Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

"I know that person, he is almost tight-lipped, otherwise he wouldn't be called this, but originally this person has a great connection with Taoism." The old man explained, "But I haven't seen him for a long time in these years, and I don't know how he is now. Otherwise, how about we go and see him early tomorrow morning?"

"That's fine."

It's already eleven or twelve o'clock now, I feel a little sleepy, so I fell into a deep sleep.

At night, I seemed to have a very strange dream, and I forgot where that place happened.

But the only thing I can still remember is that sentence.

"Amitabha."

The rest seems to have been forgotten.

The next morning, we went out and came directly to the place where the lock king was.

It was a small courtyard, on the west side of the town. It seemed to be a very quiet place with fewer people, but we pushed open the door and walked in directly. It was a small courtyard, which seemed very quiet.

No wonder, people here really enjoy life, and almost every place can be regarded as a tourist attraction.

"Who are you looking for?"

The old man and I were immersed in the wonderful atmosphere, when suddenly a young man came over and looked at us carefully.

"Unlock."

I said.

"Really?"

The man looked at us a little strangely, but after all, there was a guest, so he didn't object.

"Let's go, where is it, take me there?"

After the man finished speaking, he said in confusion.

"By the way, I'm not looking for you, but the lock king."

The old man said seriously.

The man was stunned, "Do you know my father?"

"What, your father?"

I understood, "Yes, we are going to find him."

"Then I'm sorry, you go."

The young man seemed to want to drive us away, and it seemed that he didn't intend to let us stay here, and then he was busy with the lock in his hand.

It was a very delicate lock, which should have appeared in the Ming Dynasty.

Sure enough, what the old man said was right. This locksmith not only opened locks, but also liked to collect some old stuff, so he was basically in the same line of work as us, and his research on antiques was no less than those old scholars with glasses and thick bottle bottoms.

"By the way, we also..."

The old man was about to say something, but an ominous premonition appeared between his eyebrows, "Could it be..."

The boy didn't speak, just knocked on the side.

"What happened to him?"

I asked.

"Dead."

The boy frowned and said.

"What?"

The old man almost jumped up.

"Why are you so startled?" I was scared and didn't know what happened.

"How long has it been?"

I asked.

"Many years." The boy replied.

He didn't deceive us from his expression, and there was no need to do so.

"No wonder, I think you look like that person..."

The old man touched his stubble, as if the old man was very concerned about why he couldn't grow a beard. He hadn't shaved it for so many years, but it just wouldn't grow.

"How did he die?"

The old man was very straightforward and asked this question.

Unexpectedly, the boy didn't seem to mind and told us the origin of the matter.

Many years ago, when the boy was still a teenager, he liked to open locks and collect some old stuff like his father. In his memory, they often ran around and seemed to have no fixed place to live, but the lock king couldn't bear to see his child running around all day.

So he decided to find a place to settle down and live there all year round.

Of course, with such a skill, there is absolutely no need to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

He just found a storefront in this town and moved in.

From then on, there was no trouble.

But two years later, one day, the lock king was repairing his house, and suddenly a few people broke in from outside. He thought they were troublemakers, but it turned out to be a few monks. Those people seemed to be begging for alms. After he gave them a lot of steamed buns and some scattered money, the monks did not leave, as if they were still waiting for something.

Later, the monks said that they wanted Suo Wang to participate in the renovation of Guangjie Temple, and there were many things they needed help with.

At that time, Suo Wang was stunned.

This order was naturally a lot of business.

Because he was almost an omnipotent person, anyone who knew him naturally knew his ability. He could repair antique cultural relics, locks, and even some miscellaneous things very beautifully, just like creating works of art.

So many people were willing to ask him for help.

But the price was not cheap.

Although Suo Wang was stunned, he finally went, not for anything else, but because of the ingot of silver, which was very heavy and valuable.

Those monks had no bad intentions, and since they left so much silver, they followed him.

And this was only part of the deposit.

The boy recalled, "Since then, I have never seen him come back."