Chapter 64 Chapter 5 The Initial Conspiracy

I turned on the light and looked at my watch. It was already past 3 o'clock in the morning.In the middle of the night, I was startled by a knock on the door, but after the shock, nothing but fire remained.I calmed down a bit, got up from the bed, didn't even bother to turn on the light, just wanted to beat this bastard who disturbed my sleep.Unexpectedly, when I opened the door, I immediately froze and forgot to close my open mouth. "Uncle, why do you..." I asked in surprise. Uncle came uninvited, he didn't answer, he told me to close the door after he walked in, and then said: "Don't turn on the light, lest they know I'm looking for you."

I closed the door suspiciously, thinking what the hell was going on with my uncle, after dinner, he obviously had a chance to talk to me, but he ran away after eating.Now at 3 o'clock in the morning, my uncle won't even turn off the lights, he's so mysterious, maybe it's inconvenient to say something in front of others.My mind was spinning very fast, I thought of a hundred possibilities, and even thought that my uncle would kowtow to admit his mistakes, and regret what he did to his father back then. People are about to die, but their words are kind. Who knew that after the uncle found a chair and sat down, he said, "Why do you want me to tell you where the ancient city of Yuequan is?"

Although the lights were not turned on, the street lights outside came in through the stained glass, so they could still see each other dimly without turning on the lights in the house.I sat on the edge of the bed, pulled out the copy of the scriptures from the bed, and said, "I'll exchange this with you." Although the elder uncle is old, his eyes are still sharp. In the dim room, he glanced at the copy of the broken scriptures I opened, and was silent for a while.I was worried that my uncle thought I was cheating, so I turned over the first few pages of the copy of the broken scriptures and showed him slowly.I hand-copied the copy of the Canon in Qingdao overnight, so I memorized the content of the Canon again, and now I can recite it backwards without reading it.

I only flipped through the first few pages, and then immediately closed the copy of the fragmented scriptures, lest my uncle would have a photographic memory and memorize them all at once.The uncle stretched his neck, as if he wanted to see everything, but he wanted to maintain that awesome posture, so he pretended to be reserved and not interested. The uncle said incoherently: "It turns out that the old man gave you the scriptures. Could it be that he...could it be..." I nodded and admitted: "He told me about the past at that time, and he gave it to me within a few days, and he didn't mention it to anyone else afterwards."

Uncle coughed a few times: "Originally? You just copy a copy for me, how do I know it's true or not?" I expected that my uncle would not believe it easily, so I put the original scripture in front of him and asked him to compare it word by word.My uncle was afraid of being fraudulent, so he told me to light up the flashlight, and check it carefully against the original and the copy.Finally, my uncle believed me, and he told me to turn off the light, and then I remained silent for a long time, as if thinking about whether the deal was worth it.In the dark, my uncle admitted frankly that he already knew about my experience for more than a year, but he seemed to avoid talking about the Buddha Sea Demon House and the Tea King Valley, and he didn't seem to know everything about it.Regarding the ancient city of Yuequan, my uncle didn't mention a single word. With his stubborn brain, he must be worried that I will deduce all the information from a few clues, and then fly away with a copy of the broken scriptures.

After removing the broken scriptures, I asked my uncle if he would reveal the location of Yuequan Ancient City and other useful information.My uncle was very tight-lipped. He only said that he must wait until his fish-scale strange disease is cured, otherwise he would not say a word to me.The uncle also said that my three cousins ​​knew nothing about the ancient city of Yuequan, and told me not to talk nonsense in front of them, otherwise even if I gave him the original Canon, he would not consider saying a word to me .Among the three cousins, except for the second cousin, the other two have basically become useless talents, and they only have the legacy of the eldest uncle in their eyes.Although the old uncle is cruel and ruthless, when I think that his future ending will not be happy, I can't help but feel sad for him.

Who knows that good intentions will not be rewarded. I was feeling sad for my uncle's children, but my uncle slandered my father: "Do you know what Lu Liancheng wants to do? The good Lujia tea shop didn't flourish, but ran back to the mainland. I'm afraid you still don't know about his conspiracy." My uncle's family likes to slander my father the most. I haven't settled with him yet, so I took the opportunity to brainwash me.It is true that my father ruined all the family property, but he just wanted to find the ancient city, and this kind of purpose is understandable.No one knows about that mysterious ancient city. Letting it disappear in the desert would be a waste of its original value.Although the father pretended to be depraved, it can't be called a conspiracy. If the uncle did everything possible to stop it, why did the father make such a bad plan.

I suppressed my anger and replied word by word: "Please don't waste your words in front of me, uncle. I know exactly what kind of person my father is. Thank you very much." Uncle pretended he didn’t hear it, and still refused to give up. He said: “Lu Liancheng’s mansion is very deep. He pretended to be frustrated in business and ran back to the mainland, intending to go to the ancient city of Yuequan again. It’s a pity that the desert is ever-changing, and the sand dunes keep moving. Even if it's just one day later, the landscape of the desert will change. He can't find it no matter what, and he's really addicted to alcohol..."

"Enough!" I couldn't bear it anymore and interrupted, "I already know these things, you don't have to worry about it, first cure your illness and then meddle in other people's business. It's too late, you go back and rest, I also very tired." After my eviction order, the eldest uncle's face became much uglier. He didn't continue to sit cheekily, but got up to leave.My uncle is suffering from a strange disease, and it is difficult to recover in a short time. It’s not that I don’t believe in Huang Dejun’s dumb magic stick. Even if he is Hua Tuo or Zhang Tianshi, it will be difficult for my uncle to recover immediately.Therefore, I threw out a sentence, telling my uncle that Mu Qingxiang and I will only stay in Xiamen for five days, once the five days are over, no matter whether his strange disease is cured or not, we will leave without looking back.The uncle snorted coldly, as if being humiliated, he slammed the door angrily and left.

The next morning, Huang Dejun didn't prepare breakfast, but bought a few catties of peaches from the fruit shop in Wutong Village.Except for the little cousin who likes to eat peaches, everyone simply said that they would not eat breakfast, so the few catties of peaches were all eaten by the little cousin.I asked Huang Dejun, if I don't have time to make breakfast, I can help.But Huang Dejun made gestures for a long time before I realized that the breakfast ingredients prepared yesterday were missing, so he hurried to buy a few catties of peaches and came back. Huang Dejun prepared steamed buns and chicken soup for breakfast, but the steamed buns were gone, and the unkilled chicken was also missing.The huge yellow house is like a prison, and it is impossible to slip in just by climbing over the wall, unless you enter and exit through the front door or the back door.Therefore, Huang Dejun couldn't figure out how these ingredients were lost. I even joked that it might have been stolen by ghosts. Who knew that Huang Dejun gave Huang Dejun a stare, as if he was insulted.

After Mu Qingxiang found out about this, she told me to be careful and not to run around at night.Both the front and back doors of Huangcuo showed no signs of being pried. It is estimated that these meals were stolen for other purposes, not as simple as filling one's hunger.I didn't think too deeply about it. My uncle had a strict family education. He definitely didn't allow the three cousins ​​to eat more, so they got up in the middle of the night and ate those ingredients secretly. I've been with Zhao Shuai for a long time, and I'm used to big fish and big meat, but the sight of fruit turns my appetite off.I ate little last night, and I was hungry when I woke up in the middle of the night, facing those black-faced people.So, I discussed with Mu Qingxiang whether we should go to the village to find something to eat, so as not to see my uncle's family again. Mu Qingxiang doesn't want to eat breakfast, in fact, I rarely see her eating, it's really like eating out of this world.When I went to Wutong Village for a stroll, Mu Qingxiang was standing on the edge of the blue-black sea cliff, blowing the sea breeze happily, as if she would fly up when the wind blew.The people in the village are very laid back. Although the geographical location is a bit remote and there are many ancient buildings, the modern atmosphere of the village is obviously much better than that of Huangcuo by the sea cliff.At least five or six households have bought TV sets, and some have spent more than 1,000 yuan on installing telephones, and there are even fruit shops and grocery stores. I saw a small restaurant at the head of the village. In addition to drinks, there are fresh shrimps, crabs, small fish boiled in soy sauce, fried sea oysters, fried rice, fried vegetables, etc. These things made my mouth water.I ordered a large table of dishes and asked the owner to eat together. The owner sat down cheerfully and asked me what a foreigner was doing here, and whether he wanted to go out on a boat.I said no, and then asked what the original owner of Huangcuo did. The shop owner is a middle-aged uncle, and he is straightforward. He said that no one knows who the people in Huangcuoli are, because it is a few hundred meters away from the village, and everyone has not had much contact with each other. We only see wealthy businessmen from other places often come to Huangcuoli to find people. .However, according to the stories left by the ancestors, Huangcuo was originally built in the 31st year of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty (1905), and it took three years to complete it. It was built by a Chinese businessman surnamed Huang who lived in the Philippines.However, during the general survey of ancient buildings, according to the records of the house deed, Huangcuo was "purchased and rebuilt in the sixth year of Guangxu", that is to say, there was already a house, and the businessman surnamed Huang just processed it. As for who the original owner of Huangcuo was, because of the vicissitudes of life, everyone is no longer clear, only that it existed a long time ago.At that time, the businessman surnamed Huang remodeled Huangcuo, and specially transported fir, nanmu, eucalyptus, as well as granite and diabase (that is, Qingdoushi) from the Philippines. Devour. During the conversation, I learned that the origin of Wutong Ancient Ferry is not simple, and it has been famous as early as the Southern Song Dynasty.It is said that 800 years ago, Wen Tianxiang, who "retained his loyalty and history" in history, fled to Wutong Gudu with Duanzong, who was only 11 years old. The word "Longmen" was left on it, so Wutong Ancient Ferry is also called "Longmen Ferry".Today, the word Longmen has disappeared, but this matter is recorded in many ancient books. I wondered, Wen Tianxiang, a loyal and righteous man, had brought the little emperor here. I don’t know if I walked the way he walked.After I was full, I went to the pier again, Mu Qingxiang was still standing there motionless, I even thought she was going to jump off.None of the three cousins ​​left the yellow house because their uncle had issued a ban. Although they talked wildly in private, they did not dare to disobey their uncle. Most likely, they were worried that they would not get much inheritance, so they pretended to be obedient. I yelled to Mu Qingxiang a few times from a distance, but she didn't turn her head back. I don't know if she didn't want to talk to me, or because the sea breeze was too strong, she didn't hear.Huangcuo is more than 100 meters away from the edge of the sea cliff. My stomach is too full, so I don’t bother to hang around anymore. I want to go back to my room and sleep for a few hours.The environment here is quiet and leisurely, in fact, it is very suitable for vacation, and it happens that I have nothing to worry about, so I have the right to come here to relax. Several relatives hid in the room. In broad daylight, there was no one in Huangcuo, so they thought that there was no one living here.I swaggered back into the house and felt something was wrong just as I was about to lie down.I got up and looked at the luggage, damn it, it has been turned over!The wing rooms were not locked, because the high walls of Huangcuo were like a palace compound, we all thought it was safe, not to mention that Huangcuo was located alone on the edge of the sea cliff, if a thief came over, it would be easy to be found.According to the villagers of Wutong, the place is very peaceful. There has been no crime for decades, not even petty theft. I cursed in my heart, it must be the bastards of my uncle who did it, maybe they stole both the original and the copy of the Canon while I was away.This group of profiteers is really capable, and when the time comes to shift the responsibility to Moxuyou's thieves, they can stay out of the matter.But I rummaged through my luggage, and there were both the original and the copy of the canon. In just one hour, it was difficult for them to copy the full text and return it to my bag. I looked at the luggage bag hesitantly, maybe I was wrong, but the things in the bag were obviously messed up.If you don't steal the scriptures, what else can you steal? I have all my money on me, and there should be nothing else of value in my bag.After standing in doubt for a while, I felt more and more that something was wrong, and finally I remembered something, and a sense of cold fear immediately hit my whole body.