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At this time, Fang Yuan calmed down and watched from a distance, not daring to get close.

Mainly, there were masks with ferocious and terrifying faces hanging on the side walls of the hall. Without being prepared, when you walk in and see terrifying faces, anyone would be shocked.

Even though Fang Yuan saw clearly that the things on the wall were masks, he still felt a little furious, and hesitated a little more and moved closer.

"What are these?" Fang Yuan approached and observed carefully. He saw that the masks were very vivid in their workmanship, with green faces and fangs, as if they were ferocious and evil, which was shocking.

"This is Nuo." At the same time, the old Taoist priest spoke, his voice old and low: "The mask of the Nuo God in Yelang Kingdom."

"What?" Fang Yuan was stunned: "Yarang Kingdom?"

"Yes!" the old Taoist priest nodded and said, "Things left over from the ancient Yelang Kingdom."

When Fang Yuan heard this, he said nothing on the surface, but his eyes showed a look of suspicion. After all, the Yelang Kingdom was destroyed in the Han Dynasty and has a history of more than 2,000 years. However, although these masks now look a bit ancient, their colors are relatively new and bright, and they cannot exist for two thousand years.

The old Taoist priest seemed to be able to see through Fang Yuan's thoughts, glanced slightly with yellow eyes, and said, "You don't have to doubt whether it is true or false. I said these things are left over from the ancient Yelang Kingdom, so there must be some reason for them."

"As for the reasons and evidence, I can't tell you now." The old Taoist priest was very straightforward and said indifferently: "Let's talk about these things when you get along with the nanny."

"Oh..." Fang Yuan's heart moved and he thoughtfully said: "I heard what you mean, do these Nuo masks have anything to do with the yin house?"

The old Taoist priest's eyes flashed slightly, and he looked around and said: "There are many mountains and few waters in Fuquan, and it is rare to find dragons and point acupoints. I wonder where you plan to start?"

"I don't know." Fang Yuan said frankly: "Let's go to Brother Sang's hometown first. If you are lucky, you might have a knot near his hometown. Then you don't have to run around."

The old Taoist priest showed an unexpected look. Then he shook his head: "This is too time-consuming, and his grandfather may not be able to wait for that long, so he asked you to come to me..."

"Huh?" Fang Yuan was stunned and then pondered: "What Taoist priest means. Do you have clues about Feng Shui blessing sites?"

"Yes. I have clues." The old Taoist priest nodded and said, "But it's just a clue. It's not a specific direction. I have heard that there is indeed a Feng Shui treasure land hidden in the wilderness that he has entered in his hometown."

"It's just in the legend that the Feng Shui treasure land never takes the initiative to show its mountains and dews. Only when the destined person is excavated will the true face of Mount Lu be revealed."

The old Taoist priest glanced at Sanger, a strange color flashed through his eyes, and then said slowly without any haste: "I hope your grandfather is a destined person, otherwise, you will have to wait until your father retires to old age."

"Why?" Sanger was puzzled.

"No, why." The old Taoist priest took out a piece of yellow cloth in his arms and stuffed it to Sanger: "No, this is the clue of the Feng Shui treasure land. You can go and find it. If you find it, come back and report it quickly. If you can't find it... there is no need to waste time. Just go directly to the back of the village and give your grandpa a bad place."

While speaking, the old Taoist priest waved, "You go, don't disturb my practice."

"Uh?" Fang Yuan and Sanger were both confused and full of questions. But the old Taoist priests drove people away, so they didn't want to leave, so they had to go out in a daze.

After a while, the two left the yard, Ning Meng immediately came up and said curiously: "Brother Fang, what did the Taoist priest say? Are we staying here?"

"No, find another place." Fang Yuan said, his brows frowned slightly, still confused.

"Why?" Ning Meng said in confusion: "It's quite big here, it should be able to accommodate us."

"The master doesn't welcome us..." Fang Yuan explained and got into the car.

"Ah?" Ning Meng was stunned, but when he saw that Fang Yuan and Sanger looked wrong, he immediately became silent and stopped asking more questions.

"Let's find a hotel nearby to stay." Sanger waved: "Let's have lunch first, rest for a while, and then go to the countryside in the afternoon."

"Okay..." The driver nodded quickly, passed the words on, and drove away briskly.

While the car was driving, Sanger took out the yellow cloth for a moment, then handed it to Fang Yuan with a confused look on his face: "Brother Fang, look at this thing, it's messy, I can't understand what it means."

Fang Yuan took the yellow cloth and looked at it flat with his hands. At first glance, he couldn't help frowning: "He was right, is this a clue? Isn't it a child's graffiti?"

"I have the same doubts." Sanger felt very much and agreed: "It's circles, triangles, and twists and turns, and it's not a figure at all, and it's even more abstract than abstract paintings."

"Yes, it's very inexplicable." Fang Yuan couldn't figure it out after studying it.

"Let me see..." Ning Meng couldn't help but be curious and came over to watch. He glanced at it, his expression hesitated: "Brother Fang, isn't this a map?"

"Hmm?" Fang Yuan said in surprise: "Can you understand?"

"It's very simple." Ning Meng explained: "Circles represent deep pits and gullies. The triangle is the mountain, and the winding lines are the water flow. It's clear at a glance, so how can you not understand it."

"Is this the explanation?" Fang Yuan said uncertainly: "It sounds like something makes sense."

"Of course it's the case." Ning Meng swears: "That's what my grandfather told me, he will definitely not lie."

"Your grandpa?" Fang Yuanzhen was stunned: "He understands?"

To be honest, Fang Yuan thought Ning Meng was random guessing, so he was suspicious. But he didn't expect that the meaning of these geometric figures was told by Ning Meng's grandfather, which seemed a bit unusual.

"Yes." Ning Meng said proudly: "Brother Fang, I seem to have forgotten to tell you that my grandfather is a cultural scholar and an expert who specializes in the ancient Yelang Kingdom. When I was a child, I saw paintings like this in my grandfather's study."

"I was ignorant at that time and was naughty for a while. I added a few strokes to the map. My grandfather discovered it, so he beat me up."

Ning Meng looked lingeringly scared: "After he beat me up, he told me that it was a precious map of the ancient Yelang Kingdom, a historical relics with great research value, and he should not move around."

"It's Yelang Country again..." Fang Yuan vaguely felt that this matter seemed to have a strange meaning.

Seeing this, Ning Meng thought Fang Yuan didn't believe it, so he hurriedly said, "Brother Fang, I'm telling the truth. Otherwise, I'll call my grandfather and ask him to explain it to you in person."

"No need." Fang Yuan came to his senses and smiled, "Of course I believe your words. I was just thinking, it would be wise to bring you here, and the lucky stars shine."

Ning Meng didn't praise him, and he smiled and said happily: "Brother Fang, I said, you will never be wrong when you bring me here. I not only know how to read the map, but also an expert in surviving through mountains and rivers. I am a veteran donkey. During my years in college, I have traveled around with my classmates..."

As she said that, Ning Meng's face suddenly changed and her voice became faint: "By the way, Brother Fang, you won't tell my sister about this, right? If she knew about it, she would definitely teach me a lesson again..."

Fang Yuan smiled helplessly: "Don't worry, I'm not a talkative person. As long as you don't reveal the secrets of heaven on your own initiative, I promise to keep your mouth shut and will not leave me with the wind."

"That's good, that's good..." Ning Meng patted her chest and said, "Brother Fang, you don't know, my sister... tsk, she has too much control and has strict plans for everything she does, just like she has obsessive-compulsive disorder. If she disobeys her intentions a little, she will turn against her immediately, making me unable to accept it..."

Amid Ning Meng's complaints, the car stopped in a hotel in Fuquan City.

As soon as the car door opened, Fang Yuan came down briskly. While breathing a sigh, he also interrupted Ning Meng's nagging with justice and greeted: "Xiao Meng, be hungry, come down to have dinner first."

"Oh..." Ning Meng finally shut up.

It took Sanger a few minutes to help everyone check in and then asked someone to put their luggage. He took Fang Yuan and Ning Meng to the hotel's internal restaurant and ordered a table of delicious food to entertain guests.

The journey was exhausted and everyone was really hungry. As soon as the food was served, they raised their chopsticks and started to work. The wind blew away the clouds, and the speed slowed down after the cups and chatted.

At this time, Sanger took a sip of wine, put down the cup, and took out a detailed map of Fuquan in his pocket, then spread it on the table between him and Fang Yuan, and gently pointed his fingers to gesture.

"Brother Fang, look, this is our destination." Sanger's expression was a little complicated: "According to my grandfather, he was born and raised here, and then he was pulled out of a strong man and embarked on a war career. From then on, he never went back."

"Here?" Fang Yuan took a tissue, wiped off the greasy lips slightly, and then squinted his eyes and looked at it: "It looks quite remote."

"It's indeed very remote." Sanger nodded and said, "This is located in a corner of the mountainous area. Decades ago, the people there lived a life of isolation from the world. However, wars were flying, and there was no quiet and peaceful place in the world. When the smoke of gunpowder burned, no one could survive..."

"Yes, so the peace now seems particularly precious." Fang Yuan nodded and said, "It's much better now, if there is a road, you can go directly to it."

"It's just a township." Sanger shook his head and said, "After arriving at the township, it will take another hour or two to arrive at the village where my grandfather was born."

"In this case, will it be evening after you arrive in the village?" Fang Yuan frowned and said, "It is somewhat troublesome to spend the night in the village."

"That's why I asked someone to prepare a marching tent." Sanger said casually: "If it really doesn't work, just camp and stay..." (To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better, updated and faster!
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