The Secret Art of Refining the Dead: The Walking Corpse File

Chapter 195 Thunder Valley

Early the next morning, I was woken up by the sound of roosters crowing and various dogs barking.

The country people wake up early, and most of them are up at this moment. Since there is no gas in this place, we rely on firewood to boil water, which is very troublesome, so Tang Linlin and I just washed with cold water casually, and our faces were cold. All red.

Waking up overnight, it was snowing in the mountains, and about two centimeters of thin snow had accumulated in the yard. Some children were trying to build a snowman, but the amount of snow wasn't enough, so they didn't succeed.

The old man made breakfast for us, greeted us to eat hot food, and wandered around after the meal. At noon, the equipment ordered by Tan Ren arrived. He was very thoughtful. There were four equipment bags in total, all of which were The outdoor equipment for mountaineering is much easier to carry than the load in the Burmese jungle last time.

I opened the equipment and checked it. There are necessary equipment such as mountaineering skis and ropes. In addition, there is a camera.Tan Ren told the old man that we were part of the photography team, and we came to explore the mountains to take pictures, and gave the old man some travel expenses, asking him to lead the way and lead us to the place where their ancestors held sacrifices.

There is no work in the winter, and the old man will not shirk this matter of earning extra money. He immediately put on a thick jacket and started to take us to the mountains. As he walked, he said: "Our place is remote. Mountains are connected one after another, and tourism development is being carried out outside, but they can’t be developed here. When I was young, I often heard stories from adults, saying that there are many gods living in this mountain, and they can fly in the sky with swords..."

Tang Linlin answered with a smile, and said, "I know, it's the sword fairy, right? It's often shown on TV now."

The old man chuckled, and said: "Isn't it? I grew up listening to these stories of ghosts and fairies. There used to be a road leading to the edge of the cliff. Later, no one walked, and the road was blocked. It will be difficult to walk, so be careful not to fall."

I said: "Don't worry, I won't fall, it's the old man, you should be careful, we are not in a hurry, let's go slowly."

The old man was full of energy, he didn't take a breath, and said, "I've walked the mountain road all my life, I can't help it." In fact, Longyin Ridge is formed by a large and a small mountain range close together. Climbing up the small mountains, I have to climb up the big mountains. Fortunately, I have been exercising for half a year, and I don’t feel too tired. On the contrary, I feel that the air is quite clear.

After all, the old man was getting old and his physical strength couldn't keep up. We stopped and stopped for more than three hours before we finally reached the edge of the legendary cliff.

At this time, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and there were gray snow clouds floating in the sky. The sun was covered by the snow clouds, and it looked very cold. The surrounding stones and treetops were covered with white snow sporadically. .We stood on the edge of the cliff, and the cold wind howled from a distance, blowing Tang Linlin's long hair with the wind. The cold and fresh air made people feel refreshed.

Standing tall, I can naturally see far away. At this moment, because of the cold and snow, everything around me looks foggy. However, the scene under the cliff makes me feel magical.

This cliff is at least a hundred meters high by visual estimation. Standing on the edge of the cliff and looking down, the instinct of human fear of heights will come out, making people stiff and dizzy.Under the cliff, there are large expanses of green, dense forests, lakes that appear and disappear in the forest, and at a glance, they extend straight to the distant mountains, without any trace of snow. The space seems to be separated by an invisible cover, forming two climates.

Panting, the old man sat down to rest, and said, "When I was young, I often came here to play." People like to recall when they are old, and he didn't care whether we listened or not, and talked about some childhood things on his own.Children at that time were very courageous, and they were used to wild things in the mountains. At the age of seven or eight, they dared to poke beehives and beat wild dogs.Occasionally, he would run to this place with his friends to play swing games.

What kind of swing?
That is definitely something that today's children can't understand, and current parents absolutely dare not let their children experience it.

At that time, many vine-like plants grew on the cliff, long strips, hanging like green ribbons.They collected these vines, tied them into ropes hundreds of meters long, fixed one end to the centuries-old tree beside the cliff, tied the other end to a plank, and then hung the rope made of vines down, The person is sliding down slowly, and finally stands on the wooden board and swings.

Because the length of the rope is long enough, after swinging, jump down, but the distance of more than two meters is to the end, and then bathe and swim in the lake below. If it is still early, dig earthworms to fish, and carry the big fish back Home.

Later, when the adults in the family found out, they were terrified and beat up a bunch of brats so that they were not allowed to go again. Not only that, they also chopped off the swings they had worked so hard to make. After that, a group of bears Children rarely come here.

The old man recalled: "The winter is warm and the summer is cool down there. There are all kinds of mountain delicacies, such as wild mushrooms, wild fungus, big fat fish, pheasant, and wild duck. There are more of them than other mountains, and it is easy to catch them." Yes. I didn’t eat well in the past. Sometimes adults wanted to improve their lives. They would also use vines to make ropes and go down to hunt game. In the year of the Great Famine, thanks to the things under the cliff, the lives of our village were saved. .”

Tan Ren didn't listen to the old man's words. He observed the terrain on his own, nodded slightly and said: "Surrounded by mountains on three sides, there is only one air outlet, which hides the wind and absorbs the air. It is a treasure land of geomantic omen, and the overall terrain is sunken, with the west high east. The low trend is like a natural greenhouse."

The old man was taken aback and said, "Hey, do you know how to read Fengshui? It is said that there is a land of gods under this cliff. Before, no one dared to go down for fear of offending the gods. After the famine, some people dared to go down to find food. The gods inside are not angry."

Tang Linlin was overjoyed, and said: "Master, you have a fairy in your mouth, have you ever seen it?"

The old man saw that Tang Linlin was laughing at him, so he said, "Little girl, at my age, I have eaten more salt than you. Come here, come here, I will show you..." Originally, he I was sitting and resting on the rock next to me, but now I stood up, and holding Tang Linlin's hand, I walked to the edge of the cliff, a position that is prone to accidents if I don't pay attention, which shocked me a lot , Worried that his old man's foot slipped and fell into the fairy land.

But this old man is obviously used to walking in the mountains. He didn't say he was afraid of heights. Instead, he pointed to the green hills in the distance and said, "Do you see those two mountains? Go through the forest under the cliff and walk between the two mountains." Between them is a valley. The one with a name is Thunder Valley."

I followed his line of sight, and at the end of my line of sight, there were indeed two big mountains, steaming with Korean air, shrouded in clouds and mists, and the green hills half-hidden and half visible, really smelling like a treasured land of immortality.

Zhou Xuanye squinted his eyes, and said, "The mountains make the valleys, old man, the people in your village, have they ever been to the valley over there?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I haven't been there, I heard about it. At that time, the branch secretary of our village said that at that time, we produced collectively, and the prey could be exchanged for centimeters. He is not from our Qiaojia Village, no Keeping the rules of the ancestors, it’s okay to go down to hunt, and look at the depths. It is said that the deeper the place, the bigger the size of the prey, and the rabbit grows as big as a dog. You say...the rabbit can grow that kind of size?"

Tang Linlin touched her chin and said, "Maybe it's a genetically modified rabbit?"

"What gene?" The old man was a little confused, so he asked.

Talking to the old man about genetic modification definitely doesn't make sense, Tang Linlin immediately brought the topic over and said, "It's nothing, it's nothing. You mean that the book took people to go deep, to the valley where?"

"Yes." The old man answered the chatterbox and said, "I heard that they saw gods in that valley, and there were many fairy birds, but they didn't go too deep. When the gods got angry, the sky began to thunder. You No wonder, the thunder struck in the valley, and the lightning chased people everywhere and killed two people. It was said that two people were killed. Later, the branch secretary escaped with others and ordered no one to go hunting. That's how it got its name."

immortal?

fairy bird?

My heart moved, could it be that he is a member of Yiyu Sect?

But, what happened to the thunder and lightning that the old man said?

Could it be that the person in the Feather Gate really knows spells?

(End of this chapter)