Chapter Twenty-Four: Hidden Treasure

  Fu Chuan asked why this temple was here, and at the same time he told San Yang to go down to the waterfall to find some cypress branches. San Yang reluctantly went, not wanting to leave the treasures in the cave. Fu Chuan asked Xing Cheng Tian, who couldn't answer for a while. He said: "I took a look at the hieroglyphics in the temple, and I think this temple was built about 1,500 years ago, which is also when the people of Shi Yin Village moved here."

  "Are you saying that this temple was built by people from the village?"

  Xing Chengtian nodded and said, "It should be their ancestors, 1,500 years ago, when this temple was built, it is said that someone had come here before, but later no one knew the way to come back here."

  "The white bones in the cave may be the remains of the army that got lost in the forest and accidentally entered the cave, wanting to take away the treasure, but ultimately failed and even lost their lives."

  Fuhe thought this explanation was also plausible, but since he came in, it has been sealed off, and it doesn't seem like anyone had ever entered before. "When I came in here, everything around me was sealed off, it's impossible for someone to have broken in here before."

  Xing Chengtian let out a puzzled "oh" and then looked at Fu Chuan, before walking over to a desiccated corpse that had not yet fully turned into a skeleton. He examined it briefly, then stood up, his eyes wide with excitement as he stared at Fu Chuan: "They should have died from suffocation."

  "Suffocation?" Fugawa didn't think this was a good reason: "What's the reason?"

  Xing Chengtian thought that his inference might be wrong, he said: "I think my inference may have gone wrong somewhere. They didn't die from infighting here, but from suffocation. When you were here, before the wall was blasted open, did you feel a sense of suffocation?"

  "Of course!" Fuchuan said.

  Xing Chengtian said: "On the stone wall, I can translate the text that has only one meaning, which is resurrection!" Xing Chengtian didn't know what resurrection was, but this should be left to professionals to look at. "What do you think they are pursuing?"

  Fuhe shook his head, his eyes somewhat dry and rough. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in two or three days. "In our Mao Shan Taoist practice," he said, "there is a method that can bring the dead back to life. However, doing so goes against the heavenly way, and in the end, the person who casts the spell will also be consumed by heavenly fire. When you mention revival, I think it's probably what the people of Shi Yin Village have been trying to do - find a way to revive that thing whose true body has already been destroyed and restore its human form."

  Xing Chengtian nodded seriously, agreeing with Fu Chuan's words. For now, this was the only explanation that made sense: "They spent over a thousand years, even building this temple, but it seems they still haven't succeeded."

  Fu Chuan smiled lightly and said, "Yes, I think so too. That's why we need to find it before it recovers its human form and eliminate it." Fu Chuan asked Xing Cheng if the branches of the Taiyang Jin tree could really eliminate it, and Xing Cheng said that was what was recorded in the Taiyang Jin Jing.

  Fu Chuan looked at Xing Chengtian, somewhat unbelieving. "Some things are truly mysterious, and nature is like that - one thing suppresses another." However, Fu Chuan still felt it was unreliable, so he had already decided that if the branches of the cypress tree couldn't eliminate the thing they encountered, then he would mobilize the Dinghuang to destroy its primordial spirit, forever making the evil spirit of Shi Ji disappear from the world.

  Fu Chuan sat in the stone cave, dazed, and later felt that there was nothing to do. He then gathered some gold coins from his side and threw them into the furnace to melt the gold. Xing Chengtian asked him what he was doing, but Fu Chuan didn't speak, only saying "just playing".

  Fu Jiang originally made a gold bangle, which looked quite rough and had no patterns. However, he engraved a treasured character on the bangle. He remembered that he had promised someone to give him a gold bangle, but when he found out about the Li family's rules, only the husband could give a gold bangle to his wife, so he retreated.

  Looking at the finished gold bangle, Fu Chuan smiled self-deprecatingly and asked himself in his heart what he was doing.

  Fu Chuan felt sorry for Li Bao Bao, but he couldn't change the current situation. He couldn't settle down now, it was simply impossible. The Fu family had rules, and the head of the household could never get married in their lifetime. The Fu family practiced Mao Shan Taoism, and the founder of Mao Shan had set this rule. All generations of heads of households were not allowed to marry. Although the Southern Gate Fu family was only a branch of the Mao Shan sect, they still followed this tradition, just like Fu Chuan's uncle who never married in his lifetime. Fu Chuan's father went to study in England after giving birth to him in China and married an English woman there, having many younger siblings for Fu Chuan. However, those younger siblings were never recognized as members of the Fu family by their grandfather because Fu Chuan's stepmother was a foreigner, and in his grandfather's eyes, the children she gave birth to were naturally "foreign bastards" who didn't deserve to enter the Fu family temple.

  Fuhe's mother is the younger sister of the former leader of Furong Temple, and it's strange that the Fu and Li families have been intermarrying for a hundred years. However, those who are not eligible to become leaders will be arranged to marry and have children, and their offspring will become the next generation of leaders. Fuhe's father, an old fox, divorced his first wife after having children with her. Fuhe's mother is now missing, while his father is living in England, where he has remarried for the third time. Anyway, Fuhe doesn't know what his father is thinking.

  Put away the golden bangle, Fu Chuan sighed in the darkness and added firewood to it. The flames immediately burst into a blaze. Xing Chengtian said: "You're restless, why?"

  Actually, there was no need for him to say it, Xing Chengtian already knew, "Last night while sleeping, you were talking in your sleep and kept calling out your junior sister's name."

  "Get out!" Fu Chuan was annoyed and frustrated, "What's the point of calling for help?"

  "You said you thought of her in your heart, why can't you be together with her properly."

  Fu Chuan said: "What the hell do you know!"

  Xing Chengtian retorted: "You don't even understand fart."

  After a few words of argument, Fu Chuan finally spoke out what was bothering him: "You think I don't want to be good with her? The Fu family has rules, the Li family also has rules. The heads of both families cannot have private relationships with each other's children, unless they give up their position as head."

  "Well, just give up then. If you give up, you can live a carefree life outside like your dad, with the money in hand." Xing Chengtian had always known this secret because he was in control of the Fu family's funds and will. As long as the head of the household stepped down, he could leave the Fu family with a sum of money to live his own life, just like the other children. And Fu Chuan's father was a great example of that.

  Fujiang said: "If I could give up by saying give up, I wouldn't be so annoyed. I'm willing to, do you think others are willing?"

  "Li Baobao doesn't want to give up?" Xing Chengtian curled his lips, he knew that Li Baobao was a girl with a strong temperament, her ambition since childhood was to become the leader of Furong Pavilion and make the Li family prosperous.

  Fu Chuan didn't want to tell Xing Chengtian that much, and before he could finish speaking, he lay down in the tent. Fu Chuan wasn't always a coward; this lifetime, he had only been brave once.

  He hadn't become the master of the Fu family yet, at that time, Fu Chuan really couldn't stand Li Baobao wearing a floral miniskirt in front of him, with those two little white rabbits swaying back and forth in front of him. At that time, Fu Chuan was only eighteen years old, and his blood was still hot, how could he bear it? So, after deceiving Li Baobao to come out at night, he took her on a private run, but they were caught soon after. As a result, Fu Chuan was beaten up thoroughly, and the next day, he was sent to his father by his uncle, not returning until his uncle's death. And from then on, Li Baobao almost cut off all contact with Fu Chuan.

  Fujiang wouldn't tell Xing Chengtian that whenever he thought of Li Baobao's eighteen-year-old face, so pure and yet not lacking in charm, he would get hard. During that chaotic period in the UK, sometimes when playing with female classmates, sometimes unable to get hard, he would let himself think of Li Baobao's face.

  Fu Chuan was really afraid of Li Baobao, and it had been that way since he was young. That girl had been more mischievous than the boys since she was a kid, and even more so than Fu Chuan. Fu Chuan had often suffered at her hands, and later when he eloped with her, it was she who informed their elders, which led to Fu Chuan getting caught. It wasn't until later that Fu Chuan realized that on that day, the girl hadn't even put up a struggle - in short, he had never won against that woman.

  Xing Chengtian had always been thinking about the hieroglyphics on the stone wall that he couldn't translate, and no matter how hard he thought, he just couldn't figure it out. For so many years, he had never studied hieroglyphics before, and now he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

  In the late afternoon, San Yang climbed up from under the waterfall and found a few branches of cypress trees, which were enough. Fu Chuan sharpened three wooden stakes with relatively thick branches, one for each of them: himself, San Yang, and Xing Chengtian. Although they didn't know if it would work, at least they could try when the time came.

  After dinner, San Yang opened a can and handed it to Fu Chuan while asking: "Master, with so many treasures, how are we going to get them out of here?" San Yang's eyes were only on the money, not caring about others.

  Fuhe pointed at the white bones on the ground with his fingers and said, "These are all people who wanted to take away treasures and ended up dying here. Do you think you have the ability to take these things out?"

  Three sheep pouted and shook their heads, "But we can't give up either."

  Fu Chuan loves money, but he won't touch what doesn't belong to him. "What's yours is yours, don't take what isn't!"

  The three goats finally reluctantly crawled into their own tent, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

  Fu Chuan looked at the treasure on the ground, sometimes he thought that the treasure buried underground was not just this one, but only this time he was lucky to find it. Suddenly, Fu Chuan suddenly thought of something and said to Xing Chengtian who was standing by the stone wall: "I wonder if someone deliberately used the wealth here to lure those people to come here, and then sucked away their souls."

  Xing Chengtian poked his head out from the inner side of the stone wall, his fingers still writing, and replied to Fu Chuan with his mouth: "Maybe possible, but how did they do it."

  Fu Chuan said: "Treasure map."

  "What treasure map?" Xing Chengtian asked in confusion.