800 Treasure (1/2)
One hundred years of life passed in a flash. Thinking about it carefully, what was the most important thing in life?
Health and happiness. Poverty or wealth, all would be well as long as one was happy. The poor might not be unhappy, and the rich might not be happy. People had to think openly and see things with a carefree mind.
In the evening, the autumn wind was cool. The old people in the village squatted at the head of the village to smoke cigarettes after eating.
At about 9 p.m., Wang Yao went to Nanshan Hill alone. The hill was quiet. There was only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.
In the herbal field, his dog didn't know where to go. An eagle was quietly sitting on a tree trunk. Its bright eyes were staring at Wang Yao. When he came closer, the eagle fluttered its wings a few times, which counted as a greeting.
”Great Master, where is San Xian?” Wang Yao asked.
Squawk! The eagle cried out. After a while, the dog came down from the hill.
”San Xian, where have you been?” Wang Yao smiled and touched the big dog's head.
Woof!
”Inspecting the hill?” Wang Yao asked.
Woof! Woof!
”Well, you can rest now,” Wang Yao said.
Later that night, there was a chanting sound on Nanshan Hill.
The next day, it rained again. For some reason, autumn rain didn't seem too annoying, no matter how much rainfall there was. It was also raining in a small county in Southern Yunnan thousands of miles away.
In a hotel in the small town, Miao Qingfeng and Zhao Yinghao stood by a window and looked out at their surroundings. There were many such small towns in the south.
Raindrops hit the window, making crisp sounds.
”I don't like this rainy day,” Zhao Yinghao said.
His face was still a little bruised, but it was much lighter than before. He suddenly coughed and quickly took out a tissue from his pocket to cover his mouth. He could see faint traces of blood.
”Haven't you recovered yet?” Miao Qingfeng asked.
”Almost,” Zhao Yinghao replied.
”I've said it more than once, more haste and less speed,” Miao Qingfeng said. ”Revenge can't be done in an instant. If you destroy your body, you will have nothing.”
”I've got it, Senior,” Zhao Yinghao said.
There was a knock on the door outside. Miao Qingfeng opened the door. A skilled man with a hooded hat entered the room.
”Why so mysterious?” Miao Qingfeng asked.
”Senior, I can't not be mysterious,” the man said. ”I think someone is spying on me.”
”What are you afraid of here?” Miao Qingfeng asked.
”They have guns,” said the man, who was tall and thin.
”Guns?” Miao Qingfeng was shocked.
”Yes, I've seen them in the jungle,' the man said. ”They're not local. They may not even be from the country.”
”What are they doing here?” Miao Qingfeng asked.
”I don't know,” the man replied.
Miao Qingfeng thought for a while and asked, ”Does Master know about it?”
”I told Master a long time ago, but he just asked us to pay attention and didn't say anything more,” the man said. ”As you know, our valley doesn't mind the outside business very much.”
”Alright, I see,” Miao Qingfeng said. ”Where is Taisui?”
”On the mountain,” the man said. ”I have made marks, and I've placed poisonous insects nearby. If something gets close, they will immediately attack.”
”Let's go and have a look,” Miao Qingfeng said.
”Now?” the man asked.
”Yes, now,” Miao Qingfeng said.
The three men braved the autumn rain and went up the mountain. The trees around the mountain were lush. After walking for a long time, they finally stopped in a low-lying terrain similar to the valley.
”Here it is.” The tall and thin man pointed to a place on the ground.
”How did you find it?” Miao Qingfeng asked.
”I didn't find it,” the man said. ”It was found by an herb farmer who went up the mountain, but he was not sure. He asked someone to come and see it. They knew what they were with one glance. They wanted to find someone to sell them at a good price. I just got the news. After seeing it, I knocked them all out, stole them, and buried them here.”
”No one was killed, right?” Miao Qingfeng asked.