Grandpa Mu sighed in dismay, and said disappointedly: "After I first heard about this, I wanted to invite my friend to take a look. Later, something happened temporarily and I was recalled to my hometown. The friend was assigned to another place."
"Times wait for no one!"
Grandpa Mu said suddenly: "In a blink of an eye, this is more than twenty years later. When I take the time to find the town that my friend said back then, there is already vicissitudes of life."
"Time has changed, and the mountain town of that year has become a city. I went to look at the mountain again, and the Dragon King Temple was gone, and it became a service area for scenic spots..."
Looking at Grandpa Mu, I shook my head and sighed. I was greatly confused.
I couldn't help but glance at Wen Fang, and when she saw her frowning to look at me, she secretly said strangely: This grandpa Mu is really honest! Said it was telling us a story, but I really told such a story.
But in this story, apart from the two bridge sections of the Dragon King and the hidden path in the temple, which were barely able to hook up with this incident in Heishan Town, what role did the other parts have
I tentatively stalked my neck and asked, "Grandpa Mu, is this over?"
He turned his head around and saw that everyone was looking at him as weird as I did, and he gave a light cough, "Later... I went to visit that friend again... . ... ... ”
Grandpa Mu took his look straight, and the atmosphere immediately became a lot more serious:
After more than two decades, when Grandpa Mu was looking forward to seeing his old friend, he didn't want to, but the old man was already covered in loess!
Wuqing’s tombstone has been weather-beaten, and long stubble stands in the wild, almost unable to identify the name and surname in the monument. The deceased buried there should have been in the ruins for many years.
Later, after inquiring about Grandpa Mu, he was distraught and learned: It turned out that after the old friend broke away with him in tears, he seemed to have some mental problems. Often inexplicable hysteria and howling. And, accompanied by a very serious tendency to violence, he was imprisoned in a mental hospital the following year.
As for when he died and how did he die
No one can answer these two questions!
Some people say that he was tortured to death by a caregiver in the second year. Others said that three or four years later, he died of cerebral suffocation due to an overdose of sedatives.
There is a more wicked saying, saying that Grandpa Mu's friend is actually a ghost pretending to be a human being. Someone saw the legendary ghost chase take him away.
In short, it is not uncommon for one or two people to die in that era. Besides, he is still a'second master' who lives in a mental hospital, and no one wants to intervene.
The courtyard hastily walked through the scene and buried people.
Grandpa Mu didn't give up at that time, so he cleaned up his mood and went to visit some hospital staff. After some setbacks, the cause of death of the old friend is still clueless.
However, he heard the same thing from several people—when his friend was sent to the mental hospital, he was muttering the four words'Essence of Landscape' all day long!
What is the essence of this landscape? Is it one thing, or does it mean something else
Grandpa Mu paused, I realized that he was about to talk about the main event next, and I solemnly straightened my waist and stared at him intently, waiting for the next step.
He buffered a little, and pressed his voice: "What a beauty of the landscape, it took me more than ten years to search for it before I finally found out a little bit of information!"
"Xiaowen, Ahuang, do you know, what else is the name of this spirit of landscape?"
He suddenly asked a question, leaving Uncle Huang and Wenfang in a daze, staring at each other and shook his head together: I don't know!
"Dragon Blood!" He said solemnly, biting the accent.
As soon as these two words were spoken, Huang Shu and Wenfang's expressions suddenly changed drastically, and the voice of'Ah' stared at him incredulously.
"Dragon Blood!" Uncle Huang reacted the most, standing up directly from his seat, supporting the table with both hands, as if he was about to choose someone to eat. Eyes flushed with excitement, staring at Grandpa Mu and asked, "Okay, old man Mu, is your mind confused or awkward? Is there really that baby in this world?"
Grandpa Mu nodded: "According to the data I investigated, the essence of landscape is indeed dragon blood! It's just that this is the name of dragon blood by the Gnostics in the pre-Qin period. No one called it that way as early as the end of Han Dynasty!"
Listening to the words of the two of them, I became more and more confused, what exactly is this dragon blood? How can the old bandit Huang Shu get so excited
Moreover, with the experience of Gu Yunguo last time, my brain hurts as soon as I hear the word dragon.
So, I leaned my head and asked in a low voice in Wenfang's ear, "Wenfang, what is the dragon blood they were talking about? Is the blood on the dragon's body?"
Wen Fang rubbed his ears, stared at me displeasedly, and explained a little: "Dragon's blood, it is said that it first refers to a mysterious body discovered in the mountains during the pre-Qin period, and has a very special healing power. Anyone who has an injury or illness, as long as they drink that kind of sex, they will soon recover miraculously as before."
"People at the time didn't know where this kind of sex came from. They thought it was the blood left in the world by the dragon, so they called it dragon blood."
After listening to her, I nodded secretly: These ancient people just like to fool around! If you don't understand a little bit, you just yanked at Ren Jialong.
The dragon tendons of the ancient cloud kingdom is a living example. It is obvious that his mother's is an egg, so I want to take such a bluffing name!
However, according to the current thinking of Grandpa Mu, this iron box should contain some kind of'dragon blood'.
However, what Wen Fang just said about the efficacy of dragon blood to cure all diseases is like the He Bo Shenshui in the town.
I couldn't help thinking: Could it be that Li Lang's purpose of going down to the bottom of the dark tunnel was actually to get dragon blood? But where does the hole pass
What is the essence of this kind of dragon blood? The most important point is, before Wang Ling died, why did he take his breath and leave the instructions that he could not open the box
My heart is in a mess.
Uncle Huang couldn't help but feel the heat in his heart, rubbing his hands on the lock, and muttering to himself: "I've finally come around this time, so I'm lucky enough to encounter this kind of god! Recently, I always feel a little waist. It hurts..."
Uncle Huang's hand got closer and closer. At the last moment, Grandpa Mu shouted and stopped him: "A Huang, wait a minute! Is this box containing dragon blood... At present, we are not sure... ... Just in case, don't open it yet!"
Uncle Huang, the old bandit, stopped in the air and hummed sullenly: "Old man Mu, I said you are all too old, why are you getting more timid? What's the accident? No matter, I'm set for today!"
Uncle Huang's temper is sometimes very muddled, so he criticizes Grandpa Mu, but makes him very angry.
Speaking of the end, it was more like he had received a great personality insult, and he stretched out his hand violently and grabbed the lock. Then, after a strong twist of the "click" sounded, the lid of the iron box automatically popped open, revealing a thumb-wide gap.
The sudden move of the old bandit was bigger than we all expected. It was too late when I wanted to stop it, and the seam exposed by the iron box made everyone stare at him with extremely ugly expressions.
"Why do you all look at me?"
Uncle Huang guiltyly twitched the corner of his mouth, and pointed to the box, "Hey, it's not me! Who knows that this broken box can't stand grabbing so much? Uncle, I didn't try hard, it opened by itself! "
"Boy Yan, tell me honestly! Did you want to frame Uncle and moved the box ahead of time?"
While talking, this unqualified old bandit did not hesitate to take my knife. I was trembling all over when I was so angry, I wanted to rush to fight him.
However, a strange smell that suddenly appeared at this time attracted my attention.
I subconsciously looked in the direction where the scent was coming from, and a black cock popped out of the cracks in the iron box on the coffee table, and the lid slowly lifted upwards by itself.
When the lid of the box was lifted to the top, the box body suddenly shook, then it calmed down and there was no movement.
Everyone looked at each other face to face. Without being reminded by others, they had already taken the initiative to stand up from their seats, taking advantage of the height, carefully stretched their necks, and looked inside the box... (End of this chapter)