It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

Everyone looked at the only amateur guest present who was not introduced, Mr. Yu.

The director sold a pass, took out a stack of cards, and said: "The first one who guesses draws a card."

An entertainer guest complained: "Director, you are too ghostly. The cards are random, so the first draw is the same."

"So guess what, director, please introduce it to us directly."

The director said: "I know you don't know Mr. Yu. So let me remind you that Mr. Yu is a master in his field. The work of Mr. 30 years ago."

The four entertainers and guests thought hard for a long time, and finally one of them "guessed" Mr. Yu's identity;

"I know! It's Mr. Yu Guanghan, the master sculptor! Last time I visited the National Museum, the author of the most central woodcarving work 'Mountain and River Picture' was surnamed Yu."

The director gave a definite answer, so the entertainers and guests began to draw cards.

Feng Quan secretly searched for Yu Guanghan on his mobile phone.

After reading the information, I have to say that Yu Guanghan is No.1 in the national sculpture industry.I learned carving from my master since I was a child, and I have been dedicated to this industry all my life. Even during the Anti-Japanese War, I used my hands to protect myself when carving, and almost got wiped on my neck.Up to now, his skills are outstanding, and he is truly a teacher in the carving industry.

It's just that he has never appeared in the public's sight, and he has not registered any account on the Internet. In fact, no one knows about such a master. Even when Baidu searches his name, there are only one or two that are really related. of.

Moreover, the female artist who was guessed to be from Guanghan just now obviously had prepared lines long ago.

Manman and Andy, one is a beauty and cosplay anchor, and the other is a revealing anchor.With millions of fans and a great reputation, as long as netizens use the Internet for entertainment, nine out of ten netizens have at least heard of them.

Yu Guanghan, a master of carving all his life, is unknown to many people.

The lottery determines which amateur the four artists will team up with.The group of four with Chang Yiguan is a female artist, young and beautiful, with a very quiet look, named Jing Han.

The four groups of people have different missions, and the mission places they are going to are also different.Feng Quan and the others were going to a small Taoist temple not far away that was enshrined by locals.

The program team found a local tour guide. After the other three teams had set off, the tour guide of Feng Quan's team arrived late.It was an old man who looked thin and torn, with a stooped back and dark skin.But what was far from this image was that he was walking like flying on the uneven path with a cane, and he arrived in front of several people in a short while.

He spoke Mandarin with a bit of a mouthful: "The chickens were just fed at home, so I came a little late. Come on, I'll take you to the top of the mountain over there."

The four of Chang Yiguan gave up the temperature for the sake of demeanor, and wore Taoist robes, and they shivered from the cold as soon as they went out.It was Feng Quan who took a talisman on Lan Xiang's back, and the talisman turned into a stream of warmth and disappeared into the Taoist robe Lan Xiang was wearing. Lan Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Feng Quan asked Liang Xingcheng if it was cold, and the latter smiled mysteriously at him, opened his collar, and put at least four sweaters inside, and covered his whole body with a baby warmer.

As an artist, Jing Han also dressed thinly for the sake of his image, so he was shivering from the cold at the moment.Feng Quan glanced at her, thought about it for a while, but still didn't give Jing Han the talisman.Called her, and then said with concern:

"You're a girl, it's not good to be cold."

Jing Han smiled, and said weakly: "It's all my fault that I forgot to refill the hand warmer last night. Does the Taoist priest have any more, can you lend me?"

Feng Quan regretted: "I don't have one. But I brought a cotton jacket, it's very warm."

Jing Han rubbed his hands and asked tentatively, "...what style of down jacket?"

Feng Quan shook his head, "Black cotton padded jacket, pure cotton, the warmest."

Jing Han's smile was a little stiff, and he waved his hand to show that he was no longer cold.Feng Quan shrugged and didn't force it.

What made him more concerned was the local tour guide.

The old man walked in front, introducing the geographical scenery here while walking, Lan Xiang and Liang Xingcheng responded while listening, Shang Yang leaned on Liang Xingcheng and ate a lollipop on his back.

However, the moment Feng Quan met the old man's eyes before, he found that the tour guide's eyes were cloudy, not like the eyes of a person who can still act so powerfully.

Moreover, the old man also wore very little.The trouser legs are rolled up, revealing the raised ankles, which are very thin.The jacket was baggy, and half of the arm was exposed by the hand on the wooden crutches. It was still very thin, and it seemed that only skin and bones were left.

Like someone who is dying, not like someone who can move freely.

After a while, climb up a relatively low hill and arrive at the Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple has been abandoned for many years. There is only one hall dedicated to the gods, and half of the roof tiles have collapsed and been destroyed.What is enshrined inside is Lu Pan, a stone statue with half of it broken.

Feng Quan was a little curious: "Why is it Lu Juan?"

The tour guide said: "Our place is small, so we only enshrine a small temple... I don't care too much, you can worship whatever you come."

Feng Quan was noncommittal.

The cameraman followed, and it was mainly the home court of the artist guest Jing Han: "Lu Juan? Is this the Lu Juan? I saw it in Liaozhai. In reality, there really are people enshrining Lu Juan. This is the first time I have seen him. This temple is so Old, must it have been handed down for thousands of years?"

Feng Quan touched the pillars on one side, "It was built no more than 200 years ago, but it's only a few years old. It doesn't look like it's naturally dilapidated... don't you local people like to worship gods, but smash temples?"

The tour guide waved his hands again and again, looking a bit annoyed: "You can't talk nonsense! This is the wind and the sun. Our small place is poor, and no one is willing to pay for repairs. It just keeps breaking."

Feng Quan narrowed his eyes.

"I made a slip of the tongue, don't blame the judge." Feng Quan bowed to the stone statue, then turned his head and said, "But you live next to it? I don't see anyone living around this temple."

"I live there," the old man pointed to the southeast, "that's our village, Yugu Village."

The protagonist of the filming has always been Feng Quan, Jing Han glanced at Feng Quan, then glanced at the camera secretly, then turned around, blocked Feng Quan, and started talking to the old man himself:

"Master, there are not many people in your town. When we came, we only saw a relatively flat road coming in, and there were no shopping malls around... Is there only Yugu Village nearby?"

To Jing Han, the old man said more: "Yes, living at the foot of the mountain, you can't live next to each other like you do in the city. Our village is closest to Lingshan, and other villages are flat and have more people than our village. "

The old man was talking to Jing Han, Liang Xingcheng put Shang Yang aside and sat down, and then he and Lan Xiang rummaged through the old things in the temple.Feng Quan stood where he was, and suddenly closed his eyes.

Then take a deep breath.

The rotten wood, the frozen soil outside, the dead grass, the perfume on Jing Han's body was a bit pungent.

And... greasy and fishy, ​​the smell of burning corpse wax.

Feng Quan looked at the old man who was talking to Jing Han.

The old man looked at Jing Han with imperceptible scrutiny, just like observing the goods.And Jing Han's body staggered suddenly, and then fell to the ground.

The camera fell to the ground, and the cameraman also fell to the ground.Then there was the sound of Liang Xingcheng and Lan Xiang falling to the ground.

Feng Quan hurriedly pretended to be unsteady, took a step forward, grabbed Shang Yang who was licking the lollipop, and put his fingers on his neck, and the two of them also fainted to the ground.

The road was bumpy, and Feng Quan felt that he should be put in a coffin.But what is more considerate is that there is a brocade quilt and pillows under the body, which is quite comfortable to lie on.

He and the entire coffin were being carried, shaking with the walking of people outside, almost shaking Feng Quan out of sleep.

He opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings.

The coffin was very small, and it could only allow two more fingers on both sides of him after he lay flat.The feet are just touching the coffin board on the opposite side.

However, although the space was small, his breathing was smooth.It wasn't dark inside the coffin either.It turned out that two small holes with a diameter of about one centimeter were opened on the top of the head, connecting with the outside.The light from the outside comes in through two small holes.

The road was a bit long, and the coffin was shaking like a rocking chair.Feng Quan couldn't help it, closed his eyes again, and while he was getting sleepy, he listened to the movement outside.

There were a lot of people, at least twenty, lined up in a long line.Listening to the sound, there should be five coffins.

After crossing a long mountain road, we finally arrived at our destination.

Five coffins were placed on the ground and neatly arranged together.Feng Quan heard people outside speaking in dialect:

"Where are the others?"

"It's being sent here, it's almost here."

"Ten people are needed, the young ones are brought here, and the old ones are not needed."

"Catch them all, and the old ones don't have to go."

The voice of the voice quickly disappeared, and the footsteps of the group of people became farther and farther away.After confirming that there was no one outside, Feng Quan opened his eyes, raised his hand and pushed the coffin board above his head.

Can't push.

Unhurriedly, he took out a piece of talisman paper from his clothes, dipped it in his saliva and drew a piece of talisman.The talisman paper was spread out in his palm, and then it started to move spontaneously. It climbed up to the two air vents on the side wall with twists and turns, and after comparing it, it rolled itself into a small paper tube. Drilled out.

After a while, Feng Quan raised his hand again and pushed the coffin lid, and it opened easily.

Feng Quan pushed off the lid and sat up straight.

Then turn around and look around.

This is an earthen house, quite large in size, with a thatched roof and a beam in the center.The five coffins of them were parked in the center of the room.Surrounded by the wall, there are small people made of paper, wreaths, etc. Feng Quan looked at it, and it was not as delicate as the master Fu Youyun.

The talisman paper man helped Feng Quan open the coffin, then got into Feng Quan's sleeve and waited.Feng Quan's spiritual power probed out and made sure that no one would approach for a while, so he came out of the coffin.