Yang Xiaobao took three people and climbed up the mountain.
What surprised Yang Xiaobao was that Fu Xingyuan was carrying a black canvas bag.
I don't know what's inside.
They went straight to the door of the mountain temple.
The mountain temple is built on a flat land, with a steep cliff behind it, and in front of the flat land in front of the door is a forest.
They walked through the woods to the mountain temple.
When he saw the mottled temple door, Fu Xingyuan couldn't help but take a breath of air.
His face also became much more solemn.
Seeing Fu Xingyuan's appearance, Yang Xiaobao asked with some confusion: "Mr. Fu, what's wrong?"
"The stone in front of the door is quite interesting."
Fu Xingyuan pointed to the stone in front of the door and said.
This stone has been around since Yang Xiaobao could remember.
He also asked the elders, and they didn't know how long the stone had been here.
Because even when the elders remember things, this stone was there.
"Mr. Fu, you said this stone is interesting. What do you mean?"
"If I'm not wrong, this stone should be used to suppress demons. Placing it here really has profound meaning."
"Suppress the demon?" Yang Xiaobao took a breath of air.
This was the first time he heard this statement, and he must have been a little surprised.
"Mr. Fu, are you saying this stone is a demon-suppressing stone?" Mr. Yin asked curiously.
Fu Xingyuan nodded and said: "Yes, that's it. Of course, this is what the predecessors thought. I guess they thought there was some monster on the mountain, so they got a stone."
He pointed to the mountain temple again and said, "Didn't the predecessors have the same idea when building the mountain temple?"
Everyone nodded.
But looking at their looks, I think this is just an immature behavior of their predecessors.
In this high-tech society, many people regard these things as nothing more than a legend.
But Yang Xiaobao is different. He has experienced many incredible things.
He knew that mountain gods existed, so he believed what Fu Xingyuan said.
Could it be that hundreds of years ago, there really were monsters on this mountain?
"How about we go in and take a look?" Kong Chengye said.
Yang Xiaobao quickly opened the door of the mountain temple and invited the three people into the mountain temple.
The temple is not big. There is a futon, an incense burner, and a stone platform for worship. Behind the stone platform is a stone statue of a mountain god.
Mr. Yin and Mr. Kong looked around and nodded, showing no interest in admiring it.
Fu Xingyuan, on the other hand, was very interested, admiring it bit by bit.
Finally, Yang Xiaobao saw him take out a long wooden box from his satchel.
He watched Fu Xinghai take out three incense sticks from the wooden box, lit them, and respectfully inserted them into the incense burner.
Then he knelt down on the futon and kowtowed three times.
Yang Xiaobao, Yin Wannian and Fu Xingyuan were a little embarrassed to see him acting so piously.
After kowtowing, Fu Xinghai stood up and said with a smile: "I made you laugh."
Yang Xiaobao quickly said: "Mr. Fu, please don't say that. We people in Stone Village will go up to the mountain to burn incense and kowtow on the first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year."
Fu Xinghai nodded and said with a smile: "There are very few people like this nowadays. Everyone thinks these are feudal superstitions."
"But it has existed for thousands of years, so there should be a reason for it." Yang Xiaobao said with a smile.
Yin Wannian and Kong Chengye both nodded.
Yin Wannian smiled and said: "It seems that you two still have something to say."
Fu Xingyuan looked around, nodded, and said, "I have to say, the Feng Shui here is excellent."
"Is it possible to develop tourism here?" Kong Chengye asked.
Fu Xingyuan thought for a moment and said: "If we really develop tourism, I think it will destroy the Feng Shui here."
Yang Xiaobao snorted and asked: "Mr. Fu, can you explain it more clearly? I don't quite understand what you mean."
Fu Xingyuan smiled and said: "This place is very pure. To use a very vulgar word, it has absorbed the essence of the heaven, earth, sun and moon. If it is developed into a tourist area, tourists will slowly destroy the Feng Shui here."
Yin Wannian sighed and said, "Mr. Fu is right. If it is really developed into a tourist area, it will become vulgar."
"But now Yang Hongfei wants to take over the contract and even says he wants to demolish the mountain temple."
Fu Xingyuan's expression changed and he lost his voice and said, "Are you telling the truth? He wants to demolish this mountain temple?"
"Yes, my people heard that they wanted to build a temple of their own."
The person he was talking about was Dong Zhiyong.
Dong Zhiyong helped him find out some time ago about Yang Hongfei's plan to contract this mountain.
Fu Xingyuan stamped his feet, let out a long sigh, and said, "This young master of the Yang family is really a bastard!"
"Xiaobao, if you contract it and don't develop it into tourism, wouldn't you have to invest a lot of money in it every year?" Yin Wannian said.
Yang Xiaobao nodded and said: "This is true, but I am not sure yet how much money I will invest. After all, it depends on tomorrow's bidding."
After hearing Yang Xiaobao's words, everyone fell silent.
This is quite a headache.
"Let's wait until after the bidding. We will definitely think of a way to get the best of both worlds by then." Yang Xiaobao said with a smile.
"Okay, that's all."
"Shall we go up and take a look?" Kong Chengye asked.
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Okay, there is a waterfall up there, and the scenery is pretty good."
Yang Xiaobao took them to the waterfall.
Fu Xingyuan said with a smile: "Water is the soul of a mountain. When I see the water here, I feel that the water is full of the aura of nature."
Hearing Fu Xingyuan's words, Yang Xiaobao's heart moved.
He thought of the crystal clear flower in the pool in front of him.
If the water wasn't full of aura, how could such flowers grow?
They stood in front of the waterfall and admired it for a while before deciding to leave.
"Xiaobao, would you like Mr. Fu to visit the cemetery in your village?" Kong Chengye suggested.
In the past, Yang Xiaobao was not interested in fortune tellers and feng shui people. He always felt that they were all swindlers.
Today, Mr. Fu has changed his original prejudice.
"Okay, that's what I wanted."
"Let's go take a look." Fu Xingyuan said.
Yang Xiaobao took them down to the cemetery in Stone Village.
Fu Xingyuan stood in the cemetery, looking around, his face solemn, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
In the end, he let out a long breath.
"Mr. Fu, how are you?" Kong Chengye asked impatiently.
Yang Xiaobao also wanted to know what kind of situation Mu Yan was in their Stone Village.
"Xiaobao, I want to ask, how many years has your Stone Village lived here?" Fu Xingyuan asked.