"Hehe, I guess you're not that honest..."

After hearing Long Wanda's words, Peng Bin smiled and did not bother with Long Wanda. He turned to Fang Yi and said, "The stone sculptures on both sides of this road are all totems in this village. Legend has it that they are ancient gods and have the ability to fly and hide in the sky, but the old man doesn't know what kind of mythological figures they are..."

"I am not a person in Buddhism, nor do I look like a god in Westerners. I really don't know what happened here in ancient times?"

Fang Yi shook his head when he heard this. He had just carefully looked at a pattern on a stone sculpture. It was a monster with nine human heads and a snake body. The enemy was a condor, and the whole pattern looked quite weird.

"Brother, do you mean, this village existed in ancient times?"

Peng Bin looked a little awesome when he heard this. He had heard Fang Yi deduce some things in ancient myths before, especially the spiritual energy that Fang Yi encountered last time. This time he mainly came to find the place where Luang Putuo had entered, just to try his luck and inquire about ancient things.

"It's hard to say, those stone sculptures may be left by the people behind to remember the ancestors..." Fang Yi thought for a moment and said firmly: "But this place is definitely not simple. Maybe Luang Putuo was really born here..."

"Look for it first." Peng Bin gave Fang Yi a look and signaled that he didn't need to say much about it here. After all, the old guy Long Wanda was pricking his ears behind him and eavesdropping.

This village in the mountains is not big, with only more than ten families in total, but there are many houses built along the mountain. In the words of the old man, these houses were once lived in, but they could not withstand the hardships in the mountains and never came back after going out.

When he arrived at a gentle place, the old man stood under a big banyan tree. There was a well under the banyan tree and a bell hung on the tree. After saying a few words to Peng Bin, the old man rang the bell.

"This bell is also an antique, and it has been at least hundreds of years." Fang Yi looked at the bronze bell, suddenly looked at Peng Bin, and said, "Brother, I remember that this bronze bell seemed to be recorded in Luang Putuo's biography?"

Some time ago, Fang Yi read a lot of historical materials related to Luang Pu Tuo. There is an article like Luang Pu Tuo's autobiography, which mentioned an ancient bell in the village. In the words of Luang Pu Tuo, it is melodious. Whenever something happens in the village, Su Lao in the village will ring this bell to gather everyone.

The bell was a little dull but very pleasant, and it was heard from afar. After a while, the people in the village gathered under the big trees. There were not many people, only seven or eight, and most of them were old people. The whole village seemed to be in a dusk atmosphere.

"The old man just told me that no one who went out of this village will come back. Maybe in a few years, the village will be gone."

Peng Bin whispered to Fang Yi. He had just asked the old man Luang Putuo if he was born in this village, but the old man's answer was a little disappointed. The old man told Peng Bin that even if the person he said was born here, as long as he went out, he rarely came back.

When Peng Bin and Fang Yi were talking, the old man was also talking to the people in the village. After talking for a while, the old man took out the money that Peng Bin gave him just now and sent it to several villagers. The villagers who received the money all looked smiling on their faces.

"Mr. Peng, what are they doing? Why do they have to split the money?" Long Wangda asked Peng Bin helplessly. Although he didn't want to talk to Peng Bin, only Peng Bin could understand the dialect of the people here.

"People who get the money will give up their house for us to live in..." Peng Bin replied simply.

"Then where do they live?" Long Wangda was stunned for a moment when he heard this and said, "We all brought tents. They don't need them to give up the house. Tell them..."

"My brother and I don't have a tent..." Hearing Long Wanda's words, Peng Bin couldn't help rolling his eyes and almost pointed at Long Wanda's nose and said that he was not kind anymore.

"We give two to you..." Long Wangda said straightforwardly. He did not give Peng Bin the chance to accuse him of being stingy.

"That's good, thank you Lao Long..."

Peng Bin laughed and went up to talk to Mr. Su in the village. After a while, he walked back, snapped his fingers and said, "I have agreed that our tent can be placed in this place. In addition, we can go to all the places in this village. They are responsible for three meals a day..."

The villagers in the mountains are still relatively simple. After they failed to give up their houses, the villagers brought a lot of fruits and vegetables, which they picked from the mountain and washed with clear springs, and the taste was very delicious.

In the name of archaeology, Peng Bin led everyone into the villagers' homes and pretended to check the pots, pans and spoons in their homes. However, except for Fang Yi who was really looking at some old objects, the rest of the people were more focused on some books.

However, what disappointed Long Wanda was that these villagers had very few books at home. Even if there were some, they were all picture albums of some children. There were no ancient books of old age. In the words of the villagers, there were some old books in the past, but they used fire as introductions.

Fang Yi and Peng Bin knew that it was absolutely impossible for Luang Po to enter the mysterious space to be in the villagers' houses, so they were really checking the old objects, while the other was absent-mindedly chatting with the villagers. The afternoon passed.

In order to welcome the guests, the villagers killed a sheep in the evening and held a grand bonfire dinner. Long Wanda also asked the disciples and followers who came out of the mountain in the afternoon to bring some supplies to present exquisite food to the villagers.

I have to say that Long Wanda is very good at enjoying it. The tents he brought are all inflatable. Each tent is as spacious as a small yurt. There are temporary power supply equipment inside. The rechargeable batteries are enough to maintain the use of light overnight.

What's even more awesome is that Long Wanda's entourage brought some ice cubes from somewhere and placed them in the tent where ice cubes absorb heat. This way, even in the hot summer, the temperature in the tent is very cool.

As for the most annoying mosquito problem in the mountains, it is even less of a problem in front of the two great saviors.

I don’t know what methods they used. The mosquitoes that were originally gathered together all disappeared completely, as if there were their worlds around the tent, and they all hid far away. Even the old man in the village who stayed to chat with Peng Bin was still amazed.

You know, in the past, there were no people left under the banyan tree at night. Those vampire-like mosquitoes could suck up a living person alive. People in the village relied on burning a herb to repel mosquitoes, but that one was limited to home, and the medicine was dissipated when the wind blew outside.

He heard Peng Bin and the old man communicating in language they could not understand. Fang Yi was playing with a conch the size of an adult fist. The conch was black all over, the wall was very thick, and it was heavy and heavy.

Six holes were artificially chiseled on the screw wall of this conch. When blowing with your mouth, you can press the hole with your fingers to make various sounds.

When others saw Fang Yi playing with him, they just thought it was an ordinary handicraft, but Fang Yi knew that this thing was not simple, so they specially asked Long Wanda for a 100,000 Cambodian Riels and exchanged it with the family.

In exchange for something that he could like, when Long Wanda asked someone to come out, he also exchanged a lot of Cambodian Riels. The US dollar was hard currency outside the mountains, and Long Wanda's people easily changed a schoolbag of Cambodian banknotes.

"Peng Xian...No, Peng Bin, what are you talking about with him?"

After the old man in the village left, Long Wangda came over and asked Peng Bin straight to the point.

Long Wanda was very depressed that he had sent his disciples out of the mountain in the afternoon to find an interpreter, but what Long Wanda did not expect was that none of the people in these villages understood the language of this village.

Long Wanda was speechless when he heard this. However, the languages ​​in Southeast Asia were mixed, especially the local languages ​​in the mountains were even more difficult to understand. Long Wanda didn't know where Peng Bin learned this language.

"I didn't talk about anything, just talk about some family matters. I mainly asked him if he knew Luang Putuo, if he had ever come back after he left the village..."

Peng Bin said half-truely, in fact, he just asked what was there around the village, and where children usually like to play when they were young. According to the records in Luang Pu Tuo’s notes, he accidentally entered the space when he was young.

Peng Bin and Fang Yi calculated that a child could not run far when he was five or six years old. So the space where Luang Prato entered should be near or around the village. Peng Bin was preparing to wait until tomorrow to search with Fang Yi.

"Is there nothing else?"

The feeling of being controlled by others was very uncomfortable with the feeling of being controlled by others, but no matter whether Peng Bin said it was true or false, he could only listen. This was like the notes of Luang Putuo. Although he knew that the things translated by Peng Bin were a bit untrue, Long Wanda was helpless.

"No more, why don't you ask him yourself." Peng Bin spread his hands and put on such a gesture that I was just like that, and Long Wanda could only return to his room in disappointment.

"Brother, you've been playing with this conch for a long time. Is there anything special?" Peng Bin and Fang Yi's tents were next to each other. When they opened the curtains of the tent, they could just see each other. It was still early and Peng Bin couldn't sleep.

"Nothing special. I see the workmanship is very exquisite, so I can play with it..." Fang Yi winked at Peng Bin. He had some thoughts about the conch, but Fang Yi didn't want to try it in front of Long Wanda and others.

"Hehe, I know these bastards are eavesdropping. Do you want to hurry up and get them..."

Peng Bin suddenly squeezed his eyes towards Fang Yi. After hearing his words, Long Wanda, who was pricking his ears not far away, couldn't help but smile bitterly, but he couldn't say anything, otherwise he would have really admitted that he was a bastard.

Peng Bin suddenly changed his tone. He actually said in a dialect from Jiangnan in China: "Lao Long, you shameless bastard, a guy who gave birth to a grandson as a shemale, and a guy who eavesdrops on others' words... "

The Chinese language is roughly divided into seven major dialects, namely the Northern dialect, Wu dialect, Fujian dialect, Guangdong dialect, Hakka dialect, Gan dialect and Hunan dialect. The dialects in these seven regions almost cover the entire China.

However, among the dialects, there are different dialects. Northern dialects are generally called "official dialects". Secondary dialects are generally relatively easy to understand, even if they are separated by thousands or eight hundred kilometers.

However, the southern dialects are like Wu and Min dialects, and the secondly, the dialects are very different in clear and turbid consonants. Sometimes the adjacent villages often speak differently, and while speaking northern Jiangsu dialect, the difference is very big.

The dialect that Peng Bin said is a type of Wu dialect, which is somewhat similar to Jinling dialect but is very different. This is actually the local dialect of Fangfang Village at the foot of Fangshan. Peng Bin once heard Fang Yi and Fatty talk in this language and learned some of the pronunciations of this dialect from Fang Yi.

"Brother, you're so bad. Let's talk about it in another way they can understand, otherwise they won't be able to sleep well this night..."
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