Chapter 250 The mysterious man hanging coffin

Gong County is also a relatively poor county. Although there are several scenic spots, not many people come. Things in the world are mixed and there are few people coming. They also protect these authentic tourist attractions from the side, rather than the so-called famous scenic spots where garbage is piled up, cars are roaring, and buying tickets is expensive.

The local customs here are truly southern Sichuan flavors. The hills less than 100 meters are one after another, and finally become winding mountains. Some mountains were cut down in the era of large-scale steelmaking, and later remedyed into arable land. Now some mountains are like Zhou Cheng and others. The peanut and corn fields that were not available for harvest are hovering from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Of course, most of the mountains are very lush, with various deciduous trees and ferns, which fill a mountain with fir trees, cypress trees, pine trees, eternal bamboo and many other plants suitable for temperate growth.

Thirty students and one teacher stood at the intersection, which was indeed a huge target. Passers-by all gave many strange looks. They knew that there was a man hanging coffin in Luobiao Town, but there were never many tourists. Only some people who claimed to be archaeologists came every year, but they did not expect that such a large group of people came this time.

"Hello, uncle. We are teachers and students who came out of Sichuan University for archaeology. We want to see a Ha-ha man hanging coffin. Do you want to take us the lane? "Zhou Cheng was wearing a Zhongshan suit, but he spoke fluent Sichuan dialect, which made the old man less wary.

"If you want, you want! Anyway, I have nothing to do. Help you, are you all fellow villagers?" The old man is a local native and the farthest place in his life. He has been to Luobiao Town. Farmers like them who never leave the mountains in their entire lives are very simple and kind. For them, being kind to others is the first priority.

After the old man finished speaking, he led the way. His hair was half white and cut very short. His feet were wearing a pair of straw sandals he wore, his trousers were tied up high, and he was holding a bamboo cigarette pole in his mouth. He smoked his own dry tobacco. While walking, he turned around and talked to Zhou Cheng and the others, but Zhou Cheng felt so friendly. Because he looked very similar to his grandfather. The old man's teeth were almost gone, and his wrinkled face could not cover up his kind and simple smile. He was not as pretentious as a city man, and his tone was also very sincere. He was not as good as a city man, as if he was always guarding against someone.

"I think you students and kids are all dressed well. When you come to this mountain valley to study, aren't you afraid of suffering? Yibin is a very story-producing place, but it's too poor."

The old man walked very quickly and was in good health. He turned around while smoking, but when he said that Yibin was too poor, he turned his head and Zhou Cheng seemed to hear a faint sigh. He did not care about the black clothes made of Yeliangbu on his back, and through the gap, the students behind him could not help but subconsciously covered their mouths. Many people felt rustling in their eyes, as if something was about to roll down. But the old man did not care at all, as if life should be so ordinary.

Because, through the opening, Zhou Cheng saw the old man's thin and rugged body and saw a very long scar.

"Old man, have you been living in Luobiao Town? We are not familiar with the place here. Do you have any stories to tell us?"

Bai Xueling's eyes were the redtest, and she crossed the two students and asked softly.

The old man seemed a little uncomfortable with Bai Xueling's Mandarin, but thanks to the popularity of TVs these days, he could barely understand it. He just felt strange, as if he was uncomfortable: "I have always lived here, without education, without money, and I can't walk out. I don't even recognize the words, and I can't find my way out after going out."

The old man's straightforwardness made the students very happy.

"Can you tell us the secret about the hanging coffin of a man here?"

The group gradually passed by the mountains and began to enter a long ravine. It has changed from lush greenery throughout the mountains to a geological environment of hard rock strata, which is also one of the reasons why the hanging coffin exists.

The old man took off the bamboo smoke pole, patted the ashes on the rock next to him, changed to a dry tobacco, stopped for a moment, as if he was recalling, and said slowly: "Our place is called Matangba. There were many people living in the past, and I don't know when they were called Yuren. Among them, the majority of them were named A. One day, an old man named A died, and the A family went to ask the Feng Shui master to see the place where the old man was buried. The Feng Shui master was walking around Matangba, and finally pointed to a steep rock and said to the people of the A family:

"There is a piece of white hard rock here. You must use a whole piece of big wood to make a coffin, put the dead old man in this coffin, and then bury it on this piece of white rock. The descendants of your A family will definitely be prosperous and prosperous." The A family did as they did, and they didn't know why they put the coffin of the old man surnamed A. This is the origin of the burial of the burial. From then on, the burial people learned to burial coffin, and after they died, they all carried out burial coffin. After that, the A family became indeed prosperous and became the most powerful tribe among the burial people. This tradition has been maintained."

"Then are there any sages now? Why have I never heard of a nation with sages?" Yizhou stepped forward in confusion and asked. Thirty people walked very crowded, not far apart, and the old man could be heard.

The old man shook his head and said, "I don't know. I have never heard of anyone in the village, nor do I know if Zhang Xianzhong killed Sichuan and all of them."

"I heard that there are no monks in Yibin? And it seems that there are very few monks in southern Sichuan? Isn't it?" Xu Haoran was also curious.

"What's good about monks? They've all been killed and buried in the cellar of Longxing in Yibin. Taoist priests are capable people. Don't be harmed by those cheating monks. Believe in Taoist priests."

The old man seemed to be a devout Taoist believer. When he heard that the monk was unhappy, Xu Haoran did not dare to ask again, at least it proved that the teacher did not lie again.

"Old man, our teacher said that there are some legends about the hanging coffins here, right? Can you tell us?"

A playful girl stepped forward and asked, but the team did not continue to move forward. The summer in Sichuan is still very hot, and she hides in this ravine and just can enjoy the cool air. The old man got used to it, so he found a rock, sat on the ground, and started talking.

"Anyway, when I was a child, there were many hanging coffins here. I asked my grandfather and he said that he had them when he was a child. At that time, the mountain and field of Eagle Beak Rock were full of hanging coffins. Later, later..."

The old man seemed to remember some sad past, and his expression was a little sad.

"Later, more and more people came here. Some people said they were here for archaeology and found the village officials, and wanted to buy some coffins, saying they wanted to do some displays. However, no one agreed because they suspected that these people were their ancestors. However, many of the hanging coffins were gone."

"Ah? Where did it go? It fell down?" Wang Jiang asked hurriedly, but it caused a roll of eyes around him. The thing has been put on good condition for hundreds of years and thousands of years, so how could it suddenly fall down?

"It's not that it fell. Some people said that there were gold, silver and jewelry in the coffin, and secretly put the rope up in the middle of the night and pushed it down the cliff. Alas, those hanging coffins may be our ancestors, so of course they can't be stolen. Back then, in order to catch these thieves, I was cut off, just like that..." The old man said, pulling the torn clothes behind him, revealing the long scar.

"Have the government compensated you? Why don't you call the police?"

"Call the police? Call the police? Wherever you go in the poor mountain valley? I was chopped by the thief and got beaten by himself. The village had no money. What caused the evil was that the only one who got poor because of medical treatment was to live in a grass house, and it only got better for many years. Since the past few years, the village has given 200 yuan every year, saying that it is a reward for those who protected the hanging coffin. For those who celebrated the holidays in the past, 200 yuan can buy a lot of pork." As the old man said, his face turned dim from the beginning, and he returned to calmness. On his smiling face, he seemed to tell others that he was not afraid of hard life, but he still lived a good life.

The students were all silent, as if they had learned a lot this time, although the archaeology had not yet begun.

"Oh. Uncle, you have worked so hard!" Zhou Cheng sighed. It was not that he felt that the old man was very miserable and poor. But that kind of free and easy view of giving as a duty infected Zhou Cheng. The old man may indeed not know how to read, but he is an old man who is so kind that it touches people.

"But I have a secret to tell you. I don't know if it's useful to you those of you who are studying." The old man smiled quietly while smoking, as if he had a big secret in his heart.

"What's the secret?" Everyone's spirits came, and they were not even afraid of heat.

"My home is on the Eagle Beak Rock. I found that although people occasionally come to steal coffins, in the past few decades, there have been more than a dozen coffins on the cliffs. Because there are many hanging coffins, there are no one to take care of them, and they are often destroyed. No one will pay attention to them except me. After all, I have also grown up watching these hanging coffins since I was a child."

"Ah?" The students all opened their mouths now. How could there be more than a dozen coffins?

"Is it the dead in the village?"

"No, all the dead people in the village are buried in the mountains. Who would put them on the cliff?"

It was getting late, and Zhou Chuang was going to take the students to see the Eagle Beak Rock first, so he had to find a place to sleep in the open at this time.

"There is a large stone dam in front of my house. You can set up a tent there! Next to it is Eagle Beak Rock. You can go and see it slowly when dawn."
Chapter completed!