Chapter 82: Earth in the Coffin This is the one Wang Suqing mentioned that is difficult to show to others...
Qingcheng Mountain has returned to its former tranquility.
The filming of "The Call of the Mountains" dragged on for another ten days. Someone, under some mysterious auspices, unexpectedly brought in Xu Yan to fill in for Liu Yichi, ramming through the entire production process and footage. The subsequent response and buzz were quite positive. Of course, the audience was mostly there to join in the fun. After all, Xu Yan had been tricked by Liu Yichi in the first place, and everyone wondered if he would take advantage of the situation and throw more fuel at the problem.
But Xu Yan is not stupid. He did not show any grievance in front of the camera, but made his fans overthink things and feel distressed. At the same time, he even despised Liu Yichi.
In addition, there was a small incident that happened in the middle, which the media did not report widely because it sounded like a fantasy.
After Liu Yichi disappeared in Qingcheng Mountain, his assistant and the crew called the police. The police were still searching for him the day before, but the next day, for some unknown reason, they withdrew all the search personnel and vaguely told the crew to wait for two more days and make a statement if they still couldn't find him.
At the time, the director thought it was ridiculous. How could the Shucheng police so brazenly deceive people?! They had set up over ten cameras. Aren't they afraid of a short video being reported on the news? However, after hearing about this, Chen Songling and Jiang Bei, for some reason, kept urging the director to follow the official instructions. Even the usually opinionated Wan Ning next to them echoed their words.
So the crew waited while waiting for the temporary replacement guest to arrive.
As a result, Liu Yichi really came back on the third day.
He was found on the Qingcheng Mountain Trail. He had been missing for three days, but he looked as if he'd been wandering for a month. He was listless and vacant, like a frightened bird. When his assistant asked him where he'd been, he uttered a bunch of incoherent sentences, then finally, with tears in his eyes, declared that he'd finally traveled back.
There was no point in asking further. The director also felt that Liu Yichi was probably stimulated and subconsciously wanted to act crazy and stupid to evade responsibility. He didn't take the "time travel" he mentioned seriously at all.
Alas, such a literary and artistic male star turned out to be such a thing after being stripped of his skin. If the truth had not been accidentally revealed on this show, who knows how long this guy would have been at large - his ex-wife's brother has already sued him, and now with the public opinion building up, it will surely be difficult for the mysterious financial backer to easily get rid of him.
Speaking of which, I have to thank those three young men... Maybe they are really not swindlers. Fortunately, they didn't make random cuts in the post-production, otherwise they would have offended them.
The director learned from his mistakes and decided to visit those young people in person one day and ask them to help him calculate his career fortune.
On the other side, the contestants returned with their elders one after another, and more than half of the rooms in Qingcheng Temple were empty. Wang Fengxu no longer had to live with Grandma Xiuchun, so he rolled up his bedding and moved back.
Meng Chengyin hurriedly packed up and rushed back to Taiqing Palace. Meng Caiyun planned to stay a few days longer, saying she was ready to take a short vacation, explore the surrounding area, and pick up some small jobs to gain experience. Wang Fengxu was also brought over by Taoist Lingsu, who suggested that the evil disciple should come along and learn more. After all, young people should grow together!
To put it bluntly, they are jealous of other people's children, and they get angry just by looking at their own rebellious children, so they prefer to turn a blind eye to them.
Ying Zhiwei bought a cable car ticket and prepared to descend the mountain. This summer vacation had flown by quickly, and she was about to enter her third year of high school, so she had to return to Hecheng early. However, because the competition was suspended and her ranking was invalidated, her agreement with the Third Master was also cancelled. She was a little depressed, but she quickly cheered up, figuring that she had plenty of time to slowly compete with her Second Uncle's family.
Just as she was organizing her words to say goodbye to Long Zhu, a few Taoist priests suddenly came up from behind, talking as they walked, "Hey? Is he here?"
"Yeah, the game is over and people are here, I don't know what they're here for."
"You won't cause any trouble?"
"No way, isn't his grandson doing well? Could it be that he thinks our match was rigged and that he admitted defeat?"
Ying Zhiwei realized that the "that person" they were talking about was Ruan Meng's grandfather, Ruan Mengxiu, also known as the Great Master of Ruan Manor.
She thought in surprise, no way? This shouldn't have anything to do with her, right? This Ruan Manor Master has always had a strange temper. How could a high school student like her handle it?
Meng Caiyun also found it strange: "Master Ruan? Why are you here instead of staying in your hometown in southern Hunan?"
Wang Fengxu rolled his shoulders. "He's never been interested in these things outside. It's unlikely that he's here for the martial arts competition."
As everyone chatted, they saw Ruan Meng approaching with four or five other people. Surrounding them were several muscular bodyguards in black cloth, their eyes blazing with lightning, their faces etched with the expression "don't mess with me." In the middle was a skinny, short old man wearing a buttoned-up shirt, a typical local style. His hair was neatly styled and thick. At his age, he wasn't bald, which was a wonder.
Ruan Meng was usually carefree, but in front of this old man he could only be submissive and act like a good grandson. He even cleaned himself up, shaved and had his hair cut, and looked like a completely different person from the sloppy look he had a few days ago.
He carefully followed his grandfather to lead the way. When he looked up and saw the people in front of Qingcheng Temple, he smiled and said, "Grandpa, they are over there!"
Ruan Mengxiu suddenly pulled his hands from behind his back, and his gloomy eyes fell on Long Zhu, looking at him over and over again.
Ruan Meng rubbed his hands beside him: "Master, I'm happy, but don't get too excited. Take care of yourself."
Wang Fengxu pinched his chin, puzzled: "Is this expression happy? I thought he was here to seek revenge."
Ruan Mengxiu is the type of person who doesn’t look scary, but has a very gloomy temperament. For some reason, people are afraid to approach him, as they always feel that this old man is up to something bad.
Everyone's eyes roamed over Long Zhu and Ruan Mengxiu. They were still trying to figure out what the feud between them was when Ruan Mengxiu suddenly yelled, "Grandson!" Then he pointed at Long Zhu and said to Ruan Meng, "Come on, call me cousin!"
Everyone: “???”
What? ? ?
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Fengcheng, Changfeng Temple.
Fang Ya bought the next available flight back home, and just as he set foot on the ground, the abbot's uncle called to ask what had happened at Qingcheng Mountain. There had been no movement from the Bamboo Residence all day, but they didn't dare rush in because the abbot had given orders. They could only watch as the wooden Taoist boy, Yusheng, toiled away for most of the day, his head swaying and creaking as he dug two large vats of soil and brought it into the house.
But the fellow disciples in the temple were extremely anxious, they wanted to lift the wood and go up themselves. They had experience in road construction and could dig the soil very quickly!
But there was no way. Master Bai never allowed them to enter the Bamboo Studio, except for his eldest disciple Fang Ya, who was allowed to go in and out a few times occasionally.
Fang Ya felt relieved. "Uncle Master, I'll take the car up the mountain right away. Don't worry, the abbot is fine. I'll tell you more about the Qingcheng Temple later."
He was eager to go home, so he called an online taxi outside the airport. After the driver accepted the big order, he kept smiling all the way and kept introducing the unique farm restaurants on Lubo Mountain. In his heart, he already regarded the young man in the back seat as a backpacker.
By the time we arrived at the temple, it was already one in the morning.
It was pitch black in the bamboo grove. The stone lanterns along the way shone faintly, but the flames were still dim. The surroundings were filled with a thick, dark green, oppressive, and suffocating. Fang Ya's pace slowed from the moment he stepped onto the bamboo forest path. He seemed to subconsciously know what he would see, and a hint of melancholy crossed his face.
There was a new earth pit in front of the Zhuzhai hut, which was dug by Yusheng.
Fang Ya stood by the pit and watched for a while. After a while, he raised his head and walked into the house. When he reached the door, he knocked twice: "Master?"
There was no response from inside, and he understood.
After hesitating for a moment, he still held the door and gently opened it, muttering softly, "My disciple has offended you."
After opening the door, there was no light in the inner hall, which was pitch black and gloomy. The porcelain cups and vases on the treasure chest looked like ghostly shadows. After looking at it for a long time, even the window frames on both sides seemed to be baring their fangs and claws.
In the middle was a lacquered coffin, six feet three inches long, two feet wide, and two feet high. The lid had been removed and was slanted beside it. Yusheng lay sprawled beside it, seemingly dozing off, without making the slightest movement.
Fang Ya understood that the wooden man was not sleepy at all. It was just because the master of the temple was recuperating and the spiritual power that was infused into Yusheng was cut off. It was already difficult for it to barely dig a hole.
He slowly took a few steps forward, and as he approached the coffin, his heartbeat in his chest began to quicken, and he felt inexplicably nervous.
Holding the edge of the coffin with his hands, he pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, and looked down. It was indeed Bai He inside - he was lying peacefully in the coffin, his eyes closed, his hands hanging at his sides, most of his body covered in mud, half of his face still floating outside, and a gourd ladle lay next to him, with a handful of soil in the middle of the ladle.
Fang Ya saw it clearly and realized immediately that Yusheng must have stopped working halfway through scooping the soil in.
He sighed, rolled up his sleeves, picked up the gourd ladle, moved Yusheng's soil jar to the side, and continued to sprinkle soil into it until Baihe's body was completely covered with clothes. He deliberately did not cover his face, intending to do it last so as not to be too abrupt.
This is the rest method that Wang Suqing mentioned that is difficult to show to others. Lie in a coffin like this, bury it in the soil and have a good sleep.
Once used, the technique of "Heaven and Earth Shape" temporarily drains the practitioner of all spiritual energy. It acts like a check and balance, a stipulation: since you've borrowed power from nature, you must act within its bounds. According to the Five Elements, the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth, which the White Crane can command, are Wu Earth, a yang element; while sandy loam is Ji Earth, a yin element. Harmony between yin and yang allows all things to flourish. Covering the body with sandy loam, like planting a plant, nourishes the body's spiritual energy.
During this period, you cannot be disturbed and the soil cannot be dug or destroyed. The master of the temple should be able to wake up in half a month.
Fang Ya was lost in thought for a while, then picked up the gourd ladle and carefully sprinkled the last half cup of soil on that half of the pale face, over and over again, until the soil was filled up.
He thought to himself that he would be sleeping next to it for the next month, so he had to keep a close eye on it to prevent any book thieves from doing any more harm.
He looked around again to make sure that all the procedures were in place. He breathed a sigh of relief and somehow thought of Fang Xu. It was he who filled the soil with his own hands when his brother was buried. There was a light rain at that time, and the soil was thicker and heavier than the one in the coffin. It was the most suitable Ji soil, but unfortunately the person inside would never wake up.
Thinking of this, Fang Ya looked a little lonely. There were some words stuck in his heart, but he didn't know who to talk to.
He finally understood why Baihe also created Yusheng.
Being alone with a lot to say is really lonely.
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