Traveling from ancient times to the present: The general’s live broadcast of farming

"Sister, where should we go?" The fork in the road made Nangong Qi feel troubled.

She looked at Ye Xiyao and A Qiang who were walking towards the narrow path on the left. As the road extended further, they could see an ancient pagoda. Legend has it that it was used to enshrine relics. Due to this special relationship, the surrounding area has hardly been developed.

On the right side of the intersection was a stone staircase paved with slabs of stone, with a signpost next to it. This road led to the Sutra Library. Hu Yi said goodbye to them and walked towards the Sutra Library.

He had heard his colleagues mention the Ning County Sutra Library a long time ago. Although it was a small county, the scriptures here could be said to have been handed down from generation to generation, and there were many treasures collected here. Hu Yi was very interested in books and had long wanted to come and take a look.

Seeing that they all had targets, Nangong Qi couldn't help but frown. She didn't want Ye Xiyao to win over her sister.

Song Wanqiu was optimistic. "They all have places to go, so let's continue going up. I see there are still many buildings ahead. The production crew can't hide things so close, right?"

Gu Yuxian followed the three girls and continued walking up the stairs, but his posture was so relaxed as if he was here for a trip.

When they were almost at the top of the mountain, they came to another fork in the road, and this time Song Wanqiu was also in trouble.

"Nangong, the production team has given us two days. They must have hidden the things in scattered places. How are we supposed to find them?"

Nangong Ying turned his head to look at Song Wanqiu. Although he said he was conflicted, his eyes were actually fixed on Shitan's introduction and he couldn't leave.

This stone pond located on the mountain not only has beautiful scenery, but also has a legendary story background. Song Wanqiu must have been attracted by that story and wanted to find inspiration there.

"Why don't we split up?" Nangong Ying looked around. There were too many roads and buildings. It was indeed not very efficient for the four of them to stay together all the time.

Gu Yuxian nodded, "I think it's okay."

He looked at Song Wanqiu and said, "You go to Shitan first. You can also check out the other two places later. We will continue to search upwards and meet at the main hall at the top in the evening."

Although Song Wanqiu was reluctant to part with Nangong Ying, Shitan's story really touched her DNA as an author, and she found it difficult to refuse this arrangement.

When Nangong Ying arrived under the peace tree in front of the main hall, she was the only one left.

The barrage scrolls in the live broadcast room.

[Everyone is separated, each with their own live streaming room. I can’t watch all of them on my three phones! ]

[Are you stupid? Several screens were played simultaneously on the official account of the program group. ]

[I know, but isn't the main screen over there Ye Xiyao? I don't want to listen to her stupid words. She even wants to take someone else's relics. She's sick!]

[Ah? So crazy? I'm curious! ]

[I still like the atmosphere here at Nangong Ying. We have discussed and assigned the content. Everyone searches for a section. I feel like we will be able to find what the production team has hidden today.]

[You are all paying attention to the treasure, while I am following Nangong Ying to look at the scenery. This main hall is really different and gives people a sense of tranquility. ]

[Why is Yingbao staring at this tree in a daze? Hurry up and take action! ]

[It must be said, Yingbao is really beautiful, the red ribbons all over the tree make her look fair and fairy-like. ]

[But, Yingbao, it’s time to go find something! ]

Nangong Ying didn’t know that the barrage of comments was already worrying about her. She just looked at the tree in front of her and felt that it was very familiar.

Amid the smoke, a faint scent of sandalwood floated in the air, the sound of the temple bell echoed on the mountaintops, and a ray of sunlight sprinkled through the clouds just illuminated the door of the main hall.

In a trance, she seemed to see someone.

In the sunshine, he was dressed in a plain shirt, twirling Buddhist beads, stepping over the threshold and coming slowly.

The voice was deliberately low, but the joy in it could still be heard.

He says--

"How did General Nangong find his way here?"