Volume 2 Cold Dew Chapter 48: Digging
Jiang You raised his head and squinted at the sky in the distance for a while.
He squatted down and tied the laces of his shoes, then stood up, pulled the straps of his satchel, crossed the trestle bridge, and walked up the mountain. He did not take the steps, but instead walked through the gaps between the trees.
The ground is a little wet.
The deeper you go, the dimmer the light becomes.
It took about an hour to walk.
He saw a wisp of almost invisible black gas floating up from the ground in front of him and gathering behind the clouds.
Reach out and break off a branch.
Walk to the target point.
Crouch and dig.
After digging a few times, the branch broke and the crack was black, which was a sign of corrosion.
He sighed and resigned himself to starting to dig with his hands. After digging down more than twenty centimeters, a white hard object came out.
He reached into the soil and pulled.
It is a white statue.
Very exquisite.
With lowered eyebrows and eyes, his expression is calm and kind.
He brushed the mud off the idol.
He looked around, sat down on an irregular stone, and took a few deep breaths.
He took out a plastic bag from his bag, put the statue in it and wrapped it up, then put it back into his bag. He found the half-empty bottle of Coke and drank the remaining liquid.
After resting for a while, he went down the mountain with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
I took a taxi back to the insect house, put my bag on the counter, took off my coat, and said, "Don't put anything in."
Then he went upstairs and threw himself on the bed, where he slept until he was awakened by hunger.
The street lights outside the window are on.
I sat up and smelled the mud on myself.
Throw away the clothes.
Took a shower.
After coming downstairs feeling refreshed and hot, Tang Butian stood outside the store.
The door was open, and spider silk formed a big X hanging on the door.
No one knew where Jiang Mo had gone.
Jiang You walked to the door, reached out and pulled the spider silk down, and rolled it into a ball in his hand, "How long have you been here?"
"For half an hour, you didn't answer the phone."
"I was in a deep sleep, and my phone was in my bag downstairs."
He walked into the kitchen, found a large soup bowl, put the spider silk in it, and poured half a bowl of hot water into it.
When I walked out of the kitchen, Tang Butian was already sitting at the long table.
Jiang You put the soup bowl on the table.
He walked to the counter, reached out and took out the plastic bag wrapped around the statue, then walked back to the long table, took out the statue under Tang Butian's gaze, and put it into the soup bowl.
Just the right size.
"Taoist Qingyang wants me to join the White Crane Temple."
"How did you answer him?"
“I said I already have faith.”
Spider silk covered the statue, and wisps of black gas emerged and then melted into the water.
"What's this?"
"I found it when I was going down the mountain. It's pretty nice, isn't it?"
After exhaling the last bit of black air, Jiang You fished out the statue and placed it on the table. Then he took the soup bowl to the kitchen, covered it with plastic wrap, and put it in the refrigerator.
Tang Butian took the statue in his hands and looked at it carefully.
"Is this the evil god?"
"Maybe. Now that I'm dead, you can have fun as you like."
"Taoist Qingyang?"
"Not likely, but there must be people from them in Baihe Temple." Jiang You sat down
"Will they find out if you take it?"
"It's hard to say. It's possible that passers-by accidentally stepped on the small animals and crushed them. They should have considered the problem of loss," Jiang You glanced at Tang Butian, "If they find out, it will be a bit troublesome..."
"What will happen?"
"Look, I just finished repairing this yard. What if they come here aggressively and smash it? I should get paid this month. I spent all my money repairing this yard."
"Number 10."
"There are still a few days left," Jiang You took out his phone and checked the time. "Let's go to the next door to eat noodles. We have to wait for anything else. I'm so hungry that my eyes are starting to blur."
Tang Butian put down the statue.
She followed Jiang You out.
Walking into Xiaofangzhai, Lao Yin saw Jiang You and said, "Hey, it's rare that you come here at night. What do you want to eat?"
"A big bowl of pickled mustard greens and shredded pork noodles, with a large rib, no, two large ribs, a piece of braised pork, and a braised egg," Jiang You turned around and asked Tang Butian, "What do you want to eat?"
“Snow lettuce and shredded pork noodles.”
"Okay, Lao Yin, hurry up and do it..." Jiang You urged Lao Yin.
"What have you done? You're so hungry."
"I didn't have lunch."
"I'll be right there. I can't serve you half-cooked noodles..."
“Hurry up, hurry up…”
Soon, two bowls of noodles were served.
After Jiang You ate half a bowl of food in one breath, he felt full in his stomach and felt more at ease. He took a bite of the pork chop and said, "I'm alive again."
Tang Butian looked at the pork chop on his chopsticks. The surface was fried to golden brown. After being soaked in noodle soup, the color was very tempting under the light. She turned her head and said to Lao Yin, "Add another pork chop."
"Okay!" Lao Yin replied.
"The White Crane Temple held the Luotian Grand Ceremony for the first time."
“It’s quite lively.”
Lao Yin brought the pork chop to Tang Butian’s bowl.
Tang Butian picked up the pork chop with chopsticks, took a bite and put it into the bowl of noodles. "Twenty-six years ago, the Tangjiang City Public Security Bureau established a special incident department. Three years later, it began to be promoted nationwide."
"So the position of the head of Tangjiang City's Special Operations Division is very special?"
"The first head of the Special Operations Department only served for two years. I met him in the mountains."
"In October?"
"right."
"Twenty-six years ago, I was only one year old and weighed less than 10 kilograms." Jiang You picked up the bowl of noodles and drank up the soup.
“He’s very strong.”
"How strong?"
“Very strong.”
"Don't you have any realm divisions? For example, Qi Refining and Foundation Building?"
"For sword cultivators, there are only two types: winning and losing. "
"So you can't win?"
After Tang Butian finished her last mouthful of noodles, she admitted, "I can't win."
"Did he also tell you about what happened today?"
"He asked me to pay attention to Luotian Dajiao."
"I always feel like you've led me into a trap again." Jiang You stood up and walked to the counter to pay.
"Are you full?" Old Yin asked him.
"Almost. Mainly because we climbed the mountain today."
"Climbing a mountain? Where did you go?"
"There have been activities at the White Crane Temple in Laojin Mountain these days. A large group of Taoists wearing brand new Taoist robes have gathered there, and the road is full of Bagua flags."
"Then I'll go check it out tomorrow."
"I'm leaving now."
"Go ahead, go ahead."
Jiang You took Tang Butian out of Xiaofangzhai and they walked slowly on the street.
