Tomb Bride: A Millennium Immortal Jade Face Beauty

The mouse took Nalanhong and Nalan Rongbai off to the expressway heading back to Changbai Mountain and said goodbye in a hurry, using the excuse that he and Lili were going to Heilongjiang to participate in the Ice and Snow Tourism Festival.These words can fool others but not Nalanhong.

"Wu Shuang has gone to Heilongjiang again, Uncle Rong, in your opinion, where will he go? Go back to the Tong Jia clan? Or go to the clan of the Ulanara clan?" Nalan Hong discussed with the old slave Nalan Rongbai.

"This kid is too cunning and his whereabouts are unpredictable, but he will definitely not waste time for nothing, but let's leave him alone for now, let's go home and take care of your leg first! It won't take long, Wushuang is fine , whether it's your Ulanara girl or the Fucha family, they will all gather at the holy mountain, and you, the mountain guard, will have to show your respect as a landlord."

Meihui and I drove all the way to Harbin, bypassed the south bank of the Hailang River, a tributary on the left bank of Harbin, and entered the boundary of Mudanjiang. There is a small county called Hailin City about 20 kilometers west of Mudanjiang City. Located in a village near Hailin City, this village is called Guta Village.

It's just that we are not natives of Mudanjiang, and my understanding of Ninggu Pagoda is limited to this.In such a huge Hailin City, looking for a small village is like looking for a needle in a haystack.The local Manchu culture is rich, and the villages and towns are dominated by Manchus, but now almost all of them have been sinicized, let alone ask about the ruins of the old ancient tower village, and they can’t even speak a complete sentence of Manchu. Compared with our Manchu culture in Jilin Province, the protection of ethnic culture in Heilongjiang is far from enough.

Satellite maps were not popular in those years, and there were so many villages in such a large area, even if there were many with the same name.

For this reason, Meihui and I went to the Mudanjiang City Library to look up the local county annals, and finally found the name of a small town, Changting Town, in the yellowed pages.There is a village under the town, also called Guta Village, followed by brackets (the ruins of the Guning Pagoda).

The two of us didn't want to delay any more, so we drove to the ancient village without stopping.It was already ten minutes after sunset when we arrived in Changting Town, and the off-road vehicle could no longer drive. There was a heavy snowstorm in the past few days, and there were no sanitation workers in the countryside. There was not much snow in the town and on the roads, but the small roads in the countryside No one cares about the snow.Although this is the ruins of Ninggu Pagoda, it has long been forgotten by later generations with the immersion of history.Now it is the investigation of folklorists, and I am afraid that more people are going to see the ruins of the ancient pagoda in Xinning, because there is no trace of Manchurian culture in this place at all.

Changting Town is a poor village surrounded by mountains and not much arable land. Most young people have gone to work in Harbin or Mudanjiang.In winter, heavy snow falls, and the whole town is very depressed after nightfall, with few pedestrians, only the shops on both sides of the main street are still dimly lit.

"I can't go anymore, it's snowing too much, we're going to spend the night here tonight!" Meihui and I casually found a snack to deal with it.

Maybe it's because I'm tired from driving all day, or it's because the folk customs in this rural area are simple and the cooking is all original. In the end, both of our stomachs became round.In the countryside, even if you have money, you have no place to spend it. You searched and searched. There is no big hotel in a small town. You only found a small hotel with a few rooms.