1. The legend begins from the Shuangsheng Temple Monkey King's tomb "Monkey King" was found in Fujian and buried with his brothers According to our newspaper, archaeologists in Shunchang County, Fujian Province recently discovered a tomb of the Monkey King brothers who were buried together in the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasties on the main peak of Baoshan Mountain located in the northwest of Shunchang County. According to the curator of Shunchang County Museum, the tomb of the Sun Wukong brothers is located in the Shuangsheng Temple behind the Nantianmen, the main peak of Baoshan, at an altitude of 1305 meters. There are four large regular script characters of "Holy", and two small characters of "God's position" are engraved horizontally on the lower end of the large characters; four large regular script characters of "Tongtian Dasheng" are engraved vertically on the right stele, and two small characters of "God's position" are horizontally engraved on the bottom of the large characters. "The Great Sage Equaling Heaven" Sun Wukong is a mythological figure familiar to Chinese at home and abroad, but "The Great Sage Tongtian" has never appeared in the works of Wu Chengen, a novelist in the Ming Dynasty, and almost no one knows about it.

"Life News" January 12, 2005 at 10:30 British scholars went to Dunhuang to solve the mystery of "Three Rabbits" Lianhe Zaobao quoted Agence France-Presse as saying that British researchers are preparing to go to remote western China, hoping to solve a major archaeological mystery, that is, why the same religious symbol is found in many ancient civilization archaeological sites around the world. The British "Daily Telegraph" reported that pictures of rabbits with three connected ears appeared in medieval churches in England, on metal vessels in Mongolia, and also appeared in Chinese Sui Dynasty temples built in the sixth and seventh centuries AD.

Academics have long wondered why Buddhism, Christianity and Muslims, so far apart in time and space, would prominently adopt the symbol. In this image, three rabbits chasing in a circle with their ears overlapping each other look almost identical. According to reports, a four-member British research team headed by archaeologists will go to Dunhuang in Gansu Province, China next month to study the murals there, hoping to find a glimmer of light for solving the mystery. More than a thousand years ago, Dunhuang was an important starting point of the Silk Road. This famous commercial route connected China with Central Asia and Iran, and its branches extended to Tibet and South Asia.

In addition to commodities, religions and ideas were also spread to distant places through this main road.Researchers believe that this is the origin of the "three rabbits" mystery. It is reported that the "Three Rabbits" logo first appeared on the cloth canopy of the Dunhuang mural ceiling.British researchers will study it carefully when they arrive there. Archaeologist Greaves, who led the research team, said: "If we can figure out why the same thing was meaningful to people thousands of miles, hundreds of years apart in ancient times, then we can help modern people understand common to different cultures and religions."

"Qianlong News Network" 2004-08-24 13:55 I read hundreds of pieces of news every day, some of which are relevant to me, and most of which are not.These two pieces of news had nothing to do with me at first, but now they are.The news can be listed first for everyone to see, but the stories involved have to be told little by little. Friends who have read my previous notes must start to speculate about what will happen, but I guarantee that you will not be able to guess. At the end of May 2005, I took advantage of the weekend to go to the Temple of Heaven in Beijing. After returning with nothing, I was quite depressed.At that time, I was confronted with a great mystery that was exhausting and difficult to solve. Even the elites representing the dark world of mankind were as helpless as me, and could only sit and wait for the final news from the distant sky.Friends who have read the notes should know what I am talking about.

This kind of bad mood has more or less affected my work status. When I was eating boxed lunch on the table at noon that day, the movable wooden figure on the computer monitor was picked up by one hand, bent into an inexplicable and strange appearance and re-emerged. I put it back, so I fell down headfirst with an unsteady center of gravity, and I managed to grab it with my left hand so that it didn't fall into the plastic lunch box. "Are you playing the Ten Torture Tortures of the Qing Dynasty?" I put back the arms and legs of the wooden figurine, raised my head and said to Zong Er, who obviously didn't have a mustache but always liked to touch his upper lip.He is my department director.

"You've been listless for the past few days, but you reacted quite quickly just now." A steel spoon that had just been cleaned appeared in Zong Er's hand, and he knocked on the wooden man's head with a clang.The living conditions of this married man are very different from ours. At least every lunch is cooked by his wife at home, which saves one or two hundred yuan for meals every month, and washes the dishes and spoons twenty or thirty times more. . "Do you always have a grudge against my wooden man?" "Sure enough, speaking is also weak." Zong Er enthusiastically handed four heads to the wooden figurine.

"It's a holiday, you can go and heal your wounds." Zong Er finally put away the evil steel spoon and walked away. "Hey, are you that good?" I didn't care about his inappropriate choice of words, and asked with my eyes wide open. "You have been on duty for six days on May 1st, and you will be released for four days. Recently, the reporting work schedule is tight and the task is heavy. Don't worry about the two days left." Zong Er waved a steel spoon and walked towards his throne with a good view by the window. Go, the sound of wailing came, and hit the skulls of the two along the way.

"That's it..." I touched my forehead to rejoice.When did Zong Er's steel spoon start to confront everyone's brains? I chose a five-day and four-night Fujian tour route in the youth hostel, planning to go to the deep mountains and old forests to relax.This is a new line. The main tour is in Yiyang Yuanyangxi Nature Reserve. Generally, when you go to Fujian, you will run to Wuyi Mountain. This line is less crowded and quiet.The first night in Shunchang, the second and third nights in the reserve, the fourth night in Fuzhou, and then back to Shanghai. I asked for a four-day vacation from the 13th to the 16th, but I left on Saturday the 11th.Reporters don’t have weekends, and they have to be on call if they don’t go to work, so it is reasonable to ask for leave if they leave Shanghai on weekends, but Zong Er was already missing two days off from me, and he can only accept it if I take weekends to make up for it.

The new route group is also small, with only twelve people, and the travel agency can't make much money. It is now in the cultivation market period.It was not yet noon when we flew to Fuzhou, the tour guide there received the group, and a group of people rushed into the new and old CMB.I started to feel depressed when I adjusted the air-conditioning vents. The car obviously lacks air-conditioning. The tour guide is a little girl who makes people feel like she is bouncing around even when she is standing still. When she got on the bus, she made a slightly nasty joke, and then took us to pay homage to the driver, Master Aniu.This is the usual practice, and we all give our applause to this black skinny boy who will guarantee our lives in the next few days.

Master Niu, like all tour group drivers, was cool and silent. When he drove out of the city, he had overtaken more than 100 cars.The horsepower and the air conditioner became inversely proportional, and everyone started to wipe their sweat. The younger sister of the tour guide saw that everyone's expressions were not right, so she quickly explained to us: "Don't look at the fast driving of Master Niu, the driving skills are first-rate, and there has never been an accident. Everyone should play the roller coaster for free." After speaking, she took a picture hands up. A whole car of people looked at this girl with black faces, and slapped her hands sparsely. "Hoo!" The minibus passed through the gap between the two trucks.Master Niu responded to our encouragement.It fits his style very well. It takes more than 200 kilometers to get to Shunchang, so it won't be two hours. What happened next made me suspect that the girl with short braids was immature at all, or that she and Master Niu were the perfect spoof duo in the tour guide world.She took it upon herself to give our twelve regiment members catchy nicknames. Really catchy. Like Wukong - this is me. She herself is called Tang Seng, so besides Wukong, there are Bajie and Drifting Monk.The rest of the people were not so lucky. A fat woman named Baigujing who I thought was on a hike to lose weight made me see Tang Seng's mischievous nature even more clearly. Bone Essence glanced at Tang Seng who was basking in the pleasure of nicknames, and then rolled his eyes at me.It's not my business?Although I am Goku. "You have to let go when you come out to play." The tour guide said carelessly, and she ordered us to call her Tang Seng or Master: "Our first stop is to visit the hometown of Sun Wukong, the Monkey King, so we can't choose such a name." By the way, she also allocated the room. Except for the two people who were originally traveling, the allocation of the others was quite regular. The guy who shared the room with me was tall and thin, about 188, named Liu Er.His full name is the Six-Eared Macaque King, and the master said that we are a good match for living together. Liu Er is a super familiar person. He reached out from the back seat and slapped me hard on the shoulder: "Don't snore at night." I moved my shoulders, is it necessary to use such a big hand strength? "Don't say hello, what's your name?" "Six ears." I turned around and saw his smiling face, I couldn't help but smiled wryly: "You are really cooperative. My name is Naduo." "That? It's such a rare surname. My name is You Hong, you who swim, and Hong who is macro." You Hong withdrew his forward leaning body and leaned back on the chair: "But I think the name Liu Er is quite attractive. As long as you don’t bring out the last three words.” "Oh..." I dragged my voice out, "Then I'll call you Six Ears." At this time, Tang Seng began to invite us to play the butt game.This is an old-fashioned game in the tourism industry, and there is nothing new in it. Let each group member say an adjective by himself. After finishing speaking, the tour guide will say, add the adjective in this format. For example, the adjective mentioned earlier is "Hongtongtong" , after being substituted into the format, it becomes "My butt is red". I must not be the only one who knows what tricks Tang Seng is going to play, but everyone wants to divert their attention from Master Niu's amazing driving skills, so they are very cooperative with her. When it was my turn, of course I couldn't say "Hongtongtong", because I am Wukong. So I thought about it and decided to say "eight-faced majesty". Sun Wukong's ass is all over the place! After a few games and a bunch of dirty jokes were over, it unexpectedly arrived at Shunchang.I looked at my watch, it was a little over two hours.There was a wonderful chemical reaction between Tang Seng's hard-working performance and the minibus rushing left and right. Everyone's emotions were a little HIGH. After eating, it was past two o'clock in the afternoon. Looking at the time, we knew that everyone had a good meal.Master Niu set off again to Gaolaozhuang and Bimawen Racecourse, while Master Tang began to brag about the relationship between Shunchang and Sun Dasheng.I listened, compared the news in my stomach with the news I remembered, and found that Master Tang's art processing ability is really not bad. "Damn, this is too mysterious." Liu Er sat down next to me in the car after eating, with Erlang's legs crossed at this time.However, the space in the CMB seat is small, and the Erlang’s legs are so cramped that I feel uncomfortable even when I look at it from the side. "It's not entirely nonsense. There was this news. It was reported by Xinhua News Agency at the beginning of the year, and it was reported by newspapers everywhere later." "Yeah, why didn't I see it?" "In this line of work, I read a lot of messy news." I smiled. "Yo yo yo." Six ears called out.The drunk belly sitting in front of him pressed down the plastic rod for adjusting the seat, and after a few times of effort, was wondering why the backrest only moved back half an inch.And the right knee on which the six ears were stacked was already pressed to the limit by the back of the chair in front. Liu Er hurriedly put his legs down: "Take it easy, Ba Jie." Spleen and Jiudu was called out by his nickname so blatantly, so he had to laugh. "Are you a reporter? What newspaper?" I fumbled a business card from my bag and gave it to him. Liu Er took the business card, but took out the address book: "Please leave the phone address here for me, the business card is easy to lose." After exchanging phone addresses, Liu Er looked at my business card again: "Morning Star? I often read it. I'm sorry, I'm a homeless person and I don't have a business card. Do you really have this news? Wukong really?" He squinted his eyes and looked I slipped around: "Wukong was born in Shunchang." "Be careful to look like a needle's eye." I was offended by Six Eyes, and changed the topic: "The news in the newspaper cannot be trusted. I think it is a hype. With such a hype, Shunchang's tourism industry will rise." Liuyan held up his left index finger and shook it back and forth: "How can a reporter say that the news is not credible, you are just smashing your own brand." Gaolaozhuang and Bimawen Racecourse are not far away, driving up a mountain road, they are actually two villages.The first thing I arrived was Maliaokeng, the village name is "Xianchang". According to legend, it was the place where Sun Dasheng collected horse fodder and grazed fairy horses when he was Bi Mawen. There is no wide space for galloping, so you can only do it and charge ten yuan to take pictures. Of course, Gao Laozhuang is not its real name, it is called Tulong Village, and 80% of the residents still have the surname Gao. There used to be an ancestral hall of the Gao family, but it was destroyed during the Cultural Revolution, and now only the foundation remains.Both villages have a history of more than two hundred years. When visiting Gaolaozhuang, everyone took one "Bajie" one mouthful, which made the spleen and stomach feel a little embarrassed.At one point, his belly shrunk twice, which I think was the result of his efforts to inhale and shrink his belly. Later, he was called to give up on himself and returned to its original shape.Although these nicknames made the parties extremely depressed, they made us strangers get acquainted quickly. Although Liu Er pretended to teach me in the car earlier, he was actually very interested in the tricks behind the news. Now he salivated and said all the good things, and asked me to share some inside information with him.The prohibition instructions from the Propaganda Department of the Municipal Party Committee were communicated almost every day. I picked a few at random and told him that there was no risk. After going back and forth, Liu Er also gave me a rough account of his own situation. He majored in geology. After graduation, he was reluctant to work in the mine for a year, and planned to go to the United States to continue working.During this period of time, I have been traveling in mountains and rivers, and I will leave after a few months of visa approval. Six ears forced me to drink three or four glasses of beer at dinner.I hardly touched alcohol at first, but my drinking strength was too weak, and my six ears used all my magic weapons to understand me and move me with reason. It's this kind of half-familiarity, who treats me like a big brother. When I woke up the next day, Liu Er was staring at a piece of paper. When I leaned over to see the four pictures on it, my face turned green. "Who drew this for you?" "You, last night, did you forget?" Liu Ertou didn't raise his head: "This is even more magical than the Sunflower Book. If you understand this code, you will become a god." This "God's Code" gave me too much frustration. I originally came out to play to relax, but I didn't expect that after a few glasses of beer, there was nothing on my mouth to check, and I poured it all to this kid.If the common people know about this kind of thing, won't there be trouble? I flicked my hair: "Xiaomian, I haven't slept all night, just make up a story and believe it. I'm going to brush my teeth and wash my face. You can read it yourself." Eyeballs with six ears full of red silk glared at me immediately, but suddenly turned a few times, and said with a smile: "I don't believe you can make up such a good story when you're drunk, besides, I went there once last night I found all the news about Internet cafes and Mahabalipuram. There is also the help post you posted on that website. I will go back to Shanghai in two days and ask the doorman of the Farming and Reading Garden to see if he still remembers that and what is it called Come on, by the way, it's Zhang Ming." My face immediately collapsed, even knowing this: "What did I say last night?" Six ears immediately became energetic and began to talk all the way from Mahabalipuram. After I washed my face and brushed my teeth, he still talked beside me. "Go, I'll take a pee." Liu Eryi slipped out of the bathroom door: "It was dark and windy that night, you and a generation of strange guards boarded a motorboat to ride the wind and waves..." When I went out of the room to eat breakfast in the dining room on the first floor, Liu Er was still talking non-stop with me, seeing that Princess Iron Fan, who was also going to eat in the aisle ahead, was about to say hello to us. It seems that even if I didn't say 100% or 100%, I was 80% or 90%. I wrinkled my nose and let out a sharp breath, and said: "Stop, stop, don't say any more. If someone hears it, they think you are out of your mind." Liu Er stretched out his hand and put his arms around my shoulder: "It's okay if you don't tell me. Last night you said that Shui Sheng was not a human being. Tonight, tell me the story of Shui Sheng. I might forget the story last night." .” I snorted, and pushed that stinky face away: "How old are you? Let me tell you the story of the cabin in the forest tonight." He said and walked downstairs quickly. Six ears giggled, and followed behind me. After breakfast, the car drove to Baoshan in the northwest of the county. Yesterday's Gaolaozhuang horse farm was also on this mountain, and it went up the mountain road on the other side.Today's destination, needless to say by Tang Seng, I also know that it must be the Tomb of the Two Saints at the Nantianmen on the top of Baoshan Mountain. This was not a tourist area originally. After Shunchang decided to develop Baoshan Nantianmen for tourism, he built a road down the mountain, but the car couldn't drive all the way to the top of the mountain, even the super awesome Master Niu couldn't help it. So Tang Seng held a small flag and sang a small tune to lead us to climb the mountain. Before us there were two other regiments, not many in number.Winding all the way up. There was still a way to the top of the mountain and we stopped. The tourists from the first two groups stood or squatted in twos and threes.Tang Seng told us to wait a while and run up to see the situation.Turned back after a while and told us that we had to wait for a while. People in the county blocked the road and the Shuangsheng Temple was temporarily closed. Everyone was muttering, which leader has come to visit and inspect this posture, and the level should be quite high.Question: How can anyone be interested in this newly developed small tourist spot? This wait lasted for forty minutes, and the sunlight began to become poisonous.Not only the ghosts and ghosts in our group, but also the tourists in the first two groups have changed from whispering to complaining. I pulled the hem of my T-shirt, wiped off the sweat on my head, and walked forward.I'd like to see which leader has so much free time. Not far away, there was a plastic shelf blocking the way on the mountain road ahead, and two people stood beside it. A middle-aged man saw me coming, and stopped me with his hand: "Are you a tourist, don't let me pass now, wait a little longer." Still have to wait?When will we wait, the sun will be very high, and it will be even hotter later.I took out my press card from my small bag and handed it over. "I'm a reporter from the Shanghai Morning Star News. When will I be able to get in? Inside..." I wanted to ask who was inside, but that person returned my press card and said with a smile, "That reporter, did you come here to interview the expert group? I'll accompany you in." I don't want to reveal my identity as a tourist. It's better to go in and see what kind of expert group. I followed that person for a few steps, and another person asked me from behind: "Then teacher, is this one with you too?" I turned around and saw who else was there besides the six ears that had been sticking to me. I cheered to Liu Er: "No." Regardless of his yelling, I continued to walk to the top of the mountain. I heard the people behind say to Liu Er: "Are you a reporter too? What about your press card, take it out and have a look, don't try to mess it up!" "Well, do you have a press release?" I asked tentatively, pretending to be me so I don't want to be exposed. "I don't have time to write a press release. These foreign experts came here temporarily. Our County Cultural Bureau rushed to receive them, and we didn't know that there would be reporters coming. You are well informed. Hey, you are a reporter from Shanghai. Why are you acting like this?" quick?" "Oh, I was on a business trip in Fujian. When I received the notice from the agency, I stopped by to take a look. I wondered if I could write a manuscript." The nonsense came as soon as I opened my mouth, and I could advance or retreat, leaving myself a lot of leeway. Except for foreign experts, nothing else was asked.Foreign experts are interested in Sun Wukong. What kind of experts are they, who study Chinese classical literature? The Shuangsheng Temple is actually a small stone house with the tomb inside.This is certainly not luxurious, but it took a lot of manpower and material resources to build this temple on the highest peak of Baoshan in the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasties. The middle-aged man who accompanied me took me to Miaokou, greeted Director Zhang of the Cultural Bureau who accompanied the foreign experts inside, and turned back by himself. After entering the temple, two foreigners in a room less than 20 square meters were bending over and looking around like treasures.Director Zhang gestured to me to shut up. It seemed that the two experts were very devoted to their work. He asked me to interview them later. Silence is fine, I don't know what to ask yet.Now that this misunderstanding has progressed, I am already thinking about how to step down. I walked behind the nearest specialist on my left, who was peering with a magnifying glass at a strangely shaped rock in front of him.The stone was obviously broken from somewhere, it seemed to be part of a stalactite, as thick as a tree trunk. On the smooth upward curved surface of the stone was carved a strange pattern, a bit like three rabbits, but with connected ears.I thought this picture was very familiar. After thinking hard, I finally remembered that this "three rabbits picture" was mentioned in the news almost a year ago.This piece of news is the "British Scholars Went to Dunhuang to Solve the Mystery of the Three Rabbits" that I have already put in front. Why did the same pattern appear in the east and west thousands of miles apart? This puzzle made me very interested when I saw the news, so it left an impression. Although it was a year later, I still remembered it. Needless to say, these two foreigners are British scholars who are going to come to China for archaeology.But in my memory, they were going to Dunhuang, so why did they come here.In a blink of an eye, I saw the picture of three rabbits on the stone in front of me, and I knew why. Unexpectedly, there are not only three rabbits in Dunhuang, but also three rabbits in Shuangsheng Temple. This picture of three rabbits is the size of two palms, and the British experts almost stuck their faces on it, muttering to themselves.I listened intently, as if wondering what tool was used to engrave the pattern. I didn't pay attention to it at first, but when I heard what he said, I found it quite strange when I looked at it again.The notches on this picture of three rabbits are smooth and round, without traces of polishing, as if they were written by hand. Another expert walked around the two steles. The left stele is inscribed with "Mahatma Equaling Heaven" and the right stele is inscribed with "Mahataka Tongtian". On the side of the stele, there are also some smaller patterns of three rabbits.These patterns do not have the strangeness on the big stone next to them, and they are all carved with stone carving tools just like the inscription of "Monkey King". Probably thinking that it was almost done, the two foreigners who had bent over for a long time straightened up one after another, one of them beat his back with his backhand, and nodded to Director Zhang. "If you have anything to interview, why don't we talk about it while walking." Officer Zhang said to me. Walk?Where are you going?I hurriedly said to him: "I'll take a look here first, give me a business card, and I'll call you later." After receiving the business card, I stood at the gate of the temple and waved goodbye to them. Goodbye, I will never call you again. After a while, I waited for an hour for sweaty tourists to rush in. Seeing that the room was about to be full, I hurried out of the room. Tang Seng led Ba Jie Sha Seng Bai Bone Jing and the others to arrive naturally. It was too crowded inside. Tang Seng asked everyone to wait outside. Liu Er saw me walking out of the temple swaggeringly, pointed at me and said in a muffled voice: "You are abusing your power. .” I spread my hands together, like "what can you do to me". Tang Seng was not idle either, talking about the deeds of the Monkey King and the Tongtian Great Sage. We all know about the Monkey King, but the Tongtian Great Sage was collected from various Ming and Qing miscellaneous books. His lips kept moving, but he spoke clearly and logically. But there is not much to say about the cause and effect of this temple, probably because there are few original records.Even in the end, there is only one brother, the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, as written in Yang Jingxian's Zaju in the late Yuan Dynasty. There are also elder sister Lishan Old Mother, second sister Wu Zhizhi and third younger brother Shahua Sanlang. Tang Seng said "in order to let everyone There is room for imagination, so I will not draw conclusions on this aspect for the time being." He was fooling around amidst the booing. When it was his turn to enter the temple, Tang Seng stretched out his hand: "Wukong advanced." There was laughter again. I glared at her: "I went in and looked at it a long time ago, and it's nothing unusual." "Nothing unusual?" Tang Seng walked in with me, clapped his hands twice to ask everyone to take pictures slowly and listen to her. "Here is a fairy stone left by the Monkey King. The pattern on it was carved directly with your fingers. You can use your fingers to draw it, right?" What she was talking about was the picture of three rabbits on the big rock. Knowing that she was talking nonsense, I stretched out my finger and slid along the notch, and it really seemed to be written with my finger. For a while, everyone scrambled to put their fingers in and swim back and forth. I think of the plot in Jin Yong's novel, Huang Yaoshi used a drug called "fossil powder" to soften the surface of the stone, and then wrote on the stone with his fingers.Real chemists should be able to do this too. This idea flashed by, I took out my camera and started taking pictures in the house, including the two steles and the three pictures of rabbits. "What does this pattern mean?" Bull Demon King asked Tang Seng. "This pattern..." Tang Seng was a little dumbfounded: "This is probably the divine picture left by the Monkey King. This picture can calm the nerves." "Anshen?" From what she said, we seemed to feel that we were quieter after entering this room. It didn't matter that we were shouting and laughing outside just now, maybe it was useful, or it might be a psychological effect. I walked around the two monuments a few times and asked her, "Is there really something buried here?" This time Tang Seng replied very simply: "I don't know if I haven't dug it out, but I heard that I'm going to dig it up and have a look." There is not much to see in the temple, just touched the stones and took photos. Tang Seng led us to the next scenic spot. She nodded while walking, and suddenly stopped: "Where is the six-eared macaque king? He is still in the temple. Did you come out?" I looked around, and sure enough, there was no piece of brown sugar: "I'll call him." Running into the Shuangsheng Temple again, seeing Liu Er squatting next to the "Immortal Stone", he still used his fingers to draw along the picture of the three rabbits. "Six ears, let's go." He ignores me. I went over and slapped him on the shoulder hard enough to startle him. "Are you still gesticulating? Go away." I pulled him out. "It's amazing, this thing is just right to put your fingers in." Liu Er got excited again after leaving the temple: "Do you think there is a thrilling or even earth-shattering story hidden behind this?" It's over, the brown sugar is back. The scenic spot "Xianwen Stone" on the same Nantianmen is nothing special at all. You have to work hard to imagine the "Peking Man's Head" in Tang Seng's mouth, but the "Eight Immortals Cave" at the bottom of the cliff under the stone makes people imagine.Tang Seng said that there are 8 caves of different depths juxtaposed in this shape, some of which are unfathomable, and there are underground rivers inside.Many witnesses have seen relics such as stone tables and benches in the cave, and there are holes in the cave.Many years ago, there were still iron ropes to go down, but now you can only watch, and you can't go down. It would be a worthwhile trip to go in and have a look. The tourism industry here is still in its infancy. If it develops in the future, these eight caves will definitely be developed and utilized.It's too early to think about it. Then I saw a few strange rocks, and then I got back in the car, and stopped halfway down the mountain.Tang Seng led us in from a small path, and it was a very beautiful pool. Tang Seng introduced that the water flows all the way up from the water curtain at the entrance of the Eight Immortals Cave, and it is extremely clear, and "blessed by the magic power of the Great Sage Grandpa, taking a sip will bring unexpected good luck." So except for me who never drinks mountain spring water, everyone brought water to drink and said it was clear and delicious. Liuer even emptied most of the Coke he drank and filled a bottle of "natural mineral water" to enjoy slowly . This is the end of the trip to Shunchang. In the afternoon, I drove to Yiyang Yuanyangxi Nature Reserve. When I was sleeping in the Baishuiyang cabin at night, I asked Liuer. "If you want to listen to the story of Shui Sheng, you still want to listen to the story of the beautiful woman Lu Yun." "Beauty, beauty." Liu Er immediately straightened up from the bed, staring at me. With a slight smile, I told Liu Erli the story of the man cave.Telling this story again, even I can't help getting chills, let alone Liu Er.His face turned blue when he talked about the words left on bones a hundred years ago. That night, Liu Er tossed and turned and did not fall asleep. The next day when I woke up, the redness in his eyes was even worse. "Are you scared and haven't fallen asleep?" I asked with a smile. "No way, there were a lot of mosquitoes last night, so I didn't sleep well because of the itchy bites on my body." Liu Er held on, and stretched out his hand to scratch his waist. "Mosquitoes? Then why don't you bite me?" I laughed more happily: "What I said is not suitable for others to know. If you reveal it, I have no choice but to ask beautiful Lu Yun to brainwash you." "No, absolutely not." Six ears said repeatedly. People who have heard the story of the man cave will never have a good impression of Lu Yun, but if they actually meet him, it will be another matter. 2. Atavism I returned to Shanghai on June 15th, and received a message from Zhang Ming on the 16th, and the code of God was finally cracked.After the small gathering at Shikumen's former residence on the 17th, the matter finally came to an end. From the original puzzlement to the sudden revelation of the truth, I certainly felt relieved, but my mood was also quite complicated. No matter what I saw in front of me in those few days, I would always connect it with that event. The first few months were exhausting, and I was looking forward to a relaxing time ahead. After a few days of relaxation, the toothache happened again. For a long time before, the tooth could not touch the sour or the sweet, but now it is simply tossing and tossing.Grit your teeth and go to the dentist. People like me, whose teeth ache at the thought of the "sizzling" sound of drills in the dental office, will not make up their minds until they are desperate. I finished my work early this afternoon and went to the dental department of Huashan Hospital.I have made an appointment with the dentist I know, Dali Zhang.Dali Zhang has always boasted that he is a macho, that he can pull out a big tooth in just one stroke. He heard that I had a toothache and now he brags about his superb skills, his movements are gentle and graceful, and the repair is painless.I don’t trust Dali Zhang’s image change at all, but it’s better to know such a dentist in a big hospital than to find someone who doesn’t know me casually. Dali Zhang dangled the drill bit in front of my eyes, seeing that my face gradually changed, and I smiled brightly: "That's so much, you still have today." "What do you mean?" My face turned paler. The drill bit squeaked, and slowly approached me: "Hey, open your mouth..." I finished mending, and the muscles I pulled aside have not yet returned to their place, so I rinsed my mouth vigorously to spit out the debris in my mouth. "Look, no matter how hard it is, it's over, and this time, I can eat boldly again." Dali Zhang laughed. "Alright, alright, mountains and rivers meet again, see you at the poker table." I put down my harsh words and went out with my cheeks in my hands. When I walked to the outpatient hall, I heard someone calling my name. "That's a lot." A black charcoal head is walking towards me.Heitantou's name is Yuan Lie. He used to be my intern. His skin is very untanned. I watched him do an interview and it became darker.Later, he joined the Morning Star and worked as a health reporter in the Ministry of Social Affairs. "I just got my teeth filled, are you here for an interview?" I tried my best not to look as grinning as before. "Yeah, halfway through the interview, now go to the ward, how about going to have a look with me, and report back to the agency together later? But there are few cases, keep your eyes open." Seeing that I raised my eyebrows disapprovingly, Yuan Lie brought his black face closer and lowered his voice slightly: "Atavism, hairy man." I wasn't really interested, but Yuan Lie was so enthusiastic, so I went with him to see and see.I was still thinking, it’s not like I haven’t seen it on TV, there’s so much to watch, and it’s not something pleasing to the eye. On the way to the ward, Yuan Lie told me about the patient's condition, and only then did I know why not only Yuan Lie rushed over to interview like he had found a treasure, but health reporters from other newspapers in the city also came.According to the doctor in charge, this is a sudden atavism. Since the patient was hospitalized, he has been transferred from the dermatology department to the endocrinology department. Every inch of skin on his body has grown fine hairs, which are about three times thinner than normal hairs, and the growth speed is faster. Faster and faster, and now it has reached the point where it is difficult to draw blood with a needle. "The doctor said, how many weights are the hairs shaved in a day? It's unbelievable, as if every pore has taken hormones." While speaking, he was already outside the ward. The patient lived alone in this ward, not because of special treatment, but because the patient's appearance was too terrifying, no one wanted to share a room with him. There are already several reporters in the ward, who are interviewing.It's more like an interview than a one-sided questioning, because the patients lying on the bed didn't say a word. I followed Yuan Lie into the room, and several other people saw Yuan Lie coming, and greeted him, and staggered the figure that was surrounded by the hospital bed so that I could see the appearance of that person. I was already mentally prepared, but when I saw it, it was still like swallowing a mouse, and I felt uncomfortable for a while.The exposed parts of the man—the face, neck, arms, and palms—were covered with thick brown-black hair, about two centimeters long.A face with hair growing even on the nose, only a few on the eyelids, revealing dark eyes. Reporters from the two TV stations also entered the room and were fiddling with camera equipment. A reporter put the microphone to the hairy man's mouth and said, "Just a few questions, we will process the images so that your face won't appear, don't worry. .” What's wrong with the appearance of the face, and what can be done more thoroughly than his current situation?Of course, this is just what I think in my heart, but I can't say it. At this moment Yuan Lie also joined the ranks of the interviewers: "I heard from the doctor that I shaved your hair in the morning. How do you feel about your body now that it grows so fast? If there is no way to restrain it for the time being, you have no confidence in your future life." What plan?" "Do you have a history of atavism in your ancestors?" another reporter asked. I looked at him from the gap between several people, and suddenly felt a little sad in my heart. "Have your friends visited you, and do you think you can still get along with them normally?" The man still didn't say a word, his eyes swept over us.My heart skipped a beat when he saw it, it was silent anger. He straightened up from the bed suddenly and yelled. Everyone flinched back, and the two microphones that were originally on his lips shrank back quickly. 一个才进来的小护士急了：“你们怎么能这样打扰病人，快出去出去。” 灰溜溜地被赶到外面，一个人低声抱怨：“怎么和野兽似的。” 和袁列同车回去的路上，我还在想刚才那位返祖病人。传媒的力量已经无孔不入，有些时候叫人无可奈何。 身上长出毛来任何人都无法接受，心理上已经承受了巨大的压力，到医院去疗伤，却被记者在伤口上狠狠洒把盐。这样的情况，不是爆发，就是崩溃。 当事人虽然拒绝配合，新闻却还是照样做了出来，还登了照片，只是隐去了头部。第二天评报的时候，这篇稿子还受到了表扬，我们的副总编蓝头笑眯眯地说：“好，这样的突发新闻就要盯得快盯得紧，不能落到其它媒体后面，如果有新情况，后续报道注意跟上。” 晚上大力张打电话来说有牌局，听见他的声音我的牙又酸起来，放出话去让他准备出血。大力王嘿嘿阴笑着，打牌的时候镇定自若，手风极顺。十二点多结束的时候，我虽然小赢，却没赢到这个可恶家伙的钱，大力王在夜深人静的路上哈哈仰天笑两声，拦下辆的士扬长而去。 “那个家伙真是好运。”在电梯里我还想着牌局。我住在七楼，很多时候我会选择走楼梯锻炼，不过现在半夜三更的，我当然不想摸黑爬楼。 楼道里的灯是声控的，我站在自家门口，“咚”地跺了下脚，闷闷的声响顺着地震荡开，可亮起的却是闪烁不定的光。 “见鬼，又坏了。”我抬头看了看忽明忽暗的灯泡，就像风中的烛火。 我的包很大，东西又多，现在光线不好，我伸手摸了一会儿却还没碰到钥匙。 楼道里太安静了，灯光闪了一会儿又黑了，我却没有再跺脚让它亮起来，有没有都一样。 只有我的手在包里摸索发出的“梭梭”声。 footsteps. 极轻微的脚步声，如果不是那么安静的环境，是听不见的。 我一跺脚让灯再闪起来，四周却没有人。 声音是从一扇虚掩的门里发出来的，那后面是大楼的楼梯。现在声音又没有了。 我有点发寒，但还是走过去，推开门，说：“谁在那？” 声音不是很大，在这上下直通的楼梯间里却有阵阵回音。 No one answered. 我往下走去，没几步，外面的声控灯就灭了，楼梯间里连窗都没有，这下变得一片漆黑。 黑暗里什么都看不见，我试探着又往下走了会儿，到半层的地方停住，又问：“有人吗？” 依然没有人回答，但是在回声的余音里，我又听见了脚步声。 就在我的头顶。 我心里一紧，摸着铁扶手，一步步往上走，我把另一只手虚虚提起，挡在脸的前方，提防着。 夜晚高楼的楼梯间本就是最让人发碜的地方，我心里也打起鼓来。 我走回七楼，又往上走。我的眼睛已经适应了黑暗，但这并不代表能看见什么，到处都黑影重重的。 “谁？”我又问了一句，声音已经有点发虚。 我觉得自己这么莽撞地走到这一片黑暗里来真是个糟糕的主意，不管怎么，还是回到能看见的地方再说。 我快速地往下走，回到七楼，推开门。 “咚”，我重重地跺脚，哪怕是闪烁不定的灯，先让这里亮一点再说。 声控灯应声响起，一闪闪的黄色光。就在我的房门前，站着一个人。 我的心猛地跳了一下，停住脚步：“你是谁？” 他穿着一声风衣，背对着我。在黄光下极为诡异。 听见我问，他转过身来。我却又吓了一跳。 他带着一顶遮到眼睛的帽子，还戴着口罩，只露出一双眼睛。现在可是夏天！ “我是游宏。”他的嗓音沙哑沉重。 “谁？”我一时间想不起这个名字。 “六耳，我是六耳。”他低低地说。 六耳？我一时愣住，他怎么穿成这样，还有他的声音，这是那个无厘头活蹦乱跳的六耳？ 他朝旁边让了让：“怎么，不请我进去？” 这次我倒是很快摸到了钥匙，打开门把他请进去。 把灯打开，我顿时觉得舒坦许多，还是光明好啊。 “怎么那么晚来，之前也不来个电话，刚才搞得神神秘秘，故意吓我吗？”我在客厅的沙发上坐下来，问六耳，却见他站在玄关，帽子口罩和风衣一件没脱。 “穿成这样不热吗，还不脱掉。”我嘴里这样说，心里隐隐有些不安。六耳的样子很不对劲。 六耳把手抬起来，犹豫了一下，慢慢摘去口罩。 “我以为你已经知道了。昨天你见过我的。”说话的时候，他的帽子也拿了下来。 我坐在沙发上的身子不由自主向后缩了缩，倒吸了口冷气，缓缓站起来。 “一个多小时前我剃过一次，现在又成这样了。” 白炽灯的明亮光线下，六耳的脸上蒙了层细而密的棕黑绒毛，从脖子直蔓延到额头发际，让他整张脸都模糊不清。而头发更是变成了长发，披散下来。 他脱去风衣，露出里面的短袖T恤，所有暴露在外面的皮肤上都是层黑毛。出了很多汗，这些毛发都紧贴在皮肤上。 昨天并没听袁列说出游宏的名字，今天的报道里也只是以“游先生”代之，我真的没有想到，昨天躺在华山医院里的毛人，竟就是不久之前和我一同游山玩水，嬉笑玩闹的六耳。 我怔怔地望着六耳，咋见时的微微惊吓与排斥，已经转为难以言喻的复杂心情，一时间不知该说什么好。 六耳见我站在那里没有反应，瞳孔中原本就黯淡的光彩又弱了三分。他弯腰捡起刚脱在茶几上的口罩，就要重新戴起来。 我这才醒悟，一把抓住他的手。刚碰到他毛发的时候，异样的触感让我的动作慢了0.1秒，但立刻就坚定地握住了他的手腕。 “这是干什么，你先坐，我去给你倒杯饮料。” 我拍了拍他的肩膀，从厨房冰箱里取了罐冰可乐，倒在杯子里拿给他。 “热了吧，看你一身汗。”我话一出口，便觉得不太妥当。 “我这一身，能不热吗。”六耳勉强笑了笑，把杯子举到嘴边，手却不停地颤动。他张开嘴，大口地把可乐灌下去，带着泡沫的液体从他嘴角边溢出来，把唇下的毛浸湿一大片。还剩小半杯的时候，他终于被呛到，剧烈地咳嗽起来。 他把杯子放在茶几上，咳地弯下腰去，头垂到腹部。他的双手把脸捂住，整个人弓着，仿佛想要把原本高大的身子蜷成很小的一团。 他拼命不让自己发出声音，宽阔而嶙峋的肩膀抽动着。 我用手轻轻按着他的肩，想不出什么宽慰的言语，只能以这种方式，希望他能感到些许支撑。 六耳这些天受到的打击实在太大，一发泄出来难以抑制，双手也终于捂不住从心里发出的悲声。他猛地抬起头来，双手抓着沙发，刚才无声的嚎哭，已经使他的声音嘶哑无比。 “我该怎么办，我该怎么办？我还想出国啊，我想离开这个地方啊……”他脸上涕泪横流，毛发乱成一团，眼睛对着我，眼神茫然，空洞洞的不知望向哪里。 我与许多人一起经历过险境，以往看见别人困顿不堪的时候，总能说些鼓励的话，让他振作起来，但此刻…… 我找了条干净毛巾，浸了冷水拧干，递给六耳。 六耳把脸抹尽，将毛巾叠好放在茶几上，低声说：“谢谢。” 这时他已经安静了下来。 “还有可乐吗？” 我连忙又给他取了一罐。 六耳喝了口可乐，双眼微闭，胸膛起伏。 “你还记得在福建的时候，我总是说有蚊子，身上痒，点了蚊香也没有用吗？可你却一点感觉都没有。” “难道从那时候起就……” 六耳惨然一笑：“那时我还奇怪，虽然痒却不见肿块，回到上海之后，身上越来越痒，熬不住就去华山医院的皮肤科看，却查不出毛病，医生开了两支过敏性皮炎的药膏让我擦着试试。我全身上下都痒，那两支药膏没几天就用得差不多了，那时候麻痒渐消，我还以为真治好了。” 我听他这样说，当然猜到发生什么，心里叹了口气。 “那天晚上睡觉前我又周身擦了遍药膏，希望以后再也不要复发。当时我觉得这痒起来，简直就是受大刑。”他张开手掌，掌心有一簇毛格外茂盛。 “便是天天痒得死去活来，把自己抓出道道血痕，也好过现在一百倍。”六耳轻轻道。 他看了一会儿自己的手掌，抬头问我：“有剃刀吗？” 我取了自己的刮胡刀给他，这刀我很长一段时间没用，一直嫌麻烦，都用电动的了。 六耳右手握着刮胡刀，缓缓地在左手掌心刮过。他把掌心翻向下，一簇毛发飘落到地下。 他冲我笑了笑：“别担心，待会我会扫掉的。” 六耳慢慢把掌缘和手指上的毛刮干净，又开始刮手背。 “没关系的，你刮。”我见他一下下地在手上刮，毛纷纷掉落，心里却没来由地一寒。 “第二天早上起来，刷牙的时候，觉得自己的胡子长得特别快，洗脸的时候，连擦了四五把，却总是擦不干净，有一层黑色蒙在脸上。”六耳语调平稳，缓慢。仿佛在说一件和他完全没有关系的事。 “你知道，我有点近视，我把脸凑得离镜子很近，很近。我看清楚了，那黑色，是层黑毛。” 六耳把左手上的毛刮干净，翻来覆去看了几遍这只苍白的手掌，向我微微摇了摇：“你看，现在好了。” “你……”我欲言又止。 “让我刮吧，我还能做什么呢？”六耳低下头去，开始刮左小臂。 “那个早上，毛还没有现在长得快，长得长。我戴好隐型眼镜，脱光衣服，在穿衣镜前面仔细地看。”他说话的时候，头不抬起，只是看着刮刀在臂上来回地刮。说到这里，他停了一下，把手臂上刮下的毛吹到地上，然后继续向上刮。 “我照完镜子，把剩下的药膏全都擦在身上。傍晚的时候，我跑出去买了脱毛膏。那个卖药给我的女人，看见我想笑，又有点怕。我走出药店的时候，里面的几个女人立刻就聚在了一起。用完脱毛膏不久，毛就都掉了，连我的眉毛一起。脸上火辣辣地痛，我想是烧伤了。那东西是不能用在脸上的，可我顾不了许多。” 六耳把刀交到左手，张开右手掌：“睡了一觉起来，脸上完全不痛了，我跑进厕所照镜子，然后就把脱毛膏扔了。这毛，一天比一天长得快。我把脸上和左手的毛剃了，留下右手，去了华山医院。那个医生看了我的右手，又看了我身上，脸色都变了。我做了一大堆的化验，从皮肤科转到了内分泌科，住院观察。护士每天早上刮一次毛，过了一天，增加到晚上再刮一次。原先病房里的两个病友，也搬了出去。后来，记者就来了。” 六耳停住刮刀，抬头看我：“他们问这问那的时候，我真想把他们撕了。他们只是需要一篇报道，他们要让所有的人知道，看，出了个毛人！这样，看报纸的人会多多少？一千个，五千个？” 我向后缩了缩。那篇报道虽然不是我写的，但我未必就没做过这样的事。新闻做得漂亮，但对被采访来说却雪上加霜。 “对不起，我不是针对你。昨天我看到你的时候，我突然想，这些医生帮不了我，他们从来没碰到过这样的病，从来没听说过人的毛孔数量在短期内可以增加一倍、两倍，毛发会以每天五厘米、十厘米的速度生长。或许只有你能帮我。” “我？”我愣住了。 “你认识很多人，他们的本领，不是现代科技都无法解释吗，那么或许现代医学无法医好的病，他们可以。”六耳看着我，眼中满是希望。 那是他最后的希望。 “我能想到的，只有你了，你曾经和我说过的事，那些人，一定是真的，不是吗？”六耳张开左手伸到我面前，在掌心，刚刮得干干净净的掌心，又生出一群黑点：“你看，它们是那么快，那么快。” 六耳盯着那些黑点，眼中满是恐惧。 “是的，那些是真的。” 六耳笑了，这是我今天第一次看到他发自内心的笑容，哪怕是满脸的黑毛，也遮挡不住。 “我就知道。”他说：“我就知道。那些都是真的。” 是真的又怎样，并不代表就能治好你的病啊。我认识的那些人，没有一个擅长治疗，事实上他们对自己所拥有的能力，都未必能知其所以然。 这些话，我当然只能心里想想，不能对六耳说。 他把刮刀放下，站起身：“扫帚在哪里，我把地上这些扫掉。” “我来吧。”我拿出扫帚和簸箕，却被六耳一把抢过。 他握着扫帚的右手，手背上的毛已经刮去，指背上却还在，黑白分明。 我把眼神转开。 六耳把地上的毛都扫进簸箕，再倒进垃圾筒里。我把扫帚簸箕放回原处，回到客厅的时候，六耳还站在茶几前。 “我住在你这里，行吗？” "what……" “我是从医院偷跑出来的，我不想回自己那里了，我怕被记者找到。那些邻居……我也不想被他们看见。” “那你父母？” “我没有父母。”六耳说：“他们死了。” “对不起。”我没想到六耳竟然父母早亡。 “我也没有什么朋友。” 我心里讶异，这么外向型性格的人，怎么会没什么朋友。在福建的时候，虽然特别缠我 屯爬锲渌说墓叵狄捕己懿淮淼摹? “好，你就在我这里住下，有吃有穿，少不了你。”我故意把话说得油滑一点。在福建的时候，我每时每刻，都是这样和他说话的。但现在，我却要很努力，才能说出来。 六耳的嘴角牵出一丝笑容：“你放心，我不会给你找麻烦的，我就呆在这里，哪儿也不去。” 我心头沉重，十几天前的那个少年，还回得来吗？ “明天，你能不能帮我买把剪刀，这样刮……太慢了。” 就这样，我多了个不见天日的房客。