Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

Chapter 290 Descendants of the Eastern Qiang Tribe

At this time, Lin Yi and Chen Erwa were still working hard in the cave.

There are nine layers of stacked 'Qinggang sticks'.

The thickest one is stuck right in the middle. Only by prying off all the upper ones can we access the oak stake at the core.

Lin Yi lowered his head and turned on the indicator light on his watch.

Time is very against them.

The current time is close to seven o'clock in the morning. If according to the previous plan, it should be the time when he sent a message to Pujing Temple, actively contacting the Nanpai, and using the other party's mouth.

Now, not only is he in a state of disconnection, but he has not gained any major gains.

We can only hope that Fifth Brother, Qian Sheng, and Bai Lu can act accordingly.

Wang Qiang must have been anxiously waiting, but they have known each other for such a long time, although most of the time Qiangzi is a "crap", but at this juncture, he should not be so impulsive that he plunged into the water Come to them, shall we?
"Brother Lin, I can't do it, I can't do it, take a break, I'm too tired."

Chen Erwa almost crawled out of the water, supported her body with her hands and climbed up the shallows. She found a slightly flatter place and lay down on her back, breathing heavily.

His workload was very heavy. He had to dive into the water and overcome the buoyancy of the lever, and together with Lin Yi, he pushed these green gang sticks to the bottom of the water.

The first few progressed relatively smoothly, and the progress of the two slowly slowed down.

Lin Yi needed to run at both ends. Here he helped Chen Erwa pull the crowbar underwater. From time to time, he had to go back to the shore and continue pulling into the water with a rope.

He was too tired himself.

"Rest, you really need to rest! Come, drink some water, and eat something."

Chen Erwa lay on the ground and waved her hands.

"No appetite.

Brother Lin, to be honest, it’s you. If you want to change someone else, I won’t take your job if you give me a lot of money.What exactly is in this green stick?Is it more precious than real gold and silver? "

"Have you heard of 'King Yu Jiuding'?"

After Lin Yi finished asking, Chen Erwa simply jumped up from the ground like a carp.

"Da Yu, the Dayu who controlled the water? I wouldn't know it! The nine big tripods he cast? Just put them in this one? How big is that tripod? Can it fit?"

"I'm just speculating based on the information I have. This tripod was probably smashed into several pieces and installed in this oak pile."

"Smashed? Isn't that thing destroyed?"

"This thing needs a meaning. Even if it is broken into slag, as long as it can be put together, its meaning still exists. And this kind of thing, if you don't break it into several pieces and transport it away, there is no way to carry it."

"Are you sure it must be true?"

"Whether it is true or not, you can only know if you open it and read it."

Lin Yi took a bite of the bread and replied.

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up!"

Chen Erwa's eyes lit up, she plunged directly into the water, poked her head out and waved at Lin Yi.

Lin Yi swallowed the bread in his hand whole, followed him into the water and continued to work.

The trio who stayed behind at Pujing Temple were restless at the moment, and their food was tasteless.

Now I just hope that the planes of these masters will land on time, say hello to them, formally say goodbye, and then go to Meishan to meet Wang Qiang to see if we can wait for news from Lin Yi,

If you can't wait, go back to Rongcheng before tonight.

Holding her mobile phone in her hand, Bai Lu has been keeping an eye on the flight situation.

The plane took off from Zhongzhou Airport on time and was about to land at Shuangliu Airport. The bus was already waiting at the airport. When they got off the plane, it would take them back to the temple without stopping.

While they were waiting, Master Shi Hengzhen, who had shown them around the Sutra Pavilion before, knocked on the door of the meditation room.

Qian Sheng went over to answer the door, said hello, and after asking about the purpose of his visit, he learned that it was the host who heard that they were interested in the carver of the unmarked monument in the courtyard, and that he was very good at rubbing the stone. So he sent his disciples to spread the word.

There is still a small part of the ruined stele underground. Because the fracture was very neat and shaped like a square stone, it was later used as a tea table by a certain abbot in front of the temple.

Later, when the temple was rebuilt, this stone table was used as a stepping stone for the presiding meditation room, and now it has been lying in the presiding courtyard, serving as a temporary seat.

And most importantly, there are dragon tails engraved on both sides of the bottom of the stele, which can echo the dragon head on the forehead of the stele.

The host hoped that they could also print this piece, and they could bring a few copies, as a thank you from the temple, and also leave some historical relics for the temple.

Is there such a good thing to hear?The present on that tablet is extremely important to them, even if they get one more word of clues, it can provide a lot of help.

Qian Sheng agreed without hesitation.

The three immediately followed Master Shi Hengzhen and went to the small courtyard hosted by him again.

The stubble-broken remnant stele happened to be placed next to the stone table in the yard, inconspicuous.

The last time they came in, they didn't find it at all.

Taking a closer look, it was exactly as the host said.

A great square piece of stone, but fortunately it has not been cut into smaller stones for use.

You can see two lifelike dragon tails on both sides, with different shapes and exquisite carvings.

The body of the dragon cannot be seen in most places on both sides of the monument, but the dragon's tail is carved at the bottom.

This goes against the common sense of "the dragon sees its head but not its tail".

However, Qian Sheng saw the doorway, and couldn't help but mutter to himself:

"The amount of information on this Tongbei is not only huge. If someone saw this Tongbei early, they would have solved the mystery of the underground palace of Pujing Temple. Look, isn't this just a hidden dragon?"

Maybe it's the craftsman's ingenuity, maybe it's unintentional.

The dragon entrenched on the stele made a posture of entering the water from the bottom of the stele, hiding its own figure in most of the stele body, leaving only the head and tail.

In this way, it can not only ensure that the stone tablet will not be top-heavy, but also hide the meaning of "hidden dragon".

The most important thing is that the text on the bottom of the tablet is not polished enough, as long as it is rubbed, the content on it will be clear at a glance.

Seeing this, Qian Sheng winked at Fifth Brother and Bai Lu.

After they helped carry the stone bar to the stone table, they pestered Master Shi Hengzhen and took him aside.

Only Qian Sheng was left to work here alone.

On Qian Sheng's side, he washed the stone strips, wiped off the water stains, covered them with rice paper, and just brushed them a few times before he saw a few lines of important text appearing.

It didn't matter, it almost dropped his jaw.

The inscription impressively stated that although Zhang Xianzhong was born in the northern region of the Sanqin, his ancestors were Eastern Qiang people who were called "Qianghu" during the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties.

(End of this chapter)