"The reason is very simple. There are records in the Qingshan Town Chronicle that the old people in our village told stories before, and there was also the legend of Wang Mingtang's black iron sword killing dragons.

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"Liu Junhao responded, "Yes, "Qingshan Township Chronicles", I said why did I hear the name Wang Mingtang familiar?" Zhao Guangming next to him also slapped his head. When Liu Junhao mentioned it, he immediately remembered that he had seen this article in the folk legend recorded in the hometown chronicles.

It is said that there was a dragon living in the Baitiao River in the past. Every summer, this dragon caused a wave, causing the Baitiao River to flood, flooded countless farmland villages along the coast, and completely cut off water transportation. Later, when Wang Mingtang, the prefect of Qinghe Prefecture, learned about this matter, Wang Mingtang ordered people to cast a black iron sword and sent warriors to use it to kill the dragon.

From then on, the Baitiao River was calm and there was no flood again.

Not only did Liu Junhao hear this legend when he was a child, but there were probably many people in Qingshan Town who had heard it. But everyone listened to it as a story, and no one believed that this thing had actually happened.

"Good, I've heard of this story since I was a child. There's such a sword." Liu Qihua, who was protruding his head by the big pit, praised him.

"That's right, I told my grandson some time ago." Ermazi echoed. Both of them had incredible words, and they never thought that the legendary things would actually come into reality.

In fact, many legends are adapted from what happens in reality. If the veil of mystery is stripped away, a historical truth may be discovered.

Witness history with your own hands, don’t mention how cool this feeling is. More than 20 laborers in the pit took turns to dig the soil, and the more motivated they were. In half an hour, they dug more than three meters deep, but still didn’t see the whole body of the sword.

Of course, another reason is that the silt layer above has been dug out, and the sandy soil layer is below. The soil is loose, so the excavation speed is naturally more than twice as fast as before.

Liu Junhao dug up his strength for more than twenty minutes before he was replaced. He took a breath and prepared to take a few photos, and then he posted them online after he got back.

However, he was really behind this time. The tourists watching nearby had already used their mobile phones to pass the photos of the site to the 18th floor. Now several posts have been posted in the forum, all of which are tourists broadcasting live. At this time, the total number of replies has exceeded 1,000.

Digging a pit and taking sand and soil, the group worked for two hours and dug a large pit five meters deep on the river beach. The black iron sword finally revealed its true face. A picture was cast on the sword grid. According to Mr. Guo, this was a picture of Yazi.

There is a legend among the people that the dragon gave birth to nine sons, and Yazi is the second son of the dragon. It is so murderous and can swallow swords, so people carve it on the sword.

Liu Guangju had already ordered people to go back to the village to get the wire rope. Now one end of the wire rope is placed on the hilt of the sword, and the other end is tied to the carriage.

Then, two hand-held tractors started and tried hard at the same time, and finally pulled the big iron out of the pit.

Before the sword was released, the crowd surrounded him again and the phone was taking pictures. Since the sword was buried vertically, I didn't really look at the edge of the big pit just now, and now I can finally enjoy my eyes close to you.

"Dig again and see if there are any other things." Seeing Ermazi and others going ashore, Mr. Guo hurriedly shouted.

There is really!! Several people just dug more than a foot deep below, and then they heard a click. "There is something?" Someone screamed, and the onlookers left their swords and surrounded them again.

"Slow down, don't dig it out. Can you afford to damage the cultural relics?" Liu Guangju looked at the frivolous appearance of the people below and hurriedly shouted at the top of his throat.

Hearing his yell, everyone was cautious in their next actions.

It took me more than ten minutes to dig out the thing. It turned out to be an iron box, with rust on it, two holes rusted on the side, and mud and sand were poured in it. "What is hidden here?" Ermazi knocked it with his fingers, making a dull sound.

"It would be great if it was a box of gold. If we meet, we will make a fortune." Liu Qiyong responded.

"It won't be gold, look here..." Mr. Guo pointed to the iron box with a slightly excited tone and said, "It's a Buddha statue, and this iron box is probably a Buddhist relics."

"What is a relic letter?" a tourist asked immediately.

Everyone pricked up their ears and waited for the old man to answer.

"The relic letter is also called the iron letter. It is used to wrap the relics with an iron box, and it is made of copper, gold, silver and jade. According to legend, after the Buddha Shakyamuni's Nirvana, his disciples wrapped the Buddha's bone relics with gold and jade, buried them underground, and then built a pagoda on it, which is what we usually call the relic pagoda."

"Old man, do you mean there is a bone hidden in this iron box?" Ermazi called out a secret bad luck and hurriedly stayed away.

"It shouldn't be true. Buddha bone relics are very rare." Mr. Guo replied hesitantly. He was not specializing in this and did not know much about it.

"What do you think so much? Just open it and see." Zhao Guangming was so anxious that he got violently and violently broke the iron box. The iron lock was so rusted that it was so prematurely rusted. He gently hit the iron shovel, and the lock broke. The lid of the box was opened, and everyone immediately surrounded it, wanting to see what was inside as soon as possible.

They were disappointed, not to mention gold, silver and jewelry, there was not even a copper coin.

It is still a piece of iron plate, with wet and covered with rust. There are two lines of characters engraved on the front, which are almost unrecognizable.

Mr. Guo and Liu Junhao thought about it for a few minutes and only recognized the word "Wei Tuo". Guo Zhenhua's analysis was correct, this was indeed a Buddhist thing.

Wei Tuo is the Dharma protector of Buddhism. Many temples are worshipped, and people are called Wei Tuo Bodhisattva. He often stands behind the statue of Maitreya Buddha, facing the Main Hall, protecting the Dharma and helping monks.

It seems that Wang Mingtang not only cast a river-stopping sword, but also asked Bodhisattva Weituo to take charge here.

"Continue digging, maybe there is something else." Someone shouted again.

This time, I really didn't have it anymore. I dug two feet deeper and couldn't dig it down.

This place is close to Baitiao River and has abundant groundwater resources. At this moment, groundwater continues to surge and is almost overwhelming the instep.

While everyone was busy there, Liu Junhao took out his cell phone to call reporter Guo. reporter Guo is an old acquaintance in Liujiagou, so he is naturally indispensable for such news. When he answered the phone, the other party heard that Liujiagou had dug a giant black iron sword and immediately said that he would come here in the afternoon. In addition, he also focused on explaining the on-site information to be kept, and he might use it when he reported.

At this moment, the anxious tourists have measured the length of the black iron sword, 5.3 meters, which is a very amazing number. Some people are beginning to worry about how to transport it back.

Someone soon had an idea at the scene, first laying a few thick wooden strips in the carriage to increase the area of ​​force. Then everyone tied the sword with steel wire, then went up to 20 or 30 laborers to lift the black iron sword and slowly put the sword into the carriage.

Before the hand-held tractor could enter the village, the others in the village had already received news and stood on the side of the road to greet him, even Zhang Qian was no exception.

After the sword was removed, it was thrown directly at Liu Guangju’s doorstep. There was no need to consider the safety of cultural relics. A big iron lump would probably be difficult to get rid of even if someone wanted to steal it.

At this time, tourists who did not find the opportunity gathered again to take photos as a souvenir.

Liu Junhao didn't join in the fun. He looked at the time on his phone. It was almost half past eleven. It was time to go home to make lunch, so he turned his head and shouted Zhao Guangming.

It was not until this time that Zhao Guangming remembered that Zhou Yueer was still waiting at home. He went to Liu Junhao to pack an egg box, and quickly rode a motorcycle away from Zhang Qian to cook at noon. The task of taking care of the children was naturally handed over to Liu Junhao.

While coaxing the child, he turned on the computer and glanced. As expected, the discussion on the 18th floor is very hot now. Many netizens said they would go to Liujiagou to visit the sword. "Husband, our soy sauce is gone, hurry up and ask Wukong to buy a bottle in the village." After putting the dishes in the pot, Zhang Qian found that the soy sauce bottle was empty. Her husband wanted to take care of the child, so she ordered the monkey.

Liu Junhao shook his head, "Let Xiaopi go. Wukong is very good at playing, don't delay cooking. Besides, it will definitely spend the remaining change for you to buy things."

"That's right" Zhang Qian nodded when she heard it.

Now they are quite worried about the monkey. This guy has to make trouble every now and then. Let it take money to do things, isn’t this tolerant crime?

Liu Junhao took out the vegetable basket, put a RMB plus a note inside, and then patted the guy's head and asked him to go to the village.

To put it in the words of a great man, "I'll be relieved when you do things!" Xiaopi is definitely a reassuring person. He ran all the way to Liu Qihua's small shop with a basket in his hand.

Nowadays, it can't be called a small shop, it should be called "Qihua Supermarket". As the number of tourists in Liujiagou gradually increased, Liu Qihua also changed his small shop and renovated it and changed it to the supermarket. Opening a supermarket in a small village with only a few hundred people sounds like a mess, but anyone who comes to Liujiagou will know that this supermarket will definitely make money. Now Liujiagou is famous, and there are endless customers coming to the village to visit every day. Someone has simply counted that the number of people is more than that of the villagers in Liujiagou. Especially on Saturdays and Sundays, the village's farmhouses are even more full.

There are so many people, so they naturally have various needs. It takes more than ten miles to buy in the town. Although this is not a big deal for those with cars, it only takes half an hour to go back and forth. But after all, it is not a errand.

It was precisely because Liu Qihua was interested in this and upgraded the convenience store.

Xiaopi ran all the way to the supermarket and found that the door was locked, so he turned his head and looked for it according to the smell.

Liu Qihua had not eaten yet and was talking about the story of Wang Mingtang killing the dragon with a few tourists around the sword. Xiaopi ran to him and immediately shouted at him a few times.

"Wait, I'll get you soy sauce after I finish speaking." He was so excited that he could not give up halfway.

Xiaopi didn't care about that much. Seeing that the other party was staying in the seat and refused to leave, she immediately put down the vegetable basket and stretched out her head to hold Liu Qihua's neckline.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you." Liu Qihua got up and went back to the ground, took a bottle of soy sauce, and then made a change in the RMB. He watched Xiaopi leave before he sat back.
Chapter completed!