The space under the abandoned mine cave was not very large, and now it was even more stretched with three people squeezed in. Having a secret discussion in such a dim environment felt a bit like an underground battle.

There were no outsiders present, and everyone present was a tomb robber, so the conversation was straight to the point.

I asked: "Sister Yu, were you responsible for the Baiyi Temple?"

Yao Yumen looked surprised and said how did you know.

I found cigarette butts from Inner Mongolia cigarettes in a cave on Qingyang Road before. I knew it.

This group of northerners came from Inner Mongolia.

Efficient, fast, bold and professional.

These people are by no means comparable to dabblers like me and Dou Sprout. They are a real organization.

I tentatively asked again: "Is the White Horse Temple on fire?"

Yao Yumen's face was calm and he said: "It's my uncle's idea. He has been having trouble recently and is a little tight on money. In addition, our group of people have been waiting in Yinchuan for a long time, so I couldn't help but do it. But Mingta does

It's not as good as the Song Pagoda, and it's even worse than the Tang Pagoda. Fortunately, we shipped a pair of "Da Xuan" ones, so we can just save money."

Anyway, Master Yao is no longer here. Let me tell you what happened back then.

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The Baiyi Temple Pagoda was built in the fourth year of Chongzhen, that is, 1631 AD. It was first called Bai'an Temple. The Baiyi Temple was two hundred years earlier than the Pagoda. In other words, there was the Baiyi Temple first and then the Baiyi Pagoda.

The "Daxuan" in Sister Yu's mouth does not refer to the name Xiaoxuan. Daxuan refers to the blue and white porcelain from the Yongle and Xuande dynasties of the Ming Dynasty. Antique shops say that the Yongxuan family is not divided. As long as it is moneyless, it is called Sumali.

The blue and white porcelain fired with cyan cobalt is collectively called Daxuan. They got a pair of Xuande blue and white Sanskrit high-footed offering bowls. These two small bowls should have been used to put butter, like Buddha headlamps.

There is a very small underground palace under the foundation of the Baiyi Temple Pagoda, covering an area of ​​less than ten square meters. There are two gilt-bronze Medicine Buddhas and a wooden prayer flag. These few small things add up to more than 100,000 yuan. If not

This pair of Sanskrit Daxuan bowls sold for a high price, which was really not enough money for the work.

At that time, Qingyang Road was opposite the Rabbit Farm, and there was a construction site. There was an abandoned well within the construction site that needed to be backfilled. Yao, the leader, spent money to buy the connections, and all the soil that came up from digging holes was buried in the well. After such operations,

Ordinary people can't even notice it.

As for the stolen hole, according to what I heard, it was not backfilled. In the next few years, Lanzhou carried out city reconstruction, and the stolen hole was dug out because of the construction deadline. In the end, the big problem was reduced to a small one. Fortunately, it was reduced to a small matter.

Nothing happened to anyone.

Towards evening, Sister Yu and the others left. When they left, he told me this:

"Yunfeng, you must remember that in the morning the day after tomorrow, you bury white flags from here in the mine, with the flags facing the southwest, and one every one kilometer until there are 30 flags."

"You must hide well. If things go well, a person will knock on the wooden board at the entrance of the cave the night after tomorrow, ten times in total. Then you ask him if he is here to visit. If he says yes, it is Liao Sanding. If he does not say anything,

Or if you say no, you must be extremely careful at this time, the other party may not be one of ours."

"Do you remember everything I said?"

I nodded in understanding, and then asked in confusion: "What about Sister Yu? What will happen if Liao Sanding comes? What will we do if he doesn't come in the end?"

Sister Yu thought for a while and said: "If Liao Sanding comes, you just wait here."

"If you don't come, it proves that something went wrong in Wang Baotou's plan. You three must go back to Yinchuan and hide as soon as possible."

"Yunfeng, now we are just like playing football. There are coaches, goalkeepers, players, team doctors, substitutes, backups, etc. in a game. Wang Bantou is now like a forward who has a chance to shoot."

"You must pass the ball to him well."

"If the ball is scored, you will have the last laugh and take the trophy home."

"As for the camels you brought, my brother and I need to borrow them temporarily and will take care of them for you."

"There's going to be a war, cheer up."

After Sister Yu said these words, she left.

"What do you want to do with your head, Yunfeng?" Dou Sprout rubbed his face hard after Yao Yumen left.

I shook my head and said that I didn't know, so we could do whatever we were asked to do. After two days, we would put up a white flag as a road sign and then pick up Liao Sanding.

Dou Sprout said "Oh" and said nothing.

The morning after two days.

"Is this okay, Fengzi?"

"No, you have to bury it deeper and expose a little bit of your head."

Dou Sprout pressed down again.

"That's it. Pile it tightly with sand."

I looked up at the bright sun and said, "Speed ​​up, it's already half past noon and we haven't finished yet."

In this way, we walked about one kilometer before burying a white flag, and buried it all the way to the southwest. We were lucky enough that there was no strong wind in Alxa that day.

We finished this quickly and slowly. By the time we returned to the mine hut, it was already past 8 pm. We were sweating all over. Dou Sprout drank two bottles of water with no shirt and burped.

"Do you think Liao Sanding can come over? Fengzi."

"I don't know, but the small flag with red letters on the white background looks conspicuous at night. As long as he can see the flag we buried, he should be able to find it along the road."

We covered it with wooden boards when we came down. Now we are waiting and no one dares to sleep.

At 11 o'clock, 12 o'clock, and 1 o'clock, I take out my mobile phone and check the time from time to time.

"Don't sleep!" I saw Dou Sprout's eyelids fighting.

Xiaoxuan yawned and shrank.

I was also very sleepy, so I forced myself to cheer myself up.

It was late at night, 3:30 in the morning.

"Ta! Ta-ta!"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the wooden board in the pit.

Late at night, the tapping sound was particularly harsh.

I remember Sister Yu’s instructions, no matter who is above, there will be no reply until I knock ten times.

eight.

Nine.

I don’t know if this person remembered it wrong, but he paused for a moment when he hit the ninth time.

My nervous palms were sweating.

"despair."

No more, no less, exactly ten times.

I immediately stood up and shouted: "Are you just visiting?"

Soon, a hoarse voice came.

"yes."

"Uncle Liao!" I said with joy, it was right!

The wooden board slowly moved away, and a flashlight shone right on me.

The person who came had gray hair and a face full of dust. He was none other than Liao Sanding and Liao Bo, who I had met once before.

With our help, Liao Sanding slowly slid down the rope with a big bag on his back.

"Is there water?" he asked first when he came down.

"Yes, yes," I hurriedly handed him a bottle of water.

Uncle Liao had chapped lips and sand on his head. He unscrewed the bottle cap and drank a whole bottle of water.

"It's not enough for us."

He waved his hands and muttered that that was enough.

"Uncle Liao, why are you here?" I asked the first question.

He patted the sand on his head, looked at me and said, "It's impossible not to come. Wang Xiansheng's price is very high. However, this place is so hard to find. If it weren't for those red and white flags along the way, I would definitely not come."

I can’t find it here.”

At this time, Douyazai frowned and said: "Uncle Liao, aren't you a repairman? What, you came all the way here just to repair things?"

Liao Sanding rubbed his hands after hearing this, looked at Dou Sprout and said:

"Young man, you are only half right. Our old Liao family is not only good at repairing things."

"I can still make things."

"Making something?"

"What do we want you to do with your head?" Dou Sprout asked the old man curiously?

"Haha," Liao Sanding smiled and said, "Actually, I don't know what to do. I have to wait for Wang Xiansheng to bring the things over before I can decide."

Liao Sanding was not bragging. He said that he used whatever he used to do it, relying on his family-owned skills.
To be continued...