Chapter 101 Chapter Thirteen

Of course, I know who the tea ancestor is, but I have never seen his sculpture. When I saw it today, it really looks like a fairy, and there are a few scary muscles.I don't know if he himself is like this, or if later generations have done beauty for him.In fact, I have seen this kind of house before, and some even made the house into the shape of a teapot, not just as simple as a teacup. After I dug out the stone statue, I found a row of introductions on the life of the tea ancestors at the base, all in ancient Chinese, but not difficult to understand.Several paragraphs in it are: So far, Shi Duan has come down, and in Zukao, it is said that the ancestor Wu's surname, the legal principles are true, and it is the strict way of the Western Han Dynasty.With five peaks of hair loss, Mengshan was built, and it came from the surface of the mountain, and brought along the seeds of Lingming, and planted among the five peaks.It is not full of feet, neither born nor destroyed, very unusual, only two or three small plants.

This passage means that the tea ancestor, whose surname is Wu and whose dharma name is Lizhen, lived in the Western Han Dynasty.He became a monk in Wuding and was the ancestor who founded Mengshan Mountain. He planted several tea trees in Mengding and became immortal tea ever since.Mengshan is a mountain in Sichuan. Wuding refers to the five peaks in the mountain. The top of Mengshan is the place where tea ancestor Wu Lizhen first planted tea trees. I don’t know much about that period of history, and it’s not mentioned in the Canon whether the Patriarch had ever been to the desert. After all, it’s been thousands of years, and many details are not available.Mu Qingxiang said that she used to pay homage to the tea ancestor every day in the mansion deep in the mountains, and she was also surprised when she saw the sculpture of the patriarch just now.

The big house is located in the center of the small ancient city, and has a special status. Maybe the whole city regards Wu Lizhen as a fairy.According to the legend, the patriarch indeed turned into a stone man while digging a well, and he was among the immortals. Later, he asked the stone statue for rain and got rain, which was very effective. After digging it out, Mu Qingxiang and I took a few steps back and admired it quietly.I looked at the majestic stone statue of the patriarch, and felt dizzy again. I don't know if my eyes were blurred, or what, but I saw the patriarch's hand suddenly.I asked Mu Qingxiang if she saw it. I thought she would say that I was wrong, but she replied that the hand of the stone statue did move just now.

It is strange that the stone statue can move. I wanted to take a closer look, but the stone statue's hand broke off and fell into the yellow sand.I stopped in a daze, looked back at Mu Qingxiang, and said in my heart that I had sinned against the drunk, that I had used too much force just now, and actually cut off the hand of the patriarch.Fortunately, only the hands were cut off. If the head was also cut off, the patriarch might be very angry. As soon as I thought about it, Patriarch's head shook, and it really fell on the sand.I stepped forward suspiciously. I didn't use too much strength just now. How could I dig the stone statue to pieces.Of course, the stone statue has been buried in the yellow sand for two thousand years, and it may have been deserted, and a little force will destroy the structure.But I was obviously very careful just now, and I walked over to see that the stone statue was full of cracks.

I picked up Patriarch's head and wanted to put it back on, but I didn't bring any cement or glue, so I couldn't do anything.Just as I was about to give up, I heard a rustling sound behind the stone statue. I turned around and saw a long red worm crawling towards Patriarch. The dark red worm is shaped like a cow's intestines, and its body is wrinkled. It is as difficult to separate the head from the tail as an earthworm.There are old beards on both ends, like anus, disgusting to death.When I saw it, I picked up the shovel, gritted my teeth and slapped it, and the red mucus splashed, but luckily it didn't get on me.Since entering the desert, except for scattered plants and those few sand wolves, we have never seen other creatures.I don't know what this strange insect is, I have never heard of it, and it can survive in a harsh environment.

Mu Qingxiang saw that I was holding the shovel again, so she asked me what I was doing, and I said I killed a bug, nothing unusual.Now that the statue of Patriarch is broken, let's bury him back, otherwise he will be angry.Mu Qingxiang did as I wanted, and didn't say much, but I thought it would be redundant, because the ancient city would be buried by yellow sand in a while. The temperature was very low, and the overcoat I was wearing was not good enough to keep out the cold. After I walked out of the big house, I went back to the camp.Mu Qingxiang still wanted to wander around the ancient city, so I had no choice but to follow her around again.As soon as we walked out, we saw a well next to the big house. We also found a well in the desert before, and there was a red-clothed female corpse under the well.

This well was also sealed with a cover, and when the yellow stone cover was lifted, a burst of sand and dust flew into the air.I covered my mouth and nose with choking, and thought to myself: Don't have any more female corpses down the well, at least some gold and silver.In some ancient countries in the East and the West, the well is the entrance to the gods, and it is often called the golden well or the holy well.That kind of well is generally not dug for water, but it is dug deeper, and then when offering sacrifices, all the treasures are thrown into it. The more you throw, the stronger the country will be.

The well is located in the center of the ancient city, so it is definitely not an ordinary well. Besides, digging a well in the desert is not a waste of work.I was worried that the well had been buried for too long and it was full of poisonous gas, so I stood far away and lifted the cover with a shovel.After the dust dissipated, Mu Qingxiang and I walked over slowly, the moonlight and the flashlight flowed into the well, illuminating the well, and we were overjoyed at the same time. This time, we were finally lucky, and what we saw were not dead bodies, but rare antiques.I looked down with ecstasy, and with the moonlight and flashlight, I felt that those antiques were shining with golden light.The most surprising thing was that I saw several delicate teacups, which seemed to be the same as my uncle's fake teacup.The uncle was imitated from the original, and the bottom of the well is definitely not a fake, at least not a modern one.Now that the teacup of Yuequan Ancient City has been found in the holy well, Yuequan Ancient City is 100% nearby, and this small ancient city may be a nearby town.

If this kind of good thing is missed, there will be no second time. I hurried to the camp, grabbed a few hemp ropes and returned to the edge of the holy well.The railings and nooses of the holy well had long been reduced to ashes, and Mu Qingxiang asked me to tie the rope to the stone foundation of the big house, and then slide into the well. In ancient times, the holy well was only allowed to throw away the treasure, and never allowed to take it back, because it was already the property of the gods, and if you compete with the gods, you are just asking for trouble.Not only that, after the holy well has been dug, no one is allowed to go down, otherwise it is blasphemy.I thought to myself that the gods are not to blame, I didn't want to steal your things, I just wanted to take a few things back to show off.When I went down the well, I slid down two or three meters and found that there were carvings on the wall of the well.

I slowed down the rope, and then tilted my head to see the content of the mural. I saw something like a moon on it, and many people were kneeling.There is a man above the moon, with a wolf head and a human body, where there is no fairy spirit, he looks like a monster.I soon understood that this is the appearance of the moon god Jiafu. The strange thing is that not only does he have no immortal energy, but he also humblely bows down to Wu Lizhen, the tea ancestor.Come to think of it, when the myth of Jiafu was created, the Guishuang Empire had already heard about the deeds of the Patriarch, and the connection between them is temporarily unknown. I continued to slide down, and when I stepped on the antique at the bottom of the well, My heart is finally relieved.The wood fragrance on it told me not to get carried away, those treasures in ancient times were sprinkled with long-lasting and highly poisonous, just touching them would make the whip stick.For this trip, we have already prepared plastic gloves, we wear them when we touch anything, otherwise it will be very troublesome if it is contaminated with ancient germs or something.I picked up a teacup casually and looked at it. It was a teacup from the Jin Dynasty, which meant that the ancient city of Yuequan had lasted for hundreds of years at that time, at least it still existed during the Jin Dynasty.

I put the teacups into the bag, and Mu Qingxiang didn't object, so I added a few more gold and silver utensils, as well as a few gems.The bottom of the well was very stuffy, and I gradually felt out of breath. I don't know if it was a problem with the gas, or because I was not feeling well all the time.I supported the wall of the well and beat my chest, trying to wake up, but I heard Mu Qingxiang urging from above: Come up quickly, it seems that something happened above. Mu Qingxiang seemed weak, but she was very strong and pulled me out of the holy well in no time.After I climbed up foaming at the mouth and looked up at the situation outside the well, I realized why Mu Qingxiang told me to come out immediately.The yellow sand began to move faster again, and soon, the small ancient city would not see the light of day again, and the next batch of people who had a relationship with it might have to wait for hundreds of years. We hurriedly fled the ancient city with our things, but the sand mountain fell to this side, and there were waves of sand rushing down in an instant.I took a step back to avoid the sand waves, but I was separated from Mu Qingxiang, and she quickly escaped from the trap, while I was still in the ancient city.Fortunately, there is a trail on the left, I ran away in a panic, Huangsha chased me, trying to swallow me up.I couldn't help turning my head back, wanting to see the scene of the sand mountain falling. At this moment, I saw a few dark red strange insects in the yellow sand, which were the same as the one I saw on Patriarch. There are strange insects lurking in the vast desert. What do they feed on and survive in the harsh natural conditions?With doubts, I scrambled to escape from the small ancient city. The sound also woke up other people in the camp. They rubbed their eyes and asked what was going on. It was still dark, and the silver moon was still hanging in the darkness. Everything that happened just now was like a dream.When I told other people what happened, they blamed me for stealing credit and sneaked away behind their backs.I was just worried that they were too tired so I didn't wake them up.The little cousin fell asleep, I don't know if she didn't sleep well, or she was in the same situation as me, her face was pale, and she seemed to be very uncomfortable.I kindly asked my little cousin if she was in the same situation as me, but she told me not to worry, it was just her period. Maybe the previous exploration team found some ancient sites from time to time, so Uncle An and Uncle Chen took it easy, and told me to be careful when I take it out in the future, and don’t sell it, otherwise ten heads would not be enough to chop off.Nan Gongxiong liked the antiques I brought back very much. Zhao Shuai was afraid that others would snatch them, so he told me to put them away immediately and take them out when I returned to Beijing.Everyone discussed it for a while, and soon curled up and fell asleep again, and no one was in the mood to dig up the yellow sand again. That night, Mu Qingxiang saw that I was not feeling well, so she told me to have a good rest, and she kept watch for me.I said thank you, and fell asleep. Now I seem to be seasick, which is very uncomfortable.I slept until I felt hot all over, and then I opened my eyes, and the sun started to run rampant in the sky again. We expect to be able to walk out of the desert in two days. If we can't find the ancient city of Yuequan in these two days, it can only be said that we are unlucky.However, the small ancient city was found last night, and the remains of Yuequan Ancient City can be seen as soon as today, as long as it has not been buried by yellow sand. After finishing rectification, we moved forward wearily. It was probably more difficult for Xuanzang to learn Buddhist scriptures back then.I walked at the end and felt much more comfortable. I remembered the tea ancestor in the small ancient city, so I took out the broken scriptures and carefully checked whether there was any mention of the tea ancestor in the scriptures.I have memorized the Canon by heart a long time ago, and I remember that there is no mention of the tea ancestor in the scriptures, so I am afraid that I may miss it when I read it now. Tea culture is all connected, even if it is not mentioned, it can be deduced from the side.I opened the scriptures with full expectation, and was about to read it again from beginning to end, but stopped in doubt.I closed the Canon in a daze, looked at the cover, and it was definitely the original one.Since entering the desert, I have been carrying the remnants of scriptures with me, lest I lose them in other places.After the flood, I also specially checked the remnants of scriptures. Although they had been soaked in water, they were still fine after drying. Puzzlingly, I opened the remnants of the scriptures again, facing the scorching sun, standing on the back of the yellow sand, and couldn't help muttering in my heart—all the words on the scriptures disappeared, and it became a wordless book.