On the morning of November 30, 2009, a bullet train bound for Jinling City from Huangpaoshan, Northwest Province, was driving fast on the railway track.

Fang Feiyang and Su Yazhi were sitting in the spacious and clean first-class carriage, chatting and laughing.

"Brother Feiyang, please return to Sioux City and help me follow the progress of this antique fraud case. I want to get first-hand information."

Su Yazhi sat next to Fang Feiyang and asked with a smile.

"Well, what is it used for?" Fang Feiyang asked with slight interest.

"Of course it's for my press release... Your memory is so bad. Didn't I tell you? I'm going to write a report about this personal experience. That night, we were in Langting

In the International Hotel, I have already written the opening paragraph of the press release... Then... the man named Gu was taken away by the Suzhou police. Please help me ask for relevant information about the case trial. "

Speaking of Langting International's presidential suite, Su Yazhi's pretty face turned slightly red. The "breast attack" incident that happened after she took a shower that night often came to her mind and she couldn't get rid of it.

Fang Feiyang saw the beautiful woman talking and laughing. When she talked about the presidential suite of Langting International, two delicate blushes appeared on her cheeks.

This fleeting moment of shyness could not escape Fang Feiyang's eyes. He knew very well why Su Yazhi showed such a shy look. As the person involved, he could only pretend to be nonchalant at this time and answer with a smile.

road:

"Hahaha, reporter from Su University, look at my memory. It's fine. After I go back this time, I'll ask Officer Tong to inquire... By the way, don't write about the darkroom we found in the air-raid shelter later.

If your article is published, everyone in the world will know about it."

After laughing, Fang Feiyang was a little worried that Su Yazhi's news report would serve as an advertisement.

"Don't worry, I just want to report the entire antique fraud case. As for the subsequent cave exploration, of course it won't happen here."

Su Yazhi's charming eyes narrowed into slits, meaning that she knows the trade-offs and won't bother you.

"It seems that I have been worrying too much. The reporter from Su University is really smart and well informed." Fang Feiyang deliberately looked up and down at the beauty and said teasingly.

"Bah! Don't call me 'Journalist from Suzhou University', it's so unpleasant." Su Yazhi spat lightly and gave Fang Feiyang a roll of his eyes, "I may not necessarily choose to be a reporter after graduation. This press release I prepared, in the end,

The main purpose is to use it as my graduation project. Things that have been experienced personally are more realistic..."

Fang Feiyang nodded deeply and agreed.

The two chatted and then came up with the topic of the Huangpao Mountain Air Raid Shelter.

"There is one thing that has been bothering me since last night. You said, when we were 'digging holes deep and hoarding grain,' why did the masses dig into the dark room and block it up again?"

When Fang Feiyang said this, his expression was a little serious, and his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. He really couldn't figure out this question. If the people had reported the unexpected discovery in the mountain as a cultural relic for protection, the local cultural relic protection organization would have sent experts to the stone chamber.

After all, half a century later, there would be nothing wrong with Fang Feiyang and Su Yazhi, and it would be impossible for them to see the three treasures in the secret room.

Su Yazhi heard Fang Feiyang's doubts and smiled sweetly, "Oh, I thought it was some kind of professional problem. You should have asked me this question earlier."

"You know? Please enlighten me..." Fang Feiyang pretended to be all ears.

"Giggle... We journalists, when we go out to report an event, we must first understand the local customs and customs. This is a professional habit..."

Su Yazhi also deliberately put it off, and slowly made a few digressions before continuing: "This should be related to local beliefs. It is said that Zhongli Taoist Temple on Huangpao Mountain is the place where Han Zhongli, one of the Eight Immortals, became a monk. This

A deity once built an underground chamber beneath a Taoist temple, where he often lived and practiced martial arts. Later generations called it the 'Zhongli Cave'."

"Are you saying that the working people who dug the air-raid shelters regarded the darkroom as a cave for the gods, and out of awe, they did not dare to disturb the gods, so they built up the excavated stone walls?"

Fang Feiyang saw Su Yazhi telling fairy tales vividly and resisted the urge to laugh. No one in the world knew the owner of the darkroom better than him. Who was Han Zhongli, one of the eight immortals? He was obviously from the Shangqing sect.

The leader, the living Taoist master.

It turns out that ancient fairy tales were artistically processed on the basis that the world cannot understand them.

Seeing Fang Feiyang's strange expression, Su Yazhi raised her eyebrows and said, "Why, you don't believe it?... There is also a legend about Zhongli Temple. In ancient times, the well water in every household there was bitter, and it came from the mountain stream.

The stream water left behind was also bitter, and people in the Huangpao Mountain area were suffering from drinking water. Later, Han Zhongli, one of the Eight Immortals, came to the mountain, threw a stone at the source of the living water, and chanted, 'True water has no bitterness.

True water has no fragrance, after all the hardship comes sweetness, like jade dew and fine nectar."

Hearing this, Fang Feiyang's smile suddenly disappeared without a trace, and he asked in a deep voice: "What happened next?..."

"Later, people discovered that the river in the mountains was covered with green waves. Some people hurriedly fetched buckets of water to try it, but it was very sweet in the mouth. It could clear away heat, quench thirst, and moisturize the lungs and spleen. After fetching water, they went home to wash their hair and face, and they felt refreshed.

It is greasy and can be used to wash the body and shower at night. The skin will be smooth, smooth, soft and colorful, and the body will feel light."

After listening to this fairy tale, Fang Feiyang lowered his head and said nothing, as if he had thought of something.

He sensed the scene beside the underground river in the Feng Shui Cave. Li Zhijun, dressed in Taoist robes, was holding a thunder stone and throwing the stone into the underground river with a smile on his face.

It turns out that he is the prototype character in the mythical story.

The god that the local people believe in is Li Zhijun, the leader of the Shangqing Sect. Li Zhijun, who lived for more than a thousand years, must have discovered the magical effects of this extraterrestrial meteorite. In order to benefit the local residents, he threw the thunder stone with magical functions into the underground river.

, using thunderstone to change the water quality.

Fang Feiyang finally understood why the Taoist priest in the image threw the Thunder Stone into the water. This mysterious meteorite solved the drinking water problem for local residents. In the hearts of the villagers, he naturally became a god who rescued people in distress.

The locals accidentally discovered the life of Daochang Li in a cave halfway up the mountain. The grateful villagers built a Taoist temple on the mountain to worship the gods in their hearts. It is a pity that people do not know the true identity of Daochang Li. I don’t know when it started.

The leader of the sect has a new identity, Han Zhongli, one of the Eight Immortals.

Of course, the following story is Fang Feiyang’s inference.

He figured out that because such myths had been circulating on Huangpao Mountain for more than a thousand years, when the local people were digging air-raid shelters, even if they found a secret darkroom, they chose to seal the passage and did not dare to disturb the gods.

of the Qing Dynasty.

"How is it? Brother Feiyang, do you have any questions? If you are like me, you will know these legends if you wander around Zhongli Temple. These mythical stories are engraved on stone tablets for tourists to read... You

Look at this photo I took, this well is called 'Xiangquan Well', and it is said that the well water inside is sweet."

Su Yazhi took out the photo taken by her mobile phone and showed it to Fang Feiyang. From the photo, it can be seen that the location of this fragrant spring well should be located at the lower reaches of the underground river in the mountain. The so-called well water is actually the river water in the underground river. This water has once been

Flowed from the thunder stone.

"Leiyinshi has many secrets..." Fang Feiyang murmured to himself.

"Ah, what is the thunder stone?..." Su Yazhi asked in confusion.

"Um...it's nothing. I'm talking about the rock. There must have been many stories that happened in that rock cave thousands of years ago, but we don't know about it."

Fang Feiyang made a fool of himself and excused himself.

Thunder Stone, a stone that does not exist on earth, always brings unexpected effects to Fang Feiyang.

After dealing with it many times, Fang Feiyang has realized in his heart that the first sudden perception he had when he woke up from a coma in Mr. Song's villa a few months ago must have been given to him by this stone.

As for how he acquired this kind of perception ability, Fang Feiyang suspected that it was related to the explosion in the metasequoia forest that night. Didn't the old man say that there was a thunder stone in the box that the international thief stole that day? And that piece

Did the stone really disappear in the explosion? Or does it always exist in another special form?
Chapter completed!