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Not long after, the three of them arrived at Huanglong Temple at the foot of Huanglong Mountain.//Baidu search   to see the latest chapter//

Wang Guan once heard of Huanglong Temple, but he had never come to see it. Although this temple is not famous in the sense of ordinary people, it is the ancestral home of Huanglong Sect, one of the five famous schools and seven sects among Buddhist Zen Buddhism.

These five sects and seven schools refer to the five schools including Linji Sect, Caodong Sect, Weiyang Sect, Yunmen Sect, and Fayan Sect. Together with the Huanglong Sect and Yangqi Sect divided by Linji Sect, they are collectively called the Seven Sects.

In ancient times, the Huanglong Sect was very prosperous and its influence was even spread overseas. Until now, the branches of the Huanglong Sect existed in all countries in Southeast Asia. Unfortunately, after the late Qing Dynasty, Huanglong Temple, as its ancestral home, inevitably declined.

It was not until the early 1990s that the dilapidated Huanglong Temple was rebuilt and a little vitality was restored. However, its momentum was less than one percent of that in ancient times. Although it attracted many Buddhists to visit each year, its influence among the people was extremely small. Or nearby cities and counties may have heard of this Huanglong Temple, but if it is out of the province, it is probably unknown.

Of course, these things were not something that Wang Guan should worry about. After coming to Huanglong Temple, he and Peng Cheng bought a scent of incense and worshiped them all the way. After passing through the Buddhist temple, Guanyin hall, Zushi Hall and other places, he also visited the legendary handwritten handwriting of Huang Tingjian, as well as the cliff carvings everywhere.

When he walked past a place, Huang Ting suddenly pointed to the mountain and said, "Look at that, there is Li Guo's tomb on it."

"Li Guo? Who is it?" Peng Cheng said inexplicably.

"It's Li Guo, a very famous person. He seemed to be the leader of the rebel army in the late Ming Dynasty. Later, when he was defeated, he ran to Huanglong Temple to become a monk..." Huang Ting explained, but he didn't mention the key point.

"Oh!" Peng Cheng responded, looking like he understood, but in fact he didn't know, thinking that Li Guo was an unknown man.

However, Wang Guan reacted and said in surprise: "Li Guo you mentioned is Li Zicheng's nephew, right?"

"Yes, yes, it's him." Huang Ting nodded quickly.

Peng Cheng's history is not very good. He scratched his head and said, "Li Zicheng, I know, you should compete with Wu Sangui for Chen Yuanyuan's man, but does he have a nephew?"

"It must be." Wang Guan said with some sympathy: "You can go back and read the history book and you will know how powerful Li Guo is."

"That's it." Huang Ting agreed: "Li Guo is a very famous anti-Qing general. He once commanded more than 100,000 troops to fight against Qing soldiers in Xiushui..."

"Tsk, it's not a failure in the end. I can only become a monk in shame." Peng Cheng said contemptuously.

This is right. He is not judged by success or failure, but the loser is just comforting himself. Wang Guan nodded slightly and said curiously: "Is Li Guo's cemetery here? I really don't know about this."

"It has only been verified in the past two years." Huang Ting smiled and said, "To be honest, everyone has no idea whether it is true or not. It's just that some experts have come to see it and have obtained a lot of historical materials. It proves that the place above is Li Guo's grave."

"How to prove it? There is a name written on the monument?" Wang Guan asked.

Huang Ting shook her head and said, "The text on the monument has become weathered, leaving only the word Li."

"Wang Guan, you are so curious, just look up." Peng Cheng suggested.

"Okay." Wang Guan said with great interest: "I just don't know if I can go up and visit."

"It's okay, there is no key protection area above. You can go up and see it casually." Huang Ting smiled, waved and took them around the mountain, climbed on the overgrown slope for a while, and then came to Li Guo's cemetery.

Wang Guan stopped and looked at it, and saw that the tomb was made of granite stone, but the tombstone was moved away and placed in a mess. There was also a clear hole in the tomb.

"What's going on?" Wang Guan said in shock: "It seems that this tomb has been dug up. Was it the same before?"

"No." Huang Ting said in surprise: "When I came to see it before, the stone tablet was still fine, how could it become like this?"

"Xiao Ting, how long has it been since you came to see it?" Peng Cheng looked at it and shook his head, "The mud in the hole is dry, and it seems that it has been dug for a long time."

"I just heard that this was Li Guo's grave. I was curious and came to see it. It seemed that it had been two years." Huang Ting smiled embarrassedly, and then said angrily: "I don't know who did it, but it was too much to actually dig someone's grave."

"The technique is rough and so unprofessional. Some local people are obsessed with the greed of greed. They think there are burial objects in the cemetery of celebrities, so they robbed them privately. They didn't think about what valuable things can be found in the tomb of a monk who became a monk halfway through?"

Wang Guan shook his head and frowned, "But, no one in the local area is concerned about such rampant behavior? Not to mention those who catch the tomb robbers, at least they must repair the tomb."

"Without clear instructions, it is too late to shirk responsibility. Who is willing to meddle in other people's business?" Peng Cheng sneered: "Wang Guan, you don't understand the style of the agency, don't seek merit, but seek no mistakes. Who cares about this matter means that this is his responsibility, and it becomes a self-inflicted effort."

"So I said that the inaction of some institutions is more harmful than the destroyers." Wang Guan sighed a little.

At this time, Peng Cheng shook his head and said, "Don't worry about the country and the people. We can't control this matter, and it's not our turn to control it. If you scold enough, leave. The tombstones have been exposed, and there is no point in view."

"Well, let's go." Wang Guan turned around in disappointment and walked slowly down the mountain.

After walking for a while, branches and leaves suddenly surged in the dense jungle next to him, which immediately scared the three of them, stopped quickly and looked over with some vigilance.

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a traditional gown opened a piece of branches and leaves, slowly walked out, and met Wang Guan and the others directly, and everyone was stunned.

At the same time, seeing clearly the appearance of the visitor, Huang Ting hesitated and shouted: "Fourth Master..."

"Huh?" The man was stunned, looked at Huang Ting with a look, and a trace of thought flashed through his eyes. After a while, he suddenly said: "You are the girl from the Lao Qi family."

"That's right." Huang Ting smiled and said, "Hello, the fourth uncle, this is my boyfriend Peng Cheng, and his friends..."

"Fourth uncle!"

When Peng Cheng heard that this person was Huang Ting’s elder, he hurriedly called out humbly.

The man glanced at him, nodded softly, and then said in a low voice: "Are you going to Huanglong Temple to visit? There are many snakes, insects, rats and ants on the mountain. Don't run around, hurry up and go down."

While speaking, the middle-aged man ignored them and went into the jungle and disappeared.

Seeing this, Peng Cheng frowned and said with some concern: "Xiaoting, are you, the fourth uncle, not satisfied with me?"

"Don't guess." Huang Ting quickly comforted her, and then whispered: "I, the fourth uncle, have a weird temper and rarely interact with everyone. Even if I don't like you, I will not talk bad things about you everywhere."

"That's good." Peng Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and said a little strangely: "Xiaoting, what do you, the fourth uncle, do you dress like this...retro."

"Uh, it seems to be called a Di Master." Huang Ting said half-knowingly: "It's just helping people see Feng Shui."

"To be precise, it is a Feng Shui master who senses the movement of the earth's energy, surveys the geographical context of mountains, rivers, and finds dragons and points acupoints for people." Wang Guan explained: "Didn't you see him holding a compass in his hand just now? It's probably looking for Feng Shui treasure land."

"Ah..." Peng Cheng suddenly realized, a trace of disapproval flashed through his eyes, obviously he had no good impression of such superstitious things. However, he did not show it in front of Huang Ting.

Huang Ting didn't notice it. After looking at the time, she smiled and said, "It's almost noon, let's go back for dinner."

Wang Guan heard the sound and hesitated: "This... I don't have to follow you."

"Wang Guan, why are you polite? Just a meal, there is no need to feel embarrassed."

While speaking, Peng Cheng held Wang Guan's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "You guy, you want to escape in the last battle again. I'm so unfaithful, I'm going to curse people..."

"Just endure hardship yourself, why bother me to suffer?" Wang Guan said helplessly.

"No matter what, I'm not having a good time, you don't want to run away..." Peng Cheng shook his head and dragged Wang Guan down the mountain.

Not long after, the three of them returned to the Huang family, and Huang's father was busy in the kitchen. Seeing this situation, he didn't have to say hello, Peng Cheng ran to help wash dishes and wash dishes with a smile.

When cooking, I was happy, but when I was eating, I became obviously cautious. Anyway, Wang Guan was very uncomfortable after this meal, but it must be much better than Peng Cheng.

It took nearly an hour to make people feel uncomfortable. Then, everyone sat in the hall, chatting all over, mainly Huang's mother was asking, and Peng Cheng replied.

Wang Guan was interested in helping him, but he was afraid that Huang's mother would feel dissatisfied with the overwhelming crowd, so he simply remained silent. However, Huang's father did not forget the morning words, and after washing the dishes and chopsticks, he came to Wang Guan to chat.

After chatting for a while, when talking about Wang Guan’s work, Huang’s father suddenly looked at him and said, “You work in an antique shop, so you should have a better understanding of ancient things.”

"I can't say I know much, but I can generally recognize it." Wang Guan said modestly, and suddenly felt that he had a move in his heart and looked at Huang's father, vaguely feeling that he might not have suffered in vain today.

"You wait..."

At this moment, Huang's father stood up and walked out of the living room. After a few minutes, he walked back, but there was a small flat box in his hand.

Seeing this, Huang's mother frowned and said, "What are you doing with this thing? You are not giving up."

"What are you not giving up? I just let Xiao Wang see if he knows what this is." Huang's father defended himself, then handed the long box to Wang Guan, and said with a smile: "Xiao Wang, take a look."

"What's so good about a bad pen?" Huang's mother snorted, revealing the mystery in one sentence.

"well……"

Wang Guan sighed in his heart, and the feeling of pleasure of personally solving the mystery disappeared.

Then, Wang Guan shook his head slightly, calmed down, and gently opened the flat box, and saw a brush holder that was more than 20 centimeters long was placed in it. The reason why it was a brush holder was because the tip of the tip of the pen was already bald, and only a shallow piece of hair was embedded on the tip of the pen...

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