"Brother Fang, what you mean is that those eight round hills were probably like pits like a village a long time ago, and then they were filled with soil and buried and piled up into hills?" Sanger understood, very shocked and incredible.

"This is at least 99% possibility." Fang Yuan nodded and said, "Don't you find it strange that the eight hills are not only very similar in height, but also on the same mountain range, and there must be some connection."

"I believe there is a connection between them, but..." Sanger was still a little suspicious.

"No, but." Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "If you don't believe it, you can ask someone to use a Luoyang shovel to get in and see what's going on inside."

Speaking of this, Fang Yuan showed a meaningful smile: "Of course, if your ancestors scold you as an unfilial descendant underground, don't blame me for not reminding you in advance."

"What?" Sanger was stunned again.

"This is normal." Fang Yuan reminded: "You forgot that the ancestors of this village lived in the mountains, and I heard from the old people in the village that this village has existed for at least one or two thousand years. During these long years, the tomb group should also be a relatively large number. But these days, we have been wandering around the mountains, how many tombs have you found?"

"It doesn't seem to be much..." Sanger was not sure, after all, he didn't pay much attention to this.

"It's not just not many, it's very rare." Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "I noticed that the tombs are concentrated on the hills near the village, and the answers can be obtained from the inscriptions on some tombs."

"The earliest tombs were about two or three hundred years ago. Among so many tombs, none of them were earlier than this. Don't you think this is strange?"

Fang Yuan calculated with his fingers: "The ancient village that has been passed down for more than two thousand years has only been an ancient tomb for two or three hundred years. So where have the tombs before gone? Even if there are some ancient tombs, they have been forgotten by the people in the village due to the passage of time, it is impossible to forget them all, right?"

"Of course, there is another possibility, that is, two or three hundred years ago, the form of village tombs was not the later burial, but cremation, sky burial, etc. It was not until later that the people changed their customs and had the current burial."

Fang Yuan analyzed: "But after I studied it, I found that this was wrong. Because judging from the Nuo dance performances circulated in the village, their ancestors have always praised burials for generations, otherwise they would not have inherited this complete sacrificial ceremony..."

"Sacrificial ceremony?" Sanger was a little surprised: "The dances that the uncles and uncles danced were sacrificial rituals?"

"That's right." Fang Yuan confirmed: "When Xiao Meng went back, I asked him to take the video of the Nuo dance back, and then asked his grandfather for advice. His grandfather was a well-known cultural scholar and was very sure after studying Nuo dance. This is a ritual used for sacrifices, which was used when worshiping ancestors."

"Brother Sang, do you still remember that on the night of the wild boar banquet, a brother in the village told us. When he was young, the men, women, young and old in the village had to mobilize all their forces and spend a whole day. Go to the eight altars to worship."

Fang Yuan Zhizhu said in his grip: "That night, I had already begun to doubt. They were probably not worshiping the mountain god, but the ancestors of the village two or three hundred years ago. And the eight round hills are not only eight earthen mountains, but also eight large cemeteries. Under the hills, the heroic spirits of the ancestors of the village for thousands of years should have been buried."

"So when the people in the village hit any prey, they would carry it to the altar to worship, thanking their ancestors for their blessings and blessings!"

Fang Yuan suddenly sighed a little: "It's a pity that the villagers have forgotten the meaning of their worship today, but this set of old rules has finally been passed down from generation to generation, which is also a kind of luck!"

"Is that true?" Sanger's expression was frozen. After accepting so much news at once, he needed to digest it well.

"This is something that is easy to confirm." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "If you don't avoid it, you can really dig a round hill to see what's going on inside."

"No need." The old man calmed down and said solemnly: "I believe in Master Fang..."

"This is not a question of believing or not." Fang Yuan waved his hand and said, "This is speculation after all. Even if I am very confident in my speculation, it is just speculation after all. It must be confirmed so that everyone can feel at ease."

At Fang Yuan's insistence, the old man also followed the flow and ordered his subordinates to find Luoyang shovel to explore the internal situation of several round hills. However, this will take some time. After all, there is no Luoyang shovel, so we need to buy it separately.

It will definitely take half a day to buy things back.

After instructing people to do this, Sanger walked back, still a little confused: "Brother Fang, I can understand that Yuanqiu is a large tomb, but why do the people in the village do this?"

"Didn't it be said, it's to transform Feng Shui." Fang Yuan was also a little amazed: "Actually, I admire the people who arranged this Feng Shui situation back then. They did not do it for themselves, but for their descendants. It took thousands of years and a little accumulation to arrange such a royal land. Such perseverance is comparable to Yugong moving mountains."

"So I also find it very strange. What kind of reason is the ancestors of the village who persevered and continued to transform. Once the transformation is at least a thousand years. If there is no common belief to unite people's hearts, many people will definitely choose to give up."

Fang Yuan pondered: "Anyway, after I noticed the Feng Shui situation here, my first reaction was incredible. You should know that Feng Shui transformation projects like this were usually the royal family of the ancient courts. With the power of the whole country, it took more than ten years to complete the task naturally."

"However, this is just a small village. Even if there are hundreds or thousands of people in the heyday of the village, it is just a drop in the bucket. Such a huge project was completed with the power of the small village. It is no different from an ant shaking a tree. It is really unimaginable."

Fang Yuan shook his head and sighed, "But then again, there should be such a reason to make the people in the village suffer and suffer willingly, and move mountains and fill in pits day and night? After all, people's hearts are full of flesh. If the people in the village are driven to work through slavery, they may be able to be enslaved for a while at most, and they will definitely not be enslaved for hundreds or thousands of years."

"...Yes!" Sanger felt it made sense: "So what's the reason?"

For a moment, the room became quiet and everyone fell into deep thought.

After a while, Zhang Daoxin said, "Fang Yuan, look at your appearance, you should have any guesses. There are no outsiders here, so don't hesitate to hide it, just say it happily."

The old man's eyes lit up and he hurriedly said, "I would like to ask Master Fang for advice."

"Old man, you must have some speculations, why don't you say it?" Fang Yuan was a little helpless. He also wanted to throw away the bricks and attract the topic to this aspect, and listen to Zhang Daoxin's opinion. Unexpectedly, Zhang Daoxin is really an experienced person. He saw through his thoughts at a glance and in turn led him to the army.

"Hehe, it's not a good thing for young people to think too much." Zhang Daoxin said with a smile: "You are not old, so how can you get so many twists and turns? You should be purer in life, and you can say whatever you want, right?"

"Yes..." Can Fang Yuan say something wrong?

"If you are right, just tell me what you think." Zhang Daoxin smiled and said, "Are you anxious when you haven't seen Brother Sang?"

Fang Yuan thought about it before speaking: "Yes, I have a guess. But this guess may be a bit bizarre, I'm afraid everyone will not believe it."

"What guess?" Sanger said curiously: "You tell me first, believe it or not depends on us."

"I feel that this village is not simple." Fang Yuan pondered: "The identities of the ancestors of the villagers should not be ordinary civilians, or perhaps descendants of some... kingdom!"

"Descendants of the Kingdom!" Sanger widened his eyes and said in surprise: "Which Kingdom!"

"Yelang Kingdom." Anyway, Fang Yuan no longer concealed it and said bluntly: "I feel that the ancestors of this village should be a branch of the devastated Yelang Kingdom royal tribe."

"When Yelang Kingdom was destroyed, this tribe fled to the mountains, but he never forgot to restore the country. However, the Han Dynasty was strong at that time, and it was undoubtedly more difficult to restore Yelang Kingdom than to climb to the sky."

"At that time, the leader of the tribe should also understand this truth, so he simply hid his name and waited for an opportunity to act. And the best way to defeat the enemy is undoubtedly to learn from the enemy. As long as the leader is not stupid, he will definitely send people to the Central Plains to inquire about the enemy situation and learn advanced cultural experiences so as to prepare for the future."

"When the tribe members returned from studying, the leader knew the strength of the Han Dynasty, and then raised troops to restore the country, most of the thoughts were probably extinguished. In the face of disheartening, the leader might have pinned his hope of restoring the country on Feng Shui."

Fang Yuan irresponsibly speculated: "After all, in the Han Dynasty, the Feng Shui atmosphere was very strong, and the funeral places were highly valued. Especially for royal nobles, it was not uncommon for the situation of a grand burial, occupying mountains and mausoleums, and seizing lakes and seas. Influenced by this trend, the leader's idea of ​​making Feng Shui dragon veins seems normal."

"And by chance, I discovered a piece of Feng Shui land with defects near the village. Such a vigorous Feng Shui transformation project naturally began."

Fang Yuan sighed: "This project has been done for hundreds or thousands of years. During this period, I think most villagers should be unaware of it. Perhaps they just regard the pit as a tomb. The piles of soil from generation to generation will naturally form a round hill."

"But there must be some people who know the secrets who have been fueling the fire and constantly guiding them to continue from generation to generation. However, due to some accidents, those who know the secrets encounter some accidents and do not have time to tell the secrets, which led to the abandonment of the project halfway..." (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

...
Chapter completed!