Back in the dilapidated house, the old man spread a blanket on the ground and asked Shen Cheng and others to sit down.
After Shen Cheng sat down properly, he solemnly introduced himself to the old man again: "Hello, uncle, I am..."
"I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious." The old man also sat down on the blanket, and his son stood obediently beside him with a cup of hot water.
The old man took the water cup from the middle-aged man's hand and took a sip, then put it back. He then slowly said to Shen Cheng and others, "I also heard this story from my mother when I was a child.
According to legend, in ancient times, our place was still a barbaric land. Unlike other nomadic tribes, although wars often broke out, we, the unknown little people, lived relatively healthy and happy lives. We basically lived here for generations, relying on the sacred Kunlun Mountain for our lives.
Suddenly one day, a big hole appeared in the sky above our heads. Heavy snow fell for several months in a row, and the sun was completely blocked out. It was like the end of the world.
Because the ground covered by heavy snow is no longer suitable for survival, most people have moved away. Only those of us who live at the foot of the Kunlun Mountain are still guarding our land and are unwilling to leave.
It seemed that our stubborn defense of the land had angered the gods. One day, a bolt of lightning suddenly fell from a hole in the sky and struck the peak of Mount Kunlun.
Then, a catastrophic avalanche struck.
Most of us who lived around the sacred Kunlun Mountain and were unwilling to leave were buried by avalanches, and countless lives were buried forever in the snow of history.
However, our ancestors were still unwilling to leave.
They all gathered together, worshipped the Kunlun Mountain and prayed for its protection.
Perhaps the ancestors' piety moved the gods in Kunlun Mountain. At the moment the worship ended, the ancestors all heard a dragon roar resounding through the sky, and then a golden dragon flew out from Kunlun Mountain and collided with the hole in the sky.
The ancestors only saw a white light blocking their eyes, and when they came to their senses, the hole in the sky and the golden dragon in the Kunlun Mountain had disappeared.
Later, our ancestors called the dragon within Kunlun Mountain their patron saint. When disaster strikes again, it will rush out of the Sleeping Dragon Cliff to dispel the disaster and protect our safety for generations. However, only those with sincere hearts can hear its voice...
This story has been passed down orally from generation to generation by our ancestors and has been passed down to this day.”
After the old man finished telling the story, he looked at the silent Shen Cheng and Ji Yuanqiu and took another sip of hot water slowly.
Shen Cheng frowned, pinched his chin, and his brain worked rapidly.
The hole in the sky...
When Shen Cheng heard the cave mentioned by the old man, he naturally thought of the strange phenomenon that happened on the top of Kunlun Peak not long ago.
Equally terrifying, equally likely to bring disaster...and, it seemed like the old people heard the dragon's roar on that day.
In other words, did such visions already exist in ancient times?
"There is no record of this incident in local historical documents." Dr. Xiaoliang's voice sounded in Shen Cheng's headphones at the right time.
"Since this is a story passed down orally from our ancestors, why didn't you tell it to your children?" Ji Yuanqiu asked.
The old man shook his head and sighed, "They can't hear the voice of the God, which means that their hearts are not in this village. There is no point in telling them this story."
As he spoke, the old man's eyes began to moisten for some reason: "After we, the older generation, pass away, these villages will probably be abandoned... Well, well, it's time to let the gods have a good rest..."
Shen Cheng's brows furrowed even tighter.
This sentence also explains why only the elderly can hear the dragon's roar, but their children cannot hear it - because their hearts are not sincere, and their hearts are no longer in this village.
The story the old man told basically matched the facts, which undoubtedly had a huge impact on the materialistic education he had received over the years.
That’s not right either. Since this thing has been proven to exist, it should be governed by materialism!
After digesting the story, Shen Cheng looked the old man in the face and said solemnly, "Master, I have another question. Where is the 'Sleeping Dragon Cliff' you mentioned?"
The moment Shen Cheng asked this question, the whole room fell into silence, and for a moment you could hear a pin drop.
When Shen Cheng asked this question, he was already prepared to be kicked out.
Because the old man's meaning is very clear, that is, he doesn't want anyone to disturb the "guardian angel" who he calls has protected them for generations.
However, the old man remained silent for a long while before he turned to Chen Cheng and said in a trembling voice, "Young man...what's your name?"
"Chen Cheng." Chen Cheng replied.
"Chen Cheng...Chen...Cheng..." The old man repeated the name twice, then asked Chen Cheng as if to confirm: "Is it the Cheng with the handle removed from the Zheng in salvation?"
Shen Cheng nodded.
"The 'Cheng' in the prime minister, one of the three highest officials in ancient times?" the old man confirmed again.
Shen Cheng continued to nod.
The old man fell silent again.
Shen Cheng didn't understand what the old man meant, he just sat upright and looked at the old man.
After a moment, the old man sighed, stood up, and began to rummage through his house.
After searching almost every corner of the house, the old man finally took out a roll of old parchment and handed it to Shen Cheng: "Take a look."
Shen Cheng took the parchment and slowly opened it.
On the parchment was a scribbled drawing. The jagged and uneven lines gave it a sense of age, and it looked like... a valley?
"This scroll was also passed down from our ancestors. No one knows who painted it." The old man leaned on his cane, his eyes closed, and said calmly, "This is Sleeping Dragon Cliff, located in the Kunlun Sacred Mountain."
"Chen Cheng, ask if you can take a picture." Dr. Xiaoliang asked hurriedly.
Shen Cheng nodded and asked the old man, "Can I take a picture?"
"As you please." The old man replied calmly.
"Thank you." Chen Cheng nodded, took a few photos on the parchment, and stood up. "Now that we've dealt with it, we won't bother you anymore."
"Goodbye." The old man still spoke in a calm tone, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.
After Chen Cheng and Ji Yuanqiu left, the middle-aged man smiled awkwardly and approached the old man: "Dad, that story you told... is it really that mysterious?"
The old man turned his head, glanced at him, snorted coldly, said nothing, and went back to the inner room silently with his crutches.
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