Acai's Sky

Chapter 741 50 Continue Life 24

As night falls, the inky black sky covers the earth like a huge black curtain.

When they finally got home, it was already completely dark and they could hardly see their hands in front of them.

If it weren't for the strong blue mule galloping hard, they would probably choose to rest for a night in the nearby county town and set out on their return journey after dawn.

As soon as she entered the house, Acai couldn't wait to take out several carefully prepared amulets, and before anyone could react, she quickly put them on her parents and brothers.

These amulets are colorful and of various shapes, exuding a mysterious and charming aura.

Li Huaishan held the purple Qin Ziyu amulet carved with plum blossoms in his hand, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He carefully examined the piece of Qin Ziyu and couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought that the Taoist priests of Chongyang Palace would have such a precious item! This agate material obviously comes from our Qinling Mountains, but it is not easy to find such high-quality material, not to mention the exquisite carving, it is simply a work of art beyond compare!"

As he spoke, he turned to look at his wife and said, "When I return from my hometown, I will definitely pay them another visit and give those Taoists some rice and flour as a thank you gift to express our gratitude!"

Li Jingqi, who was standing by, gently stroked the scriptures engraved on the back of the amulet and muttered to himself.

After a moment, he said with a look of satisfaction, "Wearing this amulet around my neck feels wonderful. It's like soaking in cool, refreshing spring water. It makes me feel relaxed and happy."

At this time, Acai stood quietly by, watching her family happily fiddling with their amulets, a gratified smile on her face.

Seeing this, she turned around quietly and left, tiptoeing back to her bedroom.

The running around and fatigue of the past two days made her exhausted. As soon as she got on the bed, she fell into a deep sleep like a tired bird returning to its nest, entering a sweet dream.

...

Four o'clock in the morning.

Ah Cai couldn't fall asleep at all. That's what happens when someone has something on their mind. She sighed and got up.

He rode the purple gold gourd and flew to the gate of Chongyang Palace.

The talisman in Acai's hand flickered with faint light. She waved it lightly, and dozens of talismans flew towards the main hall of Chongyang Palace like a light butterfly.

The talisman quickly unfolded in the air, turning into a dazzling light, like a clear spring, sprinkling in every corner of Chongyang Palace.

The once dilapidated palace walls, illuminated by the light, quickly became brand new and solid. The cracks between the bricks and stones closed automatically, as if meticulously repaired by an invisible hand.

The roof of the palace also looked brand new in the light, and the tiles sparkled with crystal light, as if they had been newly laid.

Even the flowers, plants and trees around the palace came alive in this magical light, with the flowers blooming more brilliantly and the leaves becoming greener.

The entire Chongyang Palace looked brand new in an instant, as if the ancient building forgotten by time had regained life.

Because there were ruins within a ten-mile radius of Chongyang Palace, Acai spent a full two hundred talismans to repair almost all of the ruins that could be repaired.

Ah Cai glanced at the Taoists and saw that they were still meditating and refining the red fruit. She nodded with satisfaction, rode her flying vehicle home and took a nap.

...

Acai restored a Buddhist temple and a Taoist temple to their former glory.

This earth-shaking move really stunned many people, and it could be said that they were scared!

You know, the Qinling Mountains have been known as the "Dragon Vein of China" since ancient times.

In August, a group of bandits who had long been entrenched in the main peak and the surrounding area within a radius of 100 miles were completely wiped out by the sound of wooden fish, and their bodies were eaten by wild beasts.

Immediately afterwards, heavy snow fell from the sky for three days and three nights.

As so many strange things happened one after another, the legends about this mysterious area became more and more bizarre and strange.

As soon as the news came out, a large number of architects, historians, and scholars and professors in related fields from all over the country took the trouble to travel thousands of miles to Huxian.

They were filled with curiosity and doubts, and couldn't wait to uncover the many mysteries hidden here.

Especially when they heard that Chongyang Palace could be repaired overnight, everyone looked at Qinling with more caution, for fear of accidentally angering the mysterious forces within that were beyond human control.

Wu Dezhi was distracted by the swarm of professors who came in. His head was almost going bald from all their questions, but his superiors asked him to cooperate well.

In desperation, he had to push the task of receiving these people to Political Commissar Zheng Feng, and then he took the opportunity to slip away.

Before leaving, he did not forget to find an excuse for himself, saying that he wanted to personally prepare some game for these distinguished guests who came from afar and reward them well.

Several highly respected professors, each leading their own favorite students, followed Political Commissar Zheng closely, along the winding mountain road deep into the Qinling Mountains.

Along the way, they carefully searched for every stone with inscriptions and carefully photographed them with the cameras in their hands for later organization and archiving.

Among them, Xiao He, as a disciple of history professor Jin Boyan, has been influenced by the family cultural atmosphere since childhood and has a deep study and keen insight into ancient characters.

When he saw these inscriptions for the first time, he quickly determined that these fonts belonged to Qin Lishu based on the knowledge and experience accumulated over the years.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of a smile rising from the corner of his mouth, but quickly frowned again and said with a grin, "To be able to write at this level, it would definitely be impossible without a hundred or eighty years of accumulated skills!"

However, Professor Jin Boyan, standing nearby, gently shook his head. He pointed at the edge of the handwriting and analyzed in a calm tone, "Look, judging by the force applied to the characters, they were written in one smooth stroke, as if the writer was suspended in mid-air. Furthermore, the edges of the characters are smooth and natural, with absolutely no trace of friction from any sharp object..."

At this moment, the renowned archaeologist Ouyang Shaoshi beside him nodded in agreement. He added, "Looking at the debris scattered beneath the stone, it's clear this is a recent carving. Furthermore, after comparing the handwriting we found on that mountain pointing to the bandit's lair, we can confirm that it was created by the same person!"

After hearing this, Xiao He couldn't help but feel a splitting headache. Searching for this mysterious person who carved the words in this vast Qinchuan land that stretched for thousands of miles was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

After all, the person who can beat the wooden fish is not necessarily a monk, maybe a nun!

Despite this, they still did not give up hope and worked tirelessly to visit almost all the towns in Huxian County and the surrounding villages, large and small.

Hard work pays off. When I visited the villagers, I unexpectedly heard about the later bamboo flute sound.

Anyone who heard the music of the bamboo flute would be almost cured overnight even with the slightest injury, and seriously ill patients would be saved from the shadow of death.