Chapter 669 A Blessing in Misfortune
"It's getting foggy!"
"What?"
The villager who was guarding the cave entrance suddenly looked at the sky outside and said.
One of them stuck his head out suspiciously, took a closer look, turned around and patted his companion.
"Fog at this time isn't necessarily a good thing. So, you keep an eye on this. If anything strange happens, ring the bell and I'll go down and tell Lao Qin and the village uncle."
The companion nodded and said, "Okay, go ahead, I'll be guarding this side, don't worry!"
After the two men explained to each other, one of them turned and walked into the dilapidated temple.
The people who stayed at the cave entrance stared at the situation outside with nervous expressions. There were three yellow talismans pasted above the cave entrance, and a sharp sword was stuck on the ground in the middle of the front of the cave entrance.
No matter how I look at it, I feel more confident.
It has been more than half a day since they were inexplicably trapped in this mountain, and they have not found a way out.
Fortunately, Qin Jian was in the team, and he led everyone to finally find this old temple in a cave that had long been buried in history.
Qin Jian brought the villagers, carried several injured people, and hid in the cave while it was still dark.
This place is very secluded, and many old people in the village don’t know its exact location, but they have heard from the elders who are still alive that there are some special places in the mountains.
It’s just not easy to find.
Previously, the injured people sneaked into the mountains for this reason.
If it weren't for the elders in the family who were looking for younger generations to do work at the end of the year and found no one, they would not have found out the trend by asking around.
Today's village is no longer the isolated place it used to be. The development of science and technology has narrowed the gap between urban and rural areas, let alone their village located in a natural scenic area.
I can’t say how good things are now, but at least the younger generations in the village no longer need to risk their lives in the mountains to make a living like they did in the past.
Therefore, many legends circulating in this village gradually disappeared with the passing of the elders.
Decades have passed, new houses have been built in every household, modernization has advanced by leaps and bounds, and everyone has become accustomed to such a convenient and new way of life. Few people are still obsessed with the old traditions.
Unfortunately, some people are special.
Some children who grew up in Changshan yearn for the splendor and diversity outside the mountains, while others are obsessed with stories about the sparsely populated mountains.
The winter solstice is one of them.
Under the deep and secluded temple, more than twenty people sat in a circle against the wall. Four stretchers were placed in the middle of the circle. Lying on them were Dongzhi, a young man familiar to the villagers, and three strangers of the same age.
"Old Qin, what's going on? Do you have any other way to leave here?"
A middle-aged man in his fifties sat cross-legged against the wall, his eyes looking at Qin Jian who was scratching something on the ground next to him.
As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone looked over at him at the same time. They looked at Qin Jian expectantly, hoping to hear reassuring words from his mouth.
Even including Zhao Dongzhi who was lying on a stretcher.
He propped himself up with a guilty look on his face and tried to sit up. People around him looked at him with disappointment, but some people saw that he was inconvenienced and hurried forward to help him.
"Thank you, Brother Xin." Zhao Dongzhi tilted his head and looked at him, saying gratefully.
The man named Xin Ge said, "That's enough. We are all from the same village. Let's just be polite."
Not to mention, as soon as he finished saying this, the faces of the villagers around him also looked much better.
I thought what Brother Xin said was true. At the end of the year, several young people went into the mountains and got into trouble. In the face of the common difficulties, no one wanted to care about it.
Of course, one of the big reasons is that this time they were trapped in the mountains, and there was someone who gave them hope.
Qin Jian.
This capable man moved to their village many years ago and has helped the villagers solve countless difficult problems over the years.
It was a blessing in disguise that they were able to invite him up with them when they went into the mountains this time.
Otherwise, if they came in like this in the middle of the night, not only would they fail to save anyone, but they might even lose their lives.
The wild beasts in the mountains are starving in winter.
Everyone had great expectations for Qin Jian, but unfortunately, the more Qin Jian scratched on the ground, the deeper his frown became.
"It's really strange. We can find the old temple, but we can't find a way out in this area."
Qin Jian muttered to himself in a low voice. Those who were far away could not hear it, but the villagers sitting next to Qin Jian could hear it clearly.
"Old Qin, why don't you think about this again?"
"That's right, that's right, don't worry! We believe in your ability."
Everyone was anxious, but the more anxious it was, the more the villagers who knew Qin Jian well understood that they couldn't rush him.
After being together for so many years, he would never stand idly by if Qin Jian could help.
If you can't find a solution now, then you may have encountered a real big problem.
Very desperate.
If they can't even deal with Qin Jian, then... will the end of next year be their memorial day?
There are some thoughts that you cannot think about.
Zhao Dongzhi lowered his head in shame and said, "I am the one who caused trouble for the village. It's all my fault."
Qin Jian looked up at him and smiled warmly, saying comfortingly, "You don't want this to happen either. It's okay. As long as you're alive, you can slowly find a way to solve any difficulties."
Zhao Dongzhi asked: "Uncle Qin, can we escape?"
Seeing this, others also asked.
"Yes, Lao Qin, we won't die in this temple, right?"
"Pah, pah, pah! It's New Year's Day, why are you saying such unlucky things? With Brother Qin here, everything will be fine! He's the one who even the mountain god takes care of."
"yes."
The people of Changshan Village couldn't help but think of Qin Jian's past "great achievements". Thinking of this, it seemed that there was indeed a lot more hope.
"That's right, that's right. If it weren't for Lao Qin, we wouldn't even be able to find this old temple. We would have frozen to death outside."
"You're exaggerating a bit."
The villagers started talking to each other again.
Qin Jian carefully looked at Zhao Dongzhi again, a smile on his face. "I think your fate has not yet come. You won't die here this time. Don't worry, let's wait and see if there will be any turning point."
"Can I? It's been several hours."
Qin Jian lowered his head to study the things he had scratched, and decided to put them aside for the time being, calm down, close his eyes and rest for a while, and see if there will be any improvement later.
Everyone is familiar with Qin Jian's habits.
Seeing him closing his eyes to rest, everyone fell silent and stopped disturbing him.
Being able to hide here to avoid the cold and snow is a blessing in disguise.
Someone said to his companion: "I'll go up to relieve the guard and take a nap. Call me when it's time."
"become."
As soon as the man lay down, he heard footsteps. After a while, the person guarding upstairs came down.
"Uncle Qin! Uncle Qin! It's foggy outside. What's going on?! Is everything okay?"
(End of this chapter)
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