Chapter 503 Discovery in front of the ruined temple

The stones are pebbles, both big and small. The big ones are as big as tables, and the small ones are the same size as the most common pebbles in streams. None of these will surprise Huang Da and others. What surprised Huang Da and others was that there was a dilapidated building in the center of the open space. Even to describe it as dilapidated. Strictly speaking, there was only half a wall, a few sticks, and the crumbling roof. There were few tiles left on the roof. The only one well-preserved one was only a clay statue and an altar!

In Wang Kuang's eyes, pebbles have a different meaning. There was once a huge flood in this place, or in other words, there was a water flow with considerable water power that could rinse a stone as big as a tabletop into pebbles. It was not something that a small river could do, nor could a water flow with a gentle water flow. Only by reaching a certain speed and a certain flow of water flow can this be achieved. Judging from the distribution of these pebbles, they should have rushed down from the upstream. However, when we arrived here, the terrain suddenly slowed down and there was a hurdle blocking it, so we stopped.

That building should be a temple or a Taoist temple, but it is not close enough now, and I can't see the appearance of the statue clearly. I don't know if it is a Buddha, an immortal, or just a mountain god land? The construction was not very old, at most it is only a hundred years old, with white walls and black tiles, a typical style after the Jin Dynasty. When Wang Kuang changed the dressing room, he had a lot of communication with Wan Hai, and he also had a little understanding of the architectural styles of each dynasty and dynasty. He could recognize the style in front of him at a glance.

As I approached, I found another vague path winding from the entrance of the building to the foot of the mountain in the other direction. Perhaps no one walked around for many years. Except for the small stone slabs paved on the road, the rest of the place was covered with weeds. If it weren't for the stone paved on this road, the road would have long been buried in the long river of time. It can be seen that the stones paved on this road were all made of local materials, using the large piece of pebbles in front of the building.

After walking into the building, Wang Kuang looked for a long time before vaguely identifying that the people who offered sacrifices were mountain gods, not immortals and Buddhas. I think so, for mountain people, it is better to take care of them now than to be in charge of the current officials. The most closely related to their daily lives are small local gods such as mountain god land. Therefore, the land of mountain gods offered in each village is the most common, and only on the edge of large towns will there be immortals and Buddha temples to provide for wealthy families to pray for blessings.

At the altar, Wang Kuang stood still. He felt that this place should be the place where the monk Huamei had visited. The rest of the place was covered with dust. There was only a thin layer of dust on the altar. Obviously, someone had wiped it, but the time was far away. No one came again and again, and dust was covered with dust. In terms of time, it was almost the same as what the monk Huamei said.

Seeing that it was still early, Wang Kuang called Huang Zemin and Miao Jiu over: "You can look for it in front of and behind the houses of this temple. Is there any coin larger than copper coins, round, silver-white, covered with patterns, and a word like this." After Wang Kuang finished speaking, he wrote "1" on the altar and wrote a small word "yuan" in the lower right corner, and said: "Its color is silver-white, slightly darker than silver, and it is also a stainless-free thing." At this time, he regretted that he was too careful and did not bring the coin that the monk Painted Thrush gave him on his body, otherwise he would take it out and show it to them and ask them to search accordingly. There is no need to waste so many verbal explanations.

After Wang Kuang finished speaking, Sanbai, who was originally lying in his arms, suddenly became excited. After a few squeaks, he jumped off the ground from Wang Kuang's arms, saying that it was jumping down from the ground, or it was not covered with soil. Its footprints were all those pebbles that looked smooth and clean. At first, Wang Kuang didn't know what Sanbai wanted to do, but when he saw it leaning over and standing on the pebbles, he bent his waist and touching them in the cracks of the stone, he realized that this little guy couldn't help but feel excited when he heard "silver white and bright". Originally, all the silver white things were good toys in its eyes, and in his understanding of color, it could only understand silver white. So when Wang Kuang said that, it felt that there were toys again. Of course, he was worried that Huang Da and the others would find it first, so he jumped down to find it.

Wang Kuang's eyes lit up. Yes, Sanbai has a preference for silver-white and shiny things, and the little guy is short, small in size, and quick in movements. Isn't he hoped to find it even bigger? So he said to Huang Zekai and Miao Jiu: "You are responsible for finding the corners in front of and behind the house. In other places, Sanbai is enough."

The two responded and went to search separately. Huang Dada said: "I'll go find it too. One more person, one more hope."

Wang Kuang waved his hand: "No, I'm just holding a hope. If my feeling is right, this place should have been visited by my cheap master, but the possibility of something really is not high. It's more likely that you have to look for it at the source. You just use the gap before darkness to look for it."

Wang Kuang said this, Huang Da did not insist. He turned around and cleared out the ground at the entrance of the ruined temple. He moved a few stones to build a suggested stove. Then he called Huang Zekai and Miao Jiu who were looking for the ruined temple and said, "You two should pay attention, I'll go and get some wild animals."

The two responded and narrowed the scope of search. Wherever they looked, they could see Wang Kuang, and they didn't look for it behind the half wall. Seeing that the two of them were worried, Huang Da took the bow of the knife, put the hem of the robe and tied it around his waist, and set off.

Perhaps it was because the height on the mountain was enough, and the sun on the mountain seemed to be a little later than at the foot of the mountain, or it was Wang Kuang's illusion. At this moment, Wang Kuang squinted his eyes and looked at the setting sun, which was one punch away from the top of the mountain to the west, and felt a sense of time stagnation in his trance.

He was ecstatic and suddenly found that Sanbaisheng took out something from the crack of the rock, wiped it on the cloth bag tied around its waist, and stuffed it into his mouth. Sanbai had a vermicelli naan on his throat. If it usually had to compete with Wang Kuang, Wang Xian and Chou Chou, it would send the things directly into its mouth without chewing. It would be in the vermicelli. When the table was empty, it would hide aside and taste it slowly.

This clever ghost, Wang Kuang laughed in his heart, secretly ran behind Sanbai, pinched his hand on its plain naan, and realized it in his heart, and then reached out and said, "Let's spit it out."

Sanbai squeaked twice to protest, but saw that Wang Kuang still stretched his hands straight and was unmoved. Its eyes rolled around a few times and measured for a long time, as if estimating the gains and losses between giving and not giving. In the end, he still reluctantly spit out the things in the naan, but it was not at ease. As the things came out, there was a big mouthful of saliva. If it were Lin Yingzhi and Xiao Qiyi, they would definitely jump a few feet high and were busy throwing the things off, but this trick would not work for Wang Kuang.

Wang Kuang turned his palm and applied the three white saliva directly to it, saying, "You can wash it yourself if you are a little traitor. This thing is confiscated, but if you can find another one, that will belong to you."

What Sanbai spit out from his mouth was not a coin, but it was also something that should not appear in this era. It was a glass marble, not a glass marble with colorful stripes inside, but a fully transparent glass marble. Although no coins were found, Wang Kuang became more and more anticipated by the source of this mountain stream. It was obvious that, including the waiter, glass marble, and even the coins found in the past, all rushed down from the upstream.

As for the coins mentioned by the monk Huamei, he found them on the altar, there are two possibilities. One is that Huamei was not found on the altar, but in the pile of stones. The reason why he said so was because he was too lazy to explain so much, so he directly said that he found them on the altar. If he found them in the pile of stones, he had to describe the environment around the ruined temple to Wang Kuang, which would cost a lot of verbal remarks.

Another possibility is that the coin was discovered by someone else. After discovering it, he rummaged through the pile of stones for a long time until it was dark, so he had to spend one night in the dilapidated temple. As a result, when he was sleeping, the coin rolled down on the altar and was discovered by the monk Huamei.

But Wang Kuang is more inclined to make the first judgment, because if it were discovered by others, it would have been overturned here. In this world, like the thrush, there are not many people who can take fame, wealth and money indifferently. Even the monk Wuneng is a great master, and he also takes fame and fortune more seriously. Unlike ordinary people, his way of pursuing fame and fortune is more hidden.

Soon, Huang Da brought a pheasant and a few bamboo shoots over. Seeing the bamboo shoots, Wang Kuang's heart couldn't help but thump. These were bitter bamboo shoots, that is, the bamboo shoots of bitter bamboo. As the name suggests, the taste is bitter, and it is definitely not the food of giant pandas. However, since there are bitter bamboo shoots, it means that not all bamboos in Fangshan are blooming. In other words, the climate of Fangshan has not changed greatly, and the growth environment of bamboo has not changed.

This means that if the bamboos in the entire Fangshan can be planted sporadically at intervals for decades, and the growth period of the entire Fangshan bamboo can be allowed to bloom little by little in stages and years, it can ensure that the bamboos in the entire Fangshan will never dry up, and giant pandas will have a continuous source of food, and food shortages will never happen again.

In this way, the bamboo blossoms in Fangshan this time also have a good side, that is, clean up all the bamboos and leave space to plant other bamboos. Otherwise, if these bamboo forests are not dead, it would be very difficult to plant Hsinchu in the bamboo forest that has already become a forest.


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