Neither I nor the fat man expected that this dead pangolin could move. The fat man was dumb, and I sat on the rock, panicking.
The scorched pangolin that was struck by lightning, still curled up into a ball, rushed towards me. I hurriedly dodged and stood up, dodging in time. The pangolin slammed into the stone, and its body shook suddenly. The scale that was about to fall off jumped up.
I have a sharp eye, and I grabbed the scales in one hand. At the same time, the pangolin that hit the rock stopped moving and lay down on the ground crookedly.
It was only at this moment that I could see clearly that there was a small pangolin hidden under this pangolin.
This little pangolin was obviously not dead. It was very likely that it was dizzy by the thunderstorm just now, and it was only at this moment that it recovered.
"Oh! Iron-backed pangolin scales!" The fat man saw that the scales he was about to get ran into my hands again. He was anxious at that time and rushed over to ask: "Brother, you can't help but be reasonable, this It’s mine."
"Didn't you just say that whoever gets it?" I took the scales into my arms and looked down at this little pangolin.
The little pangolin was alive and well. When it crawled out from under the smashed pangolin, its body swayed and rubbed the dead pangolin vigorously.
Seeing this scene, I can think that when the iron-backed pangolin was struck by thunder, the little pangolin refused to leave. The iron-backed pangolin protected the little pangolin with its body, allowing it to save its life under the thunder.
When I think of this, I suddenly feel a little sad, a little sad. Even for wild animals like pangolins, they know that they are deeply affectionate and far better than some people.
"Brother, these are my scales. Really, it's mine." The fat man wanted to get the scales away, and circled around me: "You saw it just now. I worked so hard. The scales are taken off at one point. You can be considered a bargain. You are not kind..."
I ignored the fat man and looked at the little pangolin again. The little pangolin is obviously innocent, but, after all, it is also a spiritual thing, knowing that the ironback pangolin is dead.
It stood blankly beside the corpse of the iron-backed pangolin, for a moment, like a child who didn't know where to return home, pitifully.
"Oh, pitiful." The fat man looked at the little pangolin, slapped his lips, and said, "It's such a small pangolin, anyhow, it's a life, now there's no one to rely on, brother, for the sake of this little pangolin, you can Can't you give me the scales?"
"What does the little pangolin do to you?"
"He has been homeless since then. I can't take it in? Since it is taken in? You have to take care of it with great pains. Its parents are in the sky, and you can close your eyes at ease." The fat man said solemnly: "I will look for his parents. It’s important to pay for support, isn’t that too much?"
The fat man said one thousand words and ten thousand, anyway he wanted to ask for the scales of this iron-backed pangolin. I kept this scale, but I actually didn't know what it was. When I saw the fat man burning on fire, I said to him, "Let’s talk about it first. I lent you this scale."
"What..." The fat man was dumbfounded and said: "Well, it was originally mine, but you took it inadvertently. Now even if it is lent to me, it is Cheng Chengcheng, what you say is what you say
. "
"When you have made a five-color golden man, if I am useful, lend it to me."
"This is easy to discuss." The fat man agreed with one bite. The five-color golden man recognizes the lord, and the spirits of other people live on the five-color golden man. As long as the fat man moves his hands and feet, the spirit will be forced to leave, so he is not afraid of who will use the five-color golden man. The golden man was snatched away: "I live in Baicang Mountain. When do you want to use the five-color golden man, just look for me."
I took out the scales, and the fat man was almost drooling when he saw it, and grabbed it in his hand.
"You let go." The fat man squeezed and said, "If you don't let go, how can I take it away."
"One more thing, don't break your promise, if you break your promise, I will tell the people all over the riverbank about your weakness one by one."
"Don't don't." The fat man's face was green, and he shook his head quickly: "Aren't you cheating me? Don't tell anyone anymore."
The fat man dug a hole and buried the body of the iron-backed pangolin. He also placed three large rocks and made a mark.
"When you come back to Qingming, come here to see." The fat man patted the little pangolin, and pocketed it with his clothes.
On the way back, the fat man was in a good mood. With the iron armor scales struck by lightning and the skull of a five-color golden man, he was put together as a complete piece. As long as he returned to Bai Cang Mountain, he could make the golden man good.
"The opportunity is not to be missed, the loss will never come." The fat man said to me as he walked: "Now that the human road has appeared, Huang Quantu has heard that there has been a whereabouts, and many people are looking for it. I can't be left behind. If you are outside, Don’t forget to let you know if you hear any wind."
"Where do I have that spare time, go to Huang Quantu's business." I shook my head, I don't know whether Huang Quantu can find the treasure, and I don't want to know. What I care about is where did Qingluo, who originally controlled Huangquantu, go.
"That's your noble." The fat man gave me his thumbs up: "I admire you, I am ashamed, I'm just a layman..."
"Don't talk nonsense." I interrupted the fat man and asked, "Ask you something, have you ever heard of it, dozens of people are digging something in shallow water, and when the Huangquan map appears, these dozens of people But it's gone?"
"Have you heard of it?" The fat man thought for a while and said, "Those people, they are not digging."
"What are you doing?"
"They were all deceived."
The fat man said that his master had sought Huangquantu back then, so he collected some information on the road to the world, but he didn't succeed, and the messy information was passed on to the fat man. Fatty just waited until this time when the road to the world came out of the rivers and lakes, a lot of information was available.
I have seen dozens of people digging in the water once, and Xiao Qicai has also seen it once. However, the one I witnessed, because I left with Qingluo ahead of time, I didn't see the end, but Xiao Qicai could see clearly.
The fat man said that those people are basically civilian husbands and villagers who were deceived by the human road. They deceived them to dig things and give generous rewards. Those who originally eat with their own strength are naturally happy.
However, once called by the human road, most of them will never come back.
"Where are these people?"
"They were all taken to Huangquan Road."
"You bullshit."
"What nonsense am I talking about
truth. "
The fat man told me that Huangquan Road can be connected to Huangquan Road. At the end of Huangquan Road, there is a gate. If you open that door, you actually control Huangquan Road. Those people were all pulled to be coolies and dragged the door.
But no one knows how heavy the gate at the end of Huangquan Road is. The gate can't be opened for a day, and Huangquan Road will not stop for a day. People on the road on the earth will deceive people to fill in the pit, repeating the cycle, endlessly.
I thought the fat man was talking nonsense, but after listening to it, I suddenly remembered the scene on the Huangquan map, as well as the fake master and Qingluo's narration.
The things they told were not at the same time. However, judging from the story, the place they went seemed to be consistent with the scene on the Huangquan map.
This shows that there is really a place in the world that is the same as the one drawn in Huangquantu.
A long road, beside a slowly flowing river, at the end of the road, there is a gate like a mountain...
"What I told you is true. Don't believe me. If you change someone else, I won't tell him." The fat man said, "Brother, you often bump outside anyway. If there is news, you will not do it yourself. , Just tell me, once I succeed, your benefits will be indispensable."
The fat man seemed to be interested in making friends with me. He didn't know my details. However, the fat man knew in his heart. He kept saying that there was a longevity mark on the top of my head, and he was definitely not an ordinary person.
When it comes to these, my head gets bigger again. I don’t even know the mystery that happened to me.
However, I vaguely feel that this seems to have something to do with my life experience.
It's just that his own life experience is now a big mystery. The only person involved in the Nine Changed Daoist told me everything he knew, but he couldn't guess more results.
It seems that these things are just like what the fake master said to me at the beginning. Don't deliberately look for things that you shouldn't know yourself. You have been pursuing them, and you can't find the results. If it is time for you to know, the answer will emerge on your own.
After thinking about it, my mood is a little depressed. It is indeed a great sorrow for a person if he does not even know where he came from or even his parents.
The fat man and I walked back to the outside of the Broken Mountain Gorge. We had tossed around for almost all night. We just sat down for a while before the day was light. The two brothers from the Yang family were a little better, prepared a cart, and planned to continue on their way.
The fat man took the small pangolin and the iron back scale and left. He was anxious, and wanted to go back and build the five-color gold man, and then use it as a backing to fight for the yellow spring picture. I didn't stop him either. For this kind of thing, as long as people are determined, it's useless to persuade others.
After the fat man left, the three of us rushed to Xuankongguan. The rest of the road passed by was mostly uninhabited wasteland, with no shops in front of the village, and they took turns driving the car. I slept intermittently a few times before I swept away the exhaustion in my body.
After walking for three more days, at noon on the fourth day, we rushed to the Hanging View. The Xuan Kong Temple has begun to be abandoned, and the incense has been broken, and there is no one to take care of it. I didn't go inside the Xuankongguan, but according to the advice of Taoist Jiubian, I came to the back mountain of Xuankongguan and found the grave he dug for himself at the time.
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