The Invincible Player of Survival in the Wilderness

Just as Lin Feng and the three stood on the path and looked into the courtyard, the door of a house opposite Lin Youfu's house suddenly opened, and a hunched old grandma came out.

The three of them already knew at this time that the people in this village were all normal people, but they were all older people, so they all looked depressed.

After the old man walked out of the house, he stood in the courtyard with a stick and looked at Lin Feng and the others without moving.

Although he knew that the old man was just an ordinary person, Lin Feng and the others felt a little nervous when they were looked at like this.

So the three of them discussed in low voices and decided to avoid it for a while.After all, it is not suitable for people who want to climb over the wall and enter the courtyard.

Finally, after observing the following, Chen Fusheng glanced at Lin Feng and Situ San calmly, then walked around the courtyard wall to the back of Lin Youfu's house, and then climbed inside.

Once Lin Youfu died, the house was considered deserted. After Lin Feng and the others went inside, they found that the doors of the house were not locked and were all open.

As soon as the three of them stepped into the main room, a musty smell came over them, causing Lin Feng and the others to quickly cover their mouths and noses.

Lin Youfu's house only had a few tattered pieces of furniture, all of which were moldy and covered with moss.The bed board was also bare, presumably because the bedding was also taken out and burned after the person died.

There were only a few things in the room, and they could see them all at a glance. Lin Feng and the others found nothing, so they turned around and went out to check other rooms.

As soon as he went out, Lin Feng saw a small room with exactly the same layout as Lin Danzi's house on the opposite side of the main house. He didn't know if it was used for enshrining memorial tablets.

Lin Feng walked over and found that the door was not locked. He pushed it hard and then pushed it open.

Text Chapter 530: An Old Book

The layout of the hut was exactly the same as the one in Lin Danzi's house. There was only a small wooden table in the empty room, and there was also a memorial tablet on it, but it had been dumped on the table and covered with a thick layer of dust.Baidu search "", watch for free

It seems that no one has paid attention to this tablet for many years, and even the writing on it has been peeled off, so I don't know what was originally written on it.

"It's really strange. Could it be that there is a special custom in this village that a small house is specially built to enshrine the spiritual tablet?"

At this time Lin Feng saw that Chen Fusheng also followed in, so he said a little strangely.

"It's possible. Lin Danzi's family is like this, and Lin Youfu's family is also like this. This may be their special custom." Chen Fusheng swept his eyes around and said, "When they migrated here at the beginning, they should all have the same surname. People of the same family, so every household enshrines the tablets of the ancestors, which is normal."

Although what Chen Fusheng said is reasonable, is this really the case? Lin Feng kept thinking in his heart.Judging from Lin Danzi's words, this village is just a little more remote and has a longer history.

But in fact, it was just that their ancestors migrated here at will on a whim or for other reasons. There is really no special reason here.

Lin Feng didn't think so, but he didn't find anything special so far, so he couldn't draw a conclusion.

"Let's go, look elsewhere." Seeing that he found nothing, Lin Feng suggested.

The three of them walked out of the room one by one, but when Chen Fusheng was about to go out, he suddenly looked back into the room, and then seemed to find something dead, turned around suddenly, and walked back again.

Lin Feng and Situ San stopped immediately, not knowing what Chen Fusheng was going to do.

Chen Fusheng walked back to the table, squatted down slowly, and scraped the ground with his hands for a while, only to find a torn book used to pad the corner of the table from the thick dust.

Lin Feng estimated that the book was old and bound with thread.

Chen Fusheng picked up the book, patted the dust on the thread, and now the three of them could see clearly.

It was not a printed book, but a handwritten book.The cover of the book was very tattered, and there was nothing written on it, so it was impossible to tell what kind of book it was.

"This book is some years old, at least decades." Chen Fusheng flipped the pages of the book lightly and said.

"What book is this?"

Lin Feng suddenly remembered that Lin Danzi had said before that Lin Youfu was one of the few people in the village who had read books, so it seemed normal to have books at home.

Chen Fusheng didn't answer Lin Feng, but quietly flipped through a few pages, then turned his head to look at Lin Feng and Situ San, and closed the book with a "snap".

"What's wrong"

Lin Feng saw that Chen Fusheng had a weird look on his face, so he couldn't help asking.

"This..." Chen Fusheng paused, and said slowly, "This is a book I wrote."

"What book did you write"

Lin Feng was shocked when he heard this answer.So he quickly took the book in Chen Fusheng's hand and flipped through it.

He found that the characters in this book were all hand-copied traditional characters, and they were all ancient Chinese, so he couldn't understand at all, so he said suspiciously, "You really wrote this book, didn't you say you have never been to this place?"

After Lin Feng finished speaking, he looked at Chen Fusheng suspiciously.

"No, I think you misunderstood. I said I wrote it, not what you understand." Chen Fusheng paused, and said, "I mean, I wrote the content of this book, but this book But I don’t know which posterity copied it.”

"Oh, you mean, you are the original author"

"That's right, that's what it means." Chen Fusheng nodded, suddenly stepped over Lin Feng and Situ San, walked outside the door, looked into the village, and said with a slight smile, "No wonder I felt the layout of this village was so familiar from the beginning , if I had migrated here with my tribe back then, I would definitely have built the village according to this pattern."

"The reason why they cultivate like this is that someone read my book."

"Uh..." Lin Feng suddenly felt a little ridiculous, and asked, "When did you write this book?"

"It's been a long time ago, I can't remember."

Chen Fusheng turned his head, smiled lightly, and stopped talking.

Lin Feng thought for a while, and felt that this book should be written by Chen Fusheng, who appeared earlier in history. The content above is basically related to the things alchemists did, such as alchemy, formations and the like.

And this fellow had taken in a lot of students at the beginning, so it was impossible to teach one by one, and he could only write down some experience and so on, and leave it for the disciples and grandchildren to observe and learn.

This kind of book is precisely because it is written about personal practice and experience, so it is basically impossible for someone to write another one that is exactly the same.

That's why Chen Fusheng concluded that this is the book he wrote.