The altitude of Qinglong Mountain is about a thousand meters.
Perhaps because of the large number of people over the years and the sparse trees on the mountain, a path has been trampled on.
Walking up the path, the closer you get to the top of the mountain, the stronger the feeling of heart palpitations becomes.
It was better at the foot of the mountain, where you could hear a few chirping insects and birds.
Halfway up the mountain, except for the breathing and talking of the three of us, the mountain was completely silent.
The surrounding vegetation is also changing more and more.
The color is getting darker and darker, and the entire ground is reflecting the cold air upwards.
After walking up for about a hundred meters, there was no living thing around, whether it was vegetation, insects or birds.
Only half of the old trees were withered, and the remaining branches were covered with charred marks.
Dachun came up, touched it, and slapped his mouth: "It's strange that there hasn't been a fire after all these years."
After saying that, he squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil, put it in front of his nose and smelled it.
He also took a sip and said that there was no Yin Qi smell, but he didn't know why it was so cold.
As I walked up, I communicated with Ruohan.
I asked her the direction of the Broken Dragon Platform.
Every time I asked, I would put a drop of blood on the pendant.
The further up I went, the more sleepy Ruohan became.
If I hadn't kept her alive with blood, she would have fallen into a deep sleep.
Just like Dachun said, this mountain is so weird from the inside out.
After climbing nearly a hundred meters, we could see the platform at the top of the mountain.
Ruohan suddenly asked us to turn around.
Walk towards the back of the mountain on the west side.
The road suddenly became rugged, or rather there was no road at all.
We half-climbed and half-walked for more than an hour before we stopped at a small protruding platform.
The platform is not big, about fifty square meters, with only a half-meter-high broken wall extending to the outside.
Other than that, it is not much different from other places.
It is all pitch black.
"This is the Broken Dragon Platform."
Ruohan's voice became much clearer and stronger.
"here" I pointed at the small platform in front of me, still a little unconvinced.
Apart from this stone that was over half a meter high and over ten meters long, lying on the ground, there was nothing else.
It didn't look like Dragon Broken Platform in any way.
What's more, the letter could say "at the foot of Qinglong Mountain, in front of Broken Dragon Platform".
When old friends meet, there is not even a hair in it.
"It's right here."
Dachun and Sister Shiliu couldn't believe it, so they pointed to this place and asked.
“This is it” The next moment, Ruohan actually stepped out of the pendant.
You know, it was noon and the sun was shining brightly.
How did she do it.
"Back then, you told me that here is the dragon's head, and there is the dragon's tail.
In the Dragon Pan Mountain, the earth's veins form their own."
Ruohan fell into memories, stroking the neat incisions of the stone with his hands, murmuring to himself.
We have seen the terrain of Qinglong Mountain.
Compared with the bulge on the west side, there is indeed a bulge on the east side of the front.
If you think about it carefully, the shape does look like the tip of a tail.
I walked over, looked carefully at the fracture of the stone, and touched it again.
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The fracture was neat, as if someone had cut it off abruptly.
I was still thinking when Ruohan suddenly pressed my hand hard and hit a bump above the fracture.
"Ruohan" Just as I was about to ask her what she was doing, there was a rumble behind me, and the stone wall dented backwards.
It turned out to be a mechanism.
"Fuck" Dachun was surprised at first, and then started to get excited.
Even Sister Shiliu was like this.
The two of them crossed their legs and rubbed their hands together.
I hesitated for a moment and walked to the stone wall.
What appeared in front of us was a passage extending diagonally downward.
The tunnel was very rough and could only accommodate one person.
Except for the smooth path underfoot, the two sides were uneven.
The ventilation is quite smooth.
"I'll go down first.
Dachun, you and Sister Shiliu are up there to help me keep an eye on things.
We'll contact each other every five minutes using the walkie-talkie."
I took out a walkie-talkie and gave it to Dachun.
Now I was even more suspicious of Lao He.
He seemed to have expected this situation.
Two walkie-talkies were also prepared, just in time for us to communicate.
"Okay, there's a walkie-talkie.
If I'm in danger, you can come down at any time.
If the three of us go down now, if something unexpected happens, we won't be caught in the same pot."
I stopped Dachun and Sister Shiliu who wanted to go down, waved to them, and walked straight down.
Went down nearly fifty meters.
The road ahead suddenly opened up.
I reported that it was safe and took a flashlight to take a photo.
There was a natural cave in front of me, and there was a sound of rushing water.
"Is there anyone there?"
I called out and asked me to come over to meet him.
In the end, he didn't even have a hair on his head.
What was going on?
No one answered, only my echo echoed in the cave.
After walking forward for nearly thirty meters, the terrain here made me even more strange.
There are more than ten springs scattered here, and the stalactites hanging down from them are gathered together, looking like dragon whiskers.
I took a closer look.
These stalactites, together with the raised stone above my head, looked like a dragon head.
But there must be something wrapped around the stone.
If you look closely, it seems to be an iron rope.
"The iron rope cuts the vein, this dragon vein has been destroyed" Suddenly, a gloomy voice came from behind me.
I turned around suddenly and swept the flashlight over, shining on the man.
An old face full of wrinkles appeared in my eyes.
"Who are you" Seeing him, I was in a trance.
It seemed like I had seen him a long time ago.
"Ahem" He coughed and did not answer my question, but continued: "What is Feng Shui?
Wind is vitality and field energy, and water is flow and change.
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Together they are the flow of vitality.
The so-called dragon veins are the vitality of a place.
They gather together to form an aura, and there is great fortune in it."
I was a little confused as to what this old man wanted to do.
Here you are preaching to me and explaining Feng Shui to me.
I am here to understand my past and to find out the reasons.
"Our Chinese dragon vein starts from Kunlun, reaches the Qinling Mountains, and extends inland.
This is our main dragon vein.
Over the past thousands of years, the dragon vein has only moved out several times."
He was still talking, and his voice became more and more passionate. .
I was completely speechless.
What does this old man want to do?
What kind of old friend is he?
"The most recent one is in modern times.
In the land of China, sections of dragon veins were cut off, and the earth's energy was stagnate.
Demons were dancing wildly, and foreign enemies invaded, leading to that hundred-year decline."
The old man's voice became lower again.
From what he meant, China's century-long decline in modern times was all related to the severing of the dragon's veins.
"It's like a fire.
If you add a handful of firewood to it, will the result be the same as if you pour a bucket of gasoline?"
The old man must have guessed what I was thinking, and his voice suddenly rose, "The severed dragon vein is like that barrel of gasoline, the oil is cooked by fire.
The whole thing will explode."
I understand what he means.
Although dragon veins are not omnipotent, they serve as a catalytic bonus.
If you were originally 50% sure, but with dragon veins, you will be 80% or even 90% sure.
But what I don’t understand is why he is telling me these things, and what does dragon vein have to do with me.
"Bang bang bang" The old man was leaning against the wall and wanted to continue saying something.
Suddenly, a bang sounded, coming from behind me.
I turned around and saw a group of ten people wearing Qing Dynasty costumes.
Their faces were pale and their eye circles were blue-red.
They looked at me with coldness and murderous intent.
"Don't hurt your brother" A stubborn and strong voice also sounded, it was the little girl from last night.
She walked out of the darkness, her little body still trembling slightly, but her face was full of determination, and she stopped the ghosts.
"Dragon Vein Guards, the dead warriors selected by the shamans from the Jurchen Batulu, made them into puppets, and let them guard the dragon veins for generations.
Once they find anyone trying to unlock the dragon veins, they will kill them without mercy."
The old man pointed at the ghosts of a group of ten people and explained with a sneer.
After listening to the explanation, I finally understood that these ten ghosts had similar roles to the family in our village, except that the family was to protect the dragon vein from being destroyed, while this group of ghosts was to maintain the status quo and keep the dragon vein in a cut-off state. .
"Brother, I will protect you" The little girl turned back and nodded to me at this time.
Her decisive expression was exactly the same as that of the little girl.
I was stunned immediately and murmured: "Are you a little girl?"
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