After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 665: The Immortal Riding a Phoenix and the Secret Treasure in the Town Object!
As long as the standard is met, it's fine.

Chen Yang quickly collected all the [Immortal Staffs] and searched the entire forest, but found not even a single piece left.

These immortal staffs are undoubtedly the by-products of Chen Antai's [human soul] cultivation over the years.

After coming down from the mountain, Chen Yang gave a part of the [Immortal Staff] to Huang Daolin.

At this time, Tong Xin came down from upstairs.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Chen Yang looked at him, "How do you feel?"

Tong Xin rubbed his head, his brows tightly locked, "It's okay, I just feel a little pain in my body and my head hurts a lot."

"How can it not hurt to be struck by lightning? It will be fine after a few days of rest."

Chen Yang walked towards him, "Have you finished tempering your divine consciousness?"

The divine consciousness he had previously cultivated through the [Shen Zang Sutra] was a false divine consciousness with limited capabilities.

This time when he went up the mountain, he was struck by lightning twice. He didn't know whether the energy of the lightning was enough for him to temper his spiritual power.

"Maybe, maybe, it should be done."

Tong Xin was not quite sure, "I just tried it and put my mind into the spirit platform. It should be able to go in, but it hurts so much that I am dying..."

"Take your time, don't rush."

Huang Daolin came over and checked him. "It's done. The thunder and fire tempering is indeed effective, but the degree of condensation is still a little lacking. You can continue to practice your technique, and the degree of condensation will naturally increase..."

"However, you'd better hide your divine consciousness in your spirit platform to nourish it. If you keep it in your eye orifice all the time, the consumption of energy will be too great if your heavenly eye is open for a long time..."

"But it hurts so much." Tong Xin smiled bitterly.

"No matter how painful it is, you have to bear it."

Huang Daolin said, "Your Sanjiao Gate is now closed, so the simplest and most direct method is to infiltrate it with your divine consciousness. It's only because your divine consciousness is not highly condensed that it hurts to force it in. But as long as you can get in, you can figure out the situation inside. Then you can prescribe the right medicine to open the Sanjiao Gate, and your physical problems will be solved."

"Thank you, senior." Tong Xin said sincerely.

Huang Daolin shook his head. "You should thank Chen Yang. If he hadn't carried you down the mountain, you would have been struck to death last night."

Tong Xin looked towards Chen Yang.

He had completely lost all memory of what happened after last night and had no idea what happened.

"Thanks, Brother Yang." Tong Xin said.

Chen Yang waved his hand, "It's just a small favor, why are you being polite?"

I have taken your martial arts skills. Besides, we are friends, I can't just stand by and watch someone die.

……

-

Jiapigou, the old house of the Chen family.

After a night of wind and rain, there were many leaks in the house.

A strong wind the day before yesterday loosened and blew away some of the tiles on the roof. I knew at that time that it would leak.

He had already called Zhang Yafeng and asked him to help contact a bricklayer.

In Lingjiang, Zhang Yafeng is quite good at connecting with people.

However, it takes time for the tiler to come to your house, and last night's rain made it a perfect opportunity.

The kitchen, main room, and two bedrooms were all leaking, but Chen Yang's room was fine.

I checked the damage and it wasn't a big deal.

He called Huang Can over, and together with Tong Xin, the three of them spent the whole morning cleaning out the accumulated water in the house and spreading some disinfectant.

Bringing a ladder, Chen Yang went up to the roof and simply fixed the leaking area.

Song Daneng from next door also came over to help.

In the village, things like renovating the roof also require choosing a date in advance, but Chen Yang doesn't care about that.

There are not many old houses like this in the village now. Many of them have been renovated into two- or three-story villas. Some bungalows also use colored steel tiles, and some still use small green tiles. Basically, they are old houses passed down from older generations.

Since it was just a simple treatment of the leak, it didn't take much time and was done soon.

Several people were also very tired.

In the yard, Chen Yang brewed a pot of tea, took out a cigarette, and several people sat down to rest for a while.

Song Daneng was holding a cigarette in his mouth, looking at Chen Yang's old house, "Xiao Yang, your old house has been here for many years, right?"

"I'm not sure about this. It was passed down from my great-grandfather's generation. It has been renovated several times, but it has not changed much in general. It should be at least sixty or seventy years old." Chen Yang said.

Huang Can said, "Wooden houses are the most durable. After so many years, they can still remain so intact..."

"Come on, why don't you build a wooden house instead of a brick house?" Song Daneng looked at Huang Can jokingly.

Huang Can rolled his eyes at him, "It's your personal preference, what's your business?"

"whispering sound."

Song Daneng curled his lips and said, "You are so capable, you have become so arrogant now that you have some money."

"No one is as good as you. You are the best. Everyone in the village knows that you are having an affair with a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong..."

"Hey, you brat."

Song Daneng had a quarrel with Huang Can, cursed at him, and then was too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

Turning to Chen Yang, he said, "Xiao Yang, if you ask me, it would be better to demolish your house and rebuild it into a small villa. It would be beautiful and sturdy..."

Chen Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "That's really not necessary. My grandfather likes old houses. If we demolish them and rebuild them, I'm afraid he won't have any interest in them anymore."

The old house carries too many memories of the old man, and these memories are priceless. It is definitely impossible to demolish it. At most, it can be renovated to maintain its original state.

The house had been renovated before, with a suspended ceiling and tiled floors, but the overall layout and appearance remained unchanged.

"That's true."

Song Daneng exhaled a puff of cigarette, "The older generation is nostalgic. When my family demolished the old house to build a new one, my mother cried several times under the quilt at night. Now that we live in the new house, she often says that it is not as fun to live in as the old one..."

Chen Yang just smiled and changed the subject, "By the way, you said before, when will Chen Jingzong from Hong Kong Island come back?"

"It seems he has already arrived in the provincial capital. He called me yesterday and said he would tell me before he came."

Song Daneng raised his eyebrows as he spoke, "You are rude, kid. You call him by his name. After all, he is from the Jing generation of your Chen family. The day before yesterday, I asked Chen Guoqiang to look at your Chen family's genealogy. He is from Chen Antai's branch, the third oldest in the family. In terms of seniority, you should call him Third Master..."

Chen Yang chuckled.

Seniority is one thing, and outside the five generations, they can only be considered strangers with a little ancestral blood relationship. Chen Yang was not happy with this family, so he just called them directly. It’s impolite to be impolite.

"Have you found his father's grave?" Chen Yang asked.

Song Daneng shook his head and said, "I asked a few old people in the village and heard that he was buried in Huangjia Village. I will go to Huangjia Village this afternoon to ask around. Some of the older people should know something..."

From the forty or eighty years ago to now, there are still several people in Huangjia Village who are over 90 years old, so we should be able to find out some information.

Hearing this, Chen Yang wanted to tell him the address of Chen Antai's grave.

However, he has already found Huangjia Village, so it should not be difficult to find Goupaiyan.

After all, there is a Huang Daolin in Huangjia Village. When he goes to Huangjia Village, he will probably ask Huang Daolin.

Let this matter take its course and don't get involved if you can.

Song Daneng looked at Chen Yang and asked, "Why, are you interested in helping me find it?"

Chen Yang shook his head. "I just asked casually. Look for it yourself. I won't steal your credit."

Song Daneng smiled bitterly.

Huang Can asked curiously, "Brother Da Neng, how much benefit did the old man from Hong Kong Island promise you this time?"

Song Daneng raised his eyebrows, "What are you talking about? Am I, Song Daneng, obsessed with money? Can't I help my friends with something for free?"

"I believe you."

Huang Can rolled his eyes at him, "When I first met you, how could you be so active without money?"

"People only come to me because they think highly of me. It's just a small matter. Why would they charge for it? Don't think that everyone is as superficial as you."

"Yes, I am superficial and you are noble."

……

-

The next afternoon, the bricklayer Zhang Yafeng had contacted finally arrived. A master and two apprentices, three people in total, drove a truck and pulled a truckload of new tiles.

The tiles on the old house have not been turned for many years. Some of them were damaged by the strong wind this time. They have also been worn for many years, so some of them were naturally damaged. Some of them can still be used, but the damaged ones have to be replaced with new ones.

The bricklayer's name is Wang Angui. He is in his sixties, has dark skin, is thin, and is very capable and talkative.

The two apprentices are both in their 40s and 50s. They said that there are basically no young people doing their job now.

As the times develop and progress, many ancient professions are slowly being eliminated and disappearing.

Nowadays, more people are building new houses in rural areas, and fewer and fewer families are using green tiles. Their business is not easy to do, and they almost have to run around carrying tiles everywhere.

It is purely physical work, hard and tiring, and indeed very few young people would do this job.

The house has a suspended ceiling, so there is no need to worry about dust falling. Chen Yang found some tarpaulins and covered some of the main furniture.

Wang Angui and his team had already climbed onto the roof. With skillful and quick movements, they lifted up the tiles on the roof one by one, picked out the damaged ones that could not be used, and threw them directly into the yard.

The remaining usable old tiles, mixed with new tiles, were laid down piece by piece along the wooden grooves on the roof.

Professional is professional.

Not only is it fast, but the folded materials are also beautiful enough.

The colors of new tiles and old tiles are different. If you use new tiles on part of the roof and old tiles on part of the roof, the effect will be like a patch on the roof. However, if the new and old tiles are laid alternately, the color will be much more uniform. He can also conceive and lay out a pattern for you.

These are all manual jobs, and ordinary people really can't do them.

Chen Yang, Huang Can, Tong Xin and others could only help out, move new tiles, serve tea and pass water.

"Little boss!"

Chen Yang brought a kettle of boiling water from Song Daneng's house. Just as he walked into the yard, he heard Wang Angui calling him from the roof.

"What's wrong, Uncle Wang?"

Chen Yang put down the kettle and leaned over to ask.

Wang Angui sat on the roof ridge, holding something in his hand, "Wow, how could there be something like this under the roof ridge of your house?"

"what?"

Chen Yang raised his eyebrows and looked over. With his eyesight, it was not difficult to see that what Wang Angui was holding in his hand seemed to be a khaki-colored, colored glass object.

The size of a vase, a little man riding a bird.

He climbed up the ladder to the roof and came to Wang Angui's side.

Wang Angui examined it for a while, handed the figurine to Chen Yang, and said, "This is called [Fairy Riding a Phoenix], which is usually used as a decoration on the eaves of the roof. There are usually dragons, phoenixes, lions and other beasts following behind it. It is considered a kind of talisman, which means to drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters, protect peace, and prevent fire and water..."

"However, this kind of thing usually appears in some palaces and temples. It is rare for ordinary people to see this kind of thing..."

"Besides, this fairy riding a phoenix should be placed on the eaves, but yours is hung on the main beam of the main hall. Does it have any special meaning? Do you want to ask the elders in your family whether to put it back or what to do?"

……

Looking at the little man in his hand, Chen Yang was a little confused. Why was there such a thing hanging on the beam of his house?
He had inadvertently used his mental power and radar to detect the house and its surroundings countless times during this period, but he had never noticed such a thing hanging above his head.

He quickly called the old man.

The old man said he was not sure. He saw it hanging there when he was renovating the house before, but he had never moved it.

As for how to deal with it, it’s up to Chen Yang.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yang held the little man in his hand and tried to probe with his mental power, but he couldn't get in.

The material of the little man is somewhat special.

something wrong.

"how to do?"

Wang Angui sucked on his big yellow teeth, still waiting for Chen Yang to come up with a solution, whether to put it back so he could build a new tile.

Chen Yang asked, "Uncle Wang, have you ever encountered this situation before?"

Wang Angui shook his head. "I've seen scissors and kitchen knives hung on beams. They are usually used to ward off evil spirits. Sometimes, the builders have bad intentions and cast curses on the owners. But those are all superstitious things. Times are different now. There are very few people who do this. This is the first time I've seen a fairy riding a phoenix hanging in your house..."

"However, as for things like talismans, it is better to believe that they exist than not. Regardless of whether they are used to ward off evil spirits, cast curses, or for any other purpose, as long as your home is peaceful and no one or animals are hurt, my personal suggestion is to keep the status quo..."

……

You don't know where it came from, nor do you know what it is used for, so it's best to put it back where it was. You may not believe in this kind of thing, but it is somewhat related to metaphysics. If you move it rashly, if something unexpected happens in your home in the future, you will definitely have to blame it.

Chen Yang hesitated for a moment, "Let me study it first, Uncle Wang, you guys continue to lay the tiles..."

"Then this thing..."

Wang Angui pointed at the immortal riding a phoenix in Chen Yang's hand.

Chen Yang said, "Don't worry about it, I'll handle it myself."

This thing can block mental detection, so it must be extraordinary. Chen Yang was curious and of course he had to study it first.

"Ok."

Wang Angui shook his head and continued to work.

Young people nowadays don’t care about these superstitious things at all. When they help people search their houses, they have encountered many strange things, but not all of them have anything to do with ghosts and gods.

As I said, times have changed and fewer people believe in these things.

In the past, when people were cleaning the stove, they had to consult a fortune teller to choose an auspicious date. But nowadays, few people care about these things. At most, they just check the weather forecast.

……

Professionals do professional work. The efficiency of Wang Angui and his two apprentices is really high. In just one afternoon, they turned over the tiles on the roof and built a few beautiful eaves, which was very beautiful.

The sun sets in the west, and its afterglow shines into the courtyard, cleaning it inside and out, making the whole place look brand new.

After working hard for an afternoon, of course he had to treat them well. Chen Yang ordered a table of food in the town. At the moment the sun set, Huang Can just brought the food back.

During this period, Huang Can had just obtained his driver's license and his driving skills had improved a lot. He had not yet bought a new car, so he just borrowed Chen Yang's old car to practice.

In the yard, everyone was talking and laughing.

Wang Angui was a very talkative person. He told Chen Yang and the others a lot of stories about their business, things they had encountered themselves, or stories they had heard.

The meal lasted until after nine o'clock in the evening, when Wang Angui took his apprentice and left with the remaining tiles.

After cleaning up the leftovers and washing up, it was already past ten o'clock.

Huang Can returned home, leaving Chen Yang and Tong Xin alone in the room.

After Chen Yang finished taking a shower and hanging up the clothes, in the main room, Tong Xin was studying the [Immortal Riding Phoenix] on the coffee table.

"Do you know this thing?" Chen Yang asked casually.

However, this question seems a bit redundant. This fat guy knows a lot and has a wide range of knowledge.

"He's a Phoenix-riding Immortal, how could I not recognize him?"

Tong Xin pushed up his glasses and said, "It is said that the man riding a phoenix is ​​King Min of Qi, the son of King Xuan of Qi during the Warring States Period. Legend has it that after King Min of Qi ascended the throne, he was arrogant and aggressive, which led to discord between the king and his ministers, and enemies both inside and outside the country. Finally, he was attacked by five countries. He fled all the way to a big river. When he was at his wits' end, a phoenix flew in front of him. King Min of Qi jumped on the phoenix and rode it across the river, escaping from the desperate situation. Therefore, this talisman symbolizes turning misfortune into good fortune..."

"Some also say that the immortal on the bird is Jiang Taigong's brother-in-law..."

"Before the Ming Dynasty, the immortals on the birds sat sideways. After the Ming Dynasty, they began to sit upright. This [Immortal Riding a Phoenix] is not very old. It must have been taken down from some palace or temple..."

……

After showing off his knowledge, Tong Xin turned the Phoenix-riding Immortal over and showed Chen Yang the base. "Look here, there are traces of being sealed with mud. Moreover, it is slightly lighter. I think there is a high probability that it is hollow. There may be something hidden inside."

Chen Yang took it and looked at it. The mark was not obvious, but if you look closely, you can indeed see a vaguely ten-centimeter-long strip of mark on the base.

I tried to use my mental power to probe inside, but it was still unable to penetrate.

Without saying a word, Chen Yang took the dagger, carefully scraped the marks on the base, and pried it cautiously.

Tong Xin said, "Be careful, this thing is a roof talisman. Even if there is something hidden inside, it's probably not a good thing."

Although he said this, he still stretched his neck and stared with his eyes, more curious than Chen Yang.

The dagger was hard enough and the strength was strong enough. After a while, Chen Yang broke the mud seal at the bottom.

It was indeed empty inside.

A piece of red cloth was stuffed in it.

Chen Yang carefully took out the red cloth. He didn't know how long it had been hidden, and the cloth was a little rotten.

The red cloth was heavy, and it was obvious that there was something wrapped inside.

(End of this chapter)