At this time, Bao Longtu hesitated and said, "What do you mean is that the dragon mouth is just a legend, fake?"

"Unsure." Fang Yuan shrugged, "After all, some crypts are really strange. They are usually hidden. When the flood comes, the accumulated soil will be exposed. However, after the flood recedes, the silt accumulates again and naturally hides it again. If we analyze it from this perspective, do you think the Shenglongkou must not exist?"

"Uh?" Bao Longtu thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head and said, "It's really not easy to be sure."

"Yes, that's why I said it's false." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "Maybe there is, maybe not. In short, the unknown is relatively large, and it's difficult to get a positive answer."

"Since you are not sure, why is it called Shenglongkou?" Bao Longtu was very clever and immediately discovered the flaw: "The origin of this name should be for some reason."

"It's this why I said that there is a high possibility of a dragon mouth here. (Not—" Fang Yuan smiled and said, "At least, a long time ago, the people in the countryside firmly believed that a dragon mouth here must exist, so over time, the place name was formed."

"It makes sense." Bao Longtu nodded slightly, and then curiously said: "So, in your opinion, what is the Feng Shui situation here? Is there a Feng Shui dragon vein?"

"I haven't studied it yet." Fang Yuan said: "I came here yesterday and got a few bottles of wine and went to bed early. I woke up this morning and you arrived and didn't have time to observe the mountain shape and terrain."

"What are you waiting for? Come and have a look." Bao Longtu said enthusiastically: "Maybe you have good luck. You immediately discovered Shenglongkou, and you will make a lot of money."

"It's not that easy." Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "It's said that the dragon mouth is very secretive. There is a saying in the Feng Shui world that the dragon god does not speak, and it is difficult for the gods to start. What it means is the difficulty of finding the dragon mouth. Without the opportunity, the dragon mouth cannot be opened, and no matter how powerful the Feng Shui master is, he cannot lock in his goal."

"If other Feng Shui masters don't work, it doesn't mean you can't." Bao Longtu instigated: "I'm optimistic about you. Come on."

At this moment, the old man surrounded by the villagers came out at some point. He quietly came to the two of them and asked with a smile: "Where are you going to go? Do you need me to lead the way?"

Fang Yuan blinked his eyes and immediately thought of the reason. He pointed to Bao Longtu and said, "...He was a little sick. He wanted to go up the mountain to take a look and breathe."

"Yes, it's really uncomfortable to bump along the way." Bao Longtu cooperated tacitly and told the truth. The rural roads were bumpy, and at least several people were stunned.

"This is easy to deal with." The old man smiled and said, "I live in the mountain. I usually pick herbs and make tea by myself. This morning I happened to make a big pot of fungus. I can relieve my dizziness and calm my mind. See who else is motion sickness, and I will call me up the mountain and drink some tea with me. It will take effect in three minutes and it will be fine immediately..."

"Really?" Bao Longtu was a little suspicious.

In an instant, the village chief came over and said with a smile: "Uncle Ba's words must be correct. The tea we prepared for everyone yesterday was made by Uncle Ba. Boss Fang has tasted it, so he should know the effect."

"The effect is indeed obvious." Fang Yuan admitted: "And it's not bitter..."

This sentence that played a key role, Bao Longtu immediately turned around and shouted, "Who was sick just now? Come up and go up the mountain to rest for a while."

As soon as he greeted him, a few pale-faced people emerged, all of whom were employees of the company. They were also considered white-collar workers with relatively good life. They usually squeezed into buses at most, so they had never experienced such a bumpy experience.

Anyway, many people were so dizzy that they almost vomited their intestines. It was torture.

"Don't worry, everyone will be fine soon." The old man smiled, and then led everyone up the mountain.

Next to the village, there are rolling hills, and the entire village is built on the mountain. With the hard work of dozens of generations of villagers, several hills around the village have turned into terraced fields.

In ancient times, due to the underdeveloped science and technology, grain production and harvest were limited, and plain land resources were in the hands of a very small number of people. In order to fill their stomachs, the ancient working people naturally used their intelligence and began a vigorous campaign to open up mountains and fields.

After thousands of years of development, terraces can often be seen between the deep mountains and ridges.

Of course, to this day, the planting of terraces consumes much higher manpower than that of plains, and has no advantage in yield, and it has severe damage to vegetation in hilly areas, so this farming method has gradually been eliminated.

The same is true in this village. There are very few terraced fields on several hills, and rice is rarely planted, but economic crops such as corn and rapeseed. It can be seen that today, with the gradual deepening of social commercialization, even the remote mountainous areas cannot escape the influence of capital.

Not to mention the villagers, I am just waiting for others. Isn’t I still working hard to come here for fame and fortune?

In Fang Yuan's secret sigh, everyone also walked through the terraced fields and came to a higher mountain. This mountain is lush with trees and trees, without any trace of clearing the fields, and it also retains its lush and lush style and is full of vitality.

Between the greenery of plants, you can vaguely see a corner of a house.

The house is on the other side of the mountain, just above the valley. Building a house in that place can not only prevent wind, but also avoid water, and have a good geographical environment.

But to be honest, it is a distance from the village, and there is only one room on the entire hill. If the people living in it have any unexpected situations, the people under the village will definitely not hear anything.

If the elderly live with their family, there is no big problem. If they live alone, something will definitely be easy.

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan couldn't help but turn around and said, "Bao...Master, where do you usually live?"

"Yes." The old man smiled and said, "I have lived there for decades."

"...Isn't it very convenient to run up and down like this?" Fang Yuan said carefully: "Why don't you build a house under the village?"

"Yes, yes, we've said it long ago." The village chief nodded repeatedly: "Uncle Ba, it's not that there is no house in the village, but you insist on living on the mountain. Everyone always feels uncomfortable."

"No need." The old man waved his hand and said, "I know you are kind, but I'm used to it..."

While speaking, everyone also came to the residence. Before they got closer, a strong fragrance of medicine blew over in the house with the wind. The fragrance of medicine scent was a bit fresh, which made people feel refreshed and somewhat comfortable when they smelled it.

When everyone approached, they saw that someone built a simple stove with stones in front of the simple house. A large pot was placed on the stove. The firewood was dark red under the pot, and most of the pot of medicinal soup was being boiled.

Under the smoldering of dark red charcoal fire, the medicine soup was full of heat. Some herbs that could not be recognized by everyone rolled in the soup, and the turbidity carried clear colors, which looked very beautiful.

The medicine soup was boiling, the mist was swaying, and the fragrance of medicine came to my face, which was also good. When the village chief saw it, he immediately smiled and said, "It's this pot of soul-recovering soup. Just drink a bowl, lie down for a few more minutes, and you will immediately return to your soul..."

"It seems pretty good." Bao Longtu sucked his nose for a long time, and the strong fragrance of medicine penetrated into his internal organs along his nose. The warm air flow rushed, and his head suddenly became a little more clear and it felt good.

"It's not that it's good, but it's really good." The village chief laughed, and did not treat himself as an outsider. He walked into the house and said, "Uncle Eighth, I'll get the bowl..."

After a moment, the village chief came out with a bowl, and then directly scooped the medicine soup for everyone. When he was distributing the medicine, Fang Yuan also looked at the situation of the house.

This is a bamboo wooden house, which is based on thick wood and directly penetrates into the strata, then rises half a meter above the ground, and then lays a layer of wooden boards to be considered as the bottom of the house. As for the walls, they are woven with bamboo pieces and coated with mud glue. This way, several layers are repeatedly inserted to form a solid wall, and there is absolutely no problem with blocking the wind.

There is also the roof, which is covered with thatch and transparent plastic film, so you don’t have to worry about it on rainy days. In short, although the construction of the house is simple, it is definitely okay to keep away from the wind and rain.

Of course, such a house is too rough and simple. Anyone who pursues life enjoyment will definitely not be used to living in this house. This is not a material psychology, but an instinct determined by the attributes of human society.

After all, the ancestors lived in caves at the beginning and then to the bamboo and stone nests of Youchao’s family. After thousands of years of continuous development, human requirements for the living environment have been continuously improved. This is also a progress of social civilization, and it is understandable.

But like the old man, who obviously has a good house but cannot live in the mountains and "suffer" it, is another pursuit. Just like Mr. Gu Yue, living in a luxury house with his conditions is definitely not a problem. However, he insists on practicing in the deep mountains and avoiding the world to sharpen his mind. This should be a pursuit of spiritual liberation.

The difference between material civilization and spiritual civilization is actually the proposition between life enjoyment and spiritual destination. People who focus on life enjoyment must sneer at the poor life like an ascetic. But on the other hand, people who pursue spiritual pursuits think that people who are extravagant in life are very degenerate and decayed and hopeless...

The two concepts, in modern society where material desires are rampant, both the former have the upper hand. In a sense, Fang Yuan also belongs to the former, but it does not hinder his admiration for the latter.

As Fang Yuan was feeling a lot, someone suddenly came from another mountain and shouted from afar: "Master Wu Ba, I'm here again... Oh, are there customers here?"

The sound was louder and echoed between the valleys, which naturally attracted everyone's attention. When everyone looked back, they saw a middle-aged man wearing apricot, yellow, and yin and yang robe and a goatee on another mountain. His steps were like a wind, and he rushed to trot.

However, when he saw this man, the old man frowned, as if he was a villain, which made him displeased... (To be continued...)

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