uses.

"Hu...Hu...I can't do it anymore, brother, I really can't do it!" Ma Ya is a girl. No matter how good the girl's physical strength is, she will definitely not be as good as a boy. Even Ma Sihai used to be, she would not be able to run wildly on the steep mountains for so long. Ma Ya fell limply on the weeds and gasped.

"Drink a little water first, we have time to play with that old maggot tonight!" Wushuang twisted the lid of the kettle and handed it to Ma Ya.

The night is dark and the forests and seas are full of shadows. It is no wonder that Ma Ya, who lives in Xing'anling all year round.

"Why is the fog so thick? It was so terrible just now?" Wushuang stood up and looked around. In a blink of an eye, the heavy fog had swallowed Heilong Mountain, with a visibility of no more than ten meters.

Wushuang grabbed the white-haired fairy's tail, flicked the head pump and asked, "Little thing, are you messing around?"

I remember the first time I encountered this little monster, it used its tricks to guide Wushuang and Lu Haotian to save its baby in the wilderness.

The little guy was lifted upside down by Wushuang, smelling his nose left and right, and his eyes were blankly innocent.

"Brother, this is miasma! Go quickly!" Ma Ya pulled Wushuang up and walked down the mountain without caring about fatigue.

"No, we must find a way to get the old man back tonight, your grandpa..."

"Brother! The mountain will not be filled with miasma. It's already autumn. It's not spring and summer. Something must be causing trouble nearby. There are so many evil things in the ridge. Last time, we were lucky and didn't meet it. If we really met a bear, let alone collecting ginseng, we had to explain our lives!" Ma Ya even dared not delay time in the ridge.

Wushuang was skeptical and thought to himself that what was so great about the bear? When I was a child, I went to the zoo to see those blind bears and blind bears? Now you carry a fireboat and I carry a Mosinnagan gun. Even if the bear's skin is thick, I won't let it see the King of Hell with one shot?

The thick fog quickly swallowed Heilong Mountain, and the visibility was still decreasing. If Wushuang had not been holding Ma Ya's small hand, the two of them would have almost no longer be able to see each other's face clearly when they stood facing each other.
Chapter completed!