ps: Third update, third update, such a wonderful day is hard to write, it is not easy. ￡∝, please comfort me, everyone can support me, thank you.

The empty bricks were smashed open, and everyone immediately saw a package, a cloth package.

The middle-aged man took out the package from the empty brick without any hesitation. The shape of the package was a little square. He pinched it and frowned: "It seems to be a book..."

"Book?" The villagers next to him were stunned: "It's impossible."

"How is it impossible? What else can this gallery besides books?" said the middle-aged man, and he pulled the package open.

Everyone stared at me quickly, and as expected, several stacks of green leather thread-bound books were presented to everyone.

There were words on the cover of the thread-bound book. The middle-aged man frowned and looked at it and said disappointedly: "What a book!"

"Fate Book!"

"The Book of Merits!"

"Leasebook!"

"Hey, there is also a genealogy."

The middle-aged man looked at each one, his frown suddenly stretched out, and he greeted happily: "Qian Gong, please come and take a look. This is our family tree, the family tree that many years ago..."

"This is a good thing."

When a few old men heard this, they immediately came over. For people of their age, they must pay more attention to kinship and blood relationship than young people. They regard copper coins as dirt, but they definitely regard family genealogy as treasures.

After handing over the genealogy to a few old people to study, the middle-aged man continued to look through it, and then sighed: "Sure enough, all of this is books, and they are hand-written books, which is not worth much."

"The handwritten may not be worthless." Qi Xiang smiled and said, "If it is well preserved, the handwriting is neat, and the content is valuable for research, someone will definitely be willing."

"Yuanpu account book. Is anyone willing?" The middle-aged man shook his head and then looked at him: "By the way, there is a scripture here, I don't know if anyone is interested."

"What scriptures?" Qi Xiang's heart moved and came over to watch.

"Taishang Laojun..." The middle-aged man identified word by word: "...saying the City God... to sense the disasters and eliminate them...the wonderful scriptures."

An old man heard this and said casually: "That's called the City God Sutra. When we held a temple fair, we recited it a lot, but you didn't listen carefully."

"City God Sutra?" Qi Xiang was a little curious and reached out and said, "Village Chief, can I take a look?"

The middle-aged man put the book in Qi Xiang's hand without saying a word.

The booklet is a bit thick, the manuscript is handwritten, the cover is hard, and the inside is rice paper made of butterfly.

Qi Xiang rubbed it slightly and could feel that the rice paper was of good quality and belonged to the top type. After so many years of storage, the paper pages have not only not corroded, but also have not even raised edges.

From the quality of the paper, you can know how much the copying book pays attention to this City God Sutra.

While thinking about it, Qi Xiang also opened the title page. The formal content of the City God Sutra was also revealed to him. The beginning of the scripture was a verse, which is the so-called opening verse.

"I bow my head and take refuge in the city god, and I will be proud of myself to conquer the world. I will protect the country and protect the country and support the country. I will give sacrifices to the sweet land to save the people..."

There was nothing special about the content of the scriptures. Qi Xiang couldn't understand it anyway. He didn't have the patience to read it page by page, but turned it over and turned to the last page.

In an instant, Qi Xiang's eyes stagnated, and he saw that the last page of the scripture was not a scripture, but a mantra and talisman. He was a little focused and dazzled, and suddenly the middle-aged man came to ask, "Brother, do you still have to tear down the wall?"

“…No need.”

Qi Xiang calmed down a little, closed the booklet, and suddenly asked, "Village Chief, is this place a temple-zhu bedroom? Or is it a storage room for storing things?"

"Well?"

The middle-aged man was stunned. He really didn't know. He hurriedly asked the insider: "San brother, third brother, come here. Where is this temple?"

"This is a utility room." The insider looked around and was very sure.

"The utility room..." Qi Xiang pondered for a while and said with a smile: "That's right, the walls don't need to be removed for now. You can explore the ground and see if you have any discoveries."

"Ground?" The middle-aged man was excited: "Brother, do you suspect there is a cellar underneath?"

"Yeah." Qi Xiang nodded and said, "Didn't you notice that this place is a bit special."

"What's special?" The middle-aged man was puzzled and didn't see it.

"Especially partial." Qi Xiang smiled and said, "Or, it's particularly centered. Putting aside the lobby, this utility room is surrounded by several houses, which is the innermost room..."

"If you want to hide something, this room is undoubtedly the first choice."

Qi Xiang analyzed: "There are empty bricks in this room, which means that my judgment is correct. If there are cellars or something, then there is a great possibility of hiding here."

"Brother, you're saying it's too reasonable."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he was convinced and ordered directly: "Dig!"

Not only digging, but also smashing.

More than a dozen people were motivated together, digging and smashing, and immediately discovered it.

"Bang!"

With a sound of air, everyone saw a piece of ground suddenly sinking, revealing a black hole.

Everyone was stunned and cheered in unison. A few young people even swung their hoes high, as if they wanted to smash the hole wider.

“…stop.”

Suddenly, the middle-aged man stopped calling, the others were stunned, looked up at him, and then surprised to find that the middle-aged man had a serious expression on his face, full of majesty.

"Village Chief, what's wrong?" asked someone else, for no reason.

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, and suddenly reached out and said, "Come on, call everyone here. We need to discuss some things so as not to... be difficult to deal with."

At the greeting of the middle-aged man, a group of villagers naturally surrounded him. Many people's eyes reached the cellar, and their eyes showed excitement and excitement.

"Are you all happy to discover the cellar?"

At the same time, the middle-aged man looked around and whispered: "Don't be too happy too early. Maybe the cellar is empty and there is nothing. Or there is indeed a lot of valuable things in the cellar. But you also need to know that the things dug out in the field must be handed over to the country..."

"What, submit it to the country?" Someone was shocked and blurted out: "Why?"

"No, this is the law." The middle-aged man said indifferently: "Do you still want to question the law?"

In an instant, a group of villagers were speechless. A few young people wanted to mutter, but were held down by their elders. The law is the law, which can be despised and contempt. But it cannot be ignored.

After a long silence, someone asked, "Village Chief, do you really want to hand over it?"

"Haha..." The middle-aged man smiled, with a bit of cunning meaning: "I must hand in hand, after all, many people know that we are demolishing the temple and know that we have found something."

"But... what to hand over and what not to hand over is not our final decision?" The middle-aged man whispered: "As long as everyone is united, what else can't handle it?"

"yes!"

"The village chief wise..."

The others suddenly realized and agreed.

"cough!"

Qi Xiang's throat suddenly became itchy. These people ignored his existence and discussed openly how to deceive his superiors and subordinates. Should he pretend to be inaudible or expose and report?

At the right time, the middle-aged man realized it and found that there were outsiders present. He was stunned for a moment, but he was calm in the face of danger. His eyes turned and he walked over and said enthusiastically: "Brother, did you just say that you are here to collect things?"

"Yes." Qi Xiang nodded directly.

"That's easy." The middle-aged man smiled and said, "In order to thank you for your life-saving grace just now, we decided after discussing and you have priority purchasing rights for the things in the cellar. What do you think?"

What is a traitor? That's it.

Qi Xiang sighed in his heart, no wonder middle-aged people can become the head of a village. This method of joining the crowd and pulling people onto the pirate ship is indeed not comparable to that of ordinary villagers.

In response to this, Qi Xiang was righteous and righteous... and agreed: "Okay, thank you."

"It should be, it should be." The middle-aged man smiled even happier: "If it weren't for you, brother, we wouldn't have found the cellar so smoothly..."

"I just don't know what will happen in the cellar."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "Open the cellar and go down and take a look."

Several young men were ready, and immediately stopped when they heard the order. They smashed the hole open in a few seconds, and then a square entrance was exposed on the ground.

The entrance is very wide, and there is a cellar below, square, with a space of about ten square meters and two or three meters high.

Qi Xiang glanced at him and saw two or three wooden boxes neatly stacked in the corner of the cellar, as well as some miscellaneous objects. From the dull aura and the thick dust on the surface of the wooden box, you can know that this cellar must have been covered with dust for a long time, or it has never been opened after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

The middle-aged man breathed rapidly and was barely calm. He directed: "Go down and carry the box out."

After a few minutes of busyness, all three of them were lifted up.

Everyone looked at each box quickly and saw that every box was locked. After years of dust, the lock head was severely rusted and the keyholes were blocked. Even if there was a key, it would probably not be able to unlock the lock.

"Bang bang bang!"

The middle-aged man swung the hammer directly, smashed the lock open in an instant, and then opened a box.

At this moment, more than a dozen eyes were all concentrated in the box.

"Damn, what are these?"

At first glance, many people were disappointed because the neatly stacked in the boxes were bundles of incense and candles, slender incense, thick and short candles, and some sacrificial papers.

The middle-aged man glanced at him and his eyebrows were locked like the word "Sichuan". He did not give up and flipped through the box. After confirming that the box was really only incense and candle, he had to curse inwardly and turn his eyes to the box next to him.

"The luck shouldn't be that bad."
Chapter completed!