Chapter 107: Wooden Mansion at the Foot of Feilong Mountain
Chapter 107: Wooden Mansion at the Foot of Feilong Mountain
The next morning, Yang Qing and Feng Pojun went to Mu Mansion!
Licheng is surrounded by mountains on all sides, with peaks and ridges stretching endlessly. From a distance, a towering peak rises into the sky among the mountains. There is thick snow on the top of the peak, while below is lush greenery.
Feng Pojun said:
"That's Feilong Snow Mountain, over 5500 meters above sea level. The summit is a restricted area, and no one is allowed to ascend! Legend has it that powerful gods live there year-round, but that's just a legend; no one has ever seen one."
Yang Qing asked curiously:
"No climbing allowed?"
Feng Pojun smiled:
"That's right! This Feilong Snow Mountain is a sacred mountain in the hearts of the local ethnic minorities, and the locals forbid anyone from reaching the summit.
Even if the locals hadn't stopped us, we couldn't have climbed up! The top of the mountain is steep, and the peak is mainly made of limestone, which is very brittle and loose in texture, and can easily collapse with the slightest external force.
Add to that the changing climate, glaciers, and snowcaps, and reaching the summit is even more difficult than Mount Everest!
Over the years, Daxia has organized summit climbs, but the highest it reached was 5100 meters, and no higher! Later, due to strong opposition from local people, Daxia stopped organizing summit climbs.
Yang Qing looked at the Feilong Snow Mountain in the distance with great interest:
"interesting!"
Feng Pojun suddenly looked at Yang Qing in shock:
"You're not thinking of going up there, are you? I advise you not to even think about it. That's a sacred mountain for the ethnic minorities down there. If you're a tourist and want to experience it, that's fine, but you can only go up to 5100 meters. If you try any higher, the ethnic minorities down there will skin you alive!"
Yang Qing curled his lips:
"That's not the case, is it? You're talking so weirdly?"
Feng Pojun chuckled and said:
"Don't you dare disbelieve it? According to their legend, a Flying Dragon Princess lives on the top of Feilong Snow Mountain. She is a powerful divine being who descends the mountain every spring to meet her people.
Anyone who climbs to the summit without permission would be committing blasphemy and disrespecting Princess Feilong!"
Yang Qing looked at the snow-capped mountains, and there seemed to be a mysterious aura.
Soon, the car drove to the entrance of a mountain stream. Feng Pojun parked the car and said:
"The car ahead can't get in, we have to walk!"
Yang Qing looked at the mountain stream path and asked doubtfully:
"Could the Mu Mansion be built in this mountain stream?"
Feng Pojun nodded:
"The Mu Mansion was born from the horse caravan. Building the manor house in the mountain stream is the custom of the horse caravan. After so many years, they have not changed it."
We walked forward along the deep mountain stream path. In many places, the path was so narrow that only one person could pass through. There were cliffs on both sides, and occasionally some trees grew obliquely from the cracks in the cliffs.
The cliffs are covered with moss, which makes them look green.
Suddenly, a faint sound of water came from the front, as if there was a waterfall ahead, and the humidity in the mountain stream became heavier and heavier.
Yang Qing curled his lips. Living in such a humid place, wouldn’t he get rheumatoid arthritis or something?
Looking up, the high cliffs blocked most of the sunlight, and the temperature seemed to drop a bit.
After turning a corner, the view suddenly opened up. No one would have thought that there was such a precious land in this mountain stream!
I saw a waterfall in the mountains cascading down, forming a pool. The water in the pool was crystal clear, and the water vapor and mist combined together, just like a fairyland on earth!
Feng Pojun clicked his tongue and said:
"I am shocked every time I come here. This place is like a paradise on earth. It is really enviable!"
Not to mention Feng Pojun, even Yang Qing liked this place.
After passing the waterfall, the space becomes larger again, and an ancient house appears before our eyes.
The courtyard nestles against the backdrop of a mountain and a river. The bluestone-paved paths are lined with weathered pines and cypresses, standing tall and resilient, as if bearing witness to the vicissitudes of time. The gate is simple and imposing, its bronze knocker carved with intricate cloud and dragon patterns, its age-worn charm enhanced by the traces of time. Opening the door reveals a courtyard of blue bricks and gray tiles, with rising eaves and angled corners, a simple yet solemn atmosphere.
Upon entering the courtyard, a rockery rises abruptly in the center. Several tenacious wildflowers grow between the cracks, adding a touch of vitality to the quiet house. Beside the rockery, a pond ripples with emerald green waves, and a few water lilies quietly bloom, like shy girls, adding a touch of tenderness and elegance to this ancient house.
Even Yang Qing, who was used to seeing the immortal palace in heaven in his previous life, couldn't help but sigh that it was really unique!
At this time, the Mu Mansion was silent, and a faint smell of blood and burnt things could be smelled in the air, all of which told people about the tragic massacre!
After walking around the rockery, you will see a magnificent house. Two security guards from the Public Security Bureau are standing at the door. Looking through the open door, you can see several security guards busy inside.
The two security guards recognized Feng Pojun when they saw him and shouted:
"The bureau is here? Who is this?"
The security guard looked at Yang Qing in confusion, and Feng Pojun said:
"This is the instructor from the Martial Arts Administration Bureau. Come and take a look at the scene."
The security officer glanced into the house and said:
"It's been almost cleaned out, there's probably nothing left to see!"
Yang Qing's face was calm and he said:
"No problem! I'll just look around!"
After saying that, he lifted his leg, stepped over the threshold, and walked into the main house!
Feng Pojun said:
"Six bodies were found in the main house. They were the old lady of the Mu family, the old master of the Mu family, the housekeeper, and three guards! They were all killed in one blow!"
"The open space behind the main house was the most tragic. Almost all of the Mu family guards died there!"
After passing through the main house, they saw an open space. Feng Pojun said:
"The east room is my daughter-in-law's room. It has been burned."
Yang Qing looked over and saw that it had indeed been burned beyond recognition.
"The west room is the servants' room, and further ahead is the old master and old lady's room!"
Yang Qing frowned slightly and suddenly asked:
"I thought you said it happened around 10pm, right?"
Feng Pojun nodded:
"Not bad!"
Yang Qing continued:
"At their ages, the old man and his wife would have gone to bed by 10 p.m., right? Why did they die in the main house in front?"
"Unless there's a guest coming at that time, and this guest requires the old master and the old lady to receive him in the main house!"
Feng Pojun's eyes suddenly lit up. They had indeed not noticed this:
"Given the status of the Mu Mansion in Licheng and even Yun Province, there weren't many people that the old master and the old lady could personally receive at that time!"
Suddenly, a trace of fear flashed across Feng Pojun's eyes:
"Could it be that insider?"
Yang Qing smiled and said nothing. Suddenly, he walked straight to the west room. He saw something in his mental power!
Yang Qing walked to the door of the west room and reached out to touch the door frame. At this time, Feng Pojun's pupils shrank as he followed Yang Qing's hand. There was actually a crack on the door frame! Upon closer inspection, it didn't seem to be a crack!
Yang Qing slapped forward with his palm, and a burst of palm force suddenly gushed out!
A "clang" sound of metal falling to the ground was heard behind the door frame!
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