Tomb robbing: The survivors of the ruins will live forever from Pingshan

Chen Zhao looked strange.

I stood at the ferry and waited for a long time.

I finally waited for a 70-year-old man.

He was towing a sampan, carrying a trawl net on his shoulders, and a bamboo basket containing fish hanging from his waist.

Bent body.

walking very slowly.

Apparently he was an old fisherman nearby.

since ancient times.

In addition to farming and watching the weather, most people depend on the mountains and the water to make ends meet.

"Father."

Finally met someone.

Chen Zhao immediately stepped forward and said hello.

"Call me?"

The old man seemed to be a bit deaf and yelled several times before he realized what he was doing.

He pointed at himself and said with a surprised look on his face.

"Yes, old man, I want to ask, why is there no ferry boat here today?"

"Young man is from another place, right?"

The old man laughed when he heard it.

Chen Zhao was even more surprised.

Although he is dusty and dusty, it seems that most pedestrians on the road are like this these days.

"Yes, it just arrived today."

Even though he was confused, Chen Zhao nodded.

"That's not surprising. Let me tell you, young man, today is Dragon King's Day, and everyone is praying for rain."

The old man spoke with a heavy accent.

But I can barely understand it.

Dragon King Festival?

Ask for rain?

Hearing these two words, Chen Zhao's expression became even weirder.

But on second thought.

It seems like nothing is too much these days.

After entering the territory of northern Shaanxi, famine was indeed rampant along the way, and the land was bare for thousands of miles.

"It's been almost two months without a drop of rain. If this continues, how can the people survive?"

The old man looked helpless.

His eyes were full of bitterness.

talking room.

Seeing Chen Zhao, he was stunned and lost his mind.

Without saying much, he dragged the sampan and continued walking towards the water.

"Old man, let me help you."

He stepped forward and took the sampan boat from his hand, and then took off the huge net bag.

He continued to ask as he walked.

"Old man, where is the Dragon King Festival?"

"It's not far. A few miles ahead, there's Xifengdu and a temple fair. It's lively."

The old man stretched out his hand to build an awning and pointed to the distance.

in the direction of his fingers.

Chen Zhao looked far into the distance.

But his vision is far beyond ordinary people.

It was also difficult to see the ferry temple a few miles away.

but……

On the Yellow River shrouded in mist.

However, a few shadows can be vaguely seen.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, or if it’s just a ship used to worship the Dragon King.

"You can have a look then."

Chen Zhao responded casually.

"If you are not in a hurry, you can go to the Dragon King Temple over there in Longling to worship. The incense is very popular and the spirit is real."

"There is a Dragon King's true body enshrined there."

"How many people go to burn incense so that they can have a baby next year..."

But the old man became interested.

He reached out and pointed to the other side of the Yellow River.

Baring his remaining teeth.

He said with a serious look.

"If you have time... do you always talk about Longling?"

Chen Zhao was thinking about crossing the river and rushing outside the pass as soon as possible.

Starting from Pingshan, many days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Or under the circumstances of starry night.

If they weren't fed with good quality food, I'm afraid even the two famous horses wouldn't be able to withstand such a long-distance attack.

He answered absentmindedly.

But that was only half the story.

Others reacted suddenly.

There was a hint of disbelief on his face.

The name Longling is not uncommon.

If you ask around casually, there are not twenty, but seven or eight.

The Dragon King Temple is even more sparse and unusual.

Fishermen and boat owners who rely on the water to make a living mostly worship the Water Dragon King for peace and security.

People living by the water also pray for good weather and good harvests in the coming year.

But the two names Longling and Longwang Temple are put together.

It’s hard not to relate to something.

"That... old man, what do you call this?"

Take a deep breath.

After suppressing the anxiety in his heart, Chen Zhao asked.

"Here, Lijiacun is not included. It should be between Lijiacun and Liujiafan."

The old man was quite serious and thought about it carefully before speaking.

"No, old man, I'm asking the county seat."

"Oh, Gulan County, that's what it's called now. It used to be called Shen, I don't know."

Gulan County!

Longling, Fishbone Temple.

Hear what the old man said.

Chen Zhao was finally convinced that he was right.

This place actually turns out to be the location of the Longling Mysterious Cave.

Even the fish bone temple, according to the old man’s wishes, is still very popular today.

But think about it.

Calculate according to the timeline.

The Fish Bone Temple only took a few years to build.

As for the one who built the temple, it was naturally Zhang Sanlian’s disciple Jin Abacus.

By setting up incense for the Dragon King.

Sneak into that Western Zhou tomb.

pity……

He forgot the words left by his master Zhang Sanye.

If you touch the gold captain, if you combine, you will live or you will die.

He lived alone along the Yellow River for many years.

At first, only a few words of information were heard from the local people.