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Yang Jing originally thought Luoyang was a big city, so he could buy almost everything here, including the diving equipment he needed most.

That Taoist temple has now been submerged in an area more than 100 meters below the level of the Xiaolangdi Reservoir. This depth is definitely considered deep water. If you want to go down, you must wear professional diving equipment.

But the fact is that this kind of professional full-dry deep-water diving suit is not easy to buy, even in Luoyang, there is no place to sell this kind of professional diving suit.

In desperation, Yang Jing could only call Guo Dabao with one phone call, asking him to hurry up and purchase a set of fully dry scuba capable of diving more than 100 meters in Yanjing, and then transport it by air express.

To this end, Yang Jing waited three days in Luoyang. As for Wang Dadi, I can only call and say sorry.

After the diving suit was sent to Yang Jin to sign for receipt, he threw the whole set of equipment into the storage space while no one was there.

This diving suit is not a heavy helmet-type diving suit. In fact, Guo Dabao once asked Yang Jing if he needed that diving suit, but Yang Jing did not agree.

The most important thing is that the diving equipment needs at least two people to wear it. Yang Jing is alone, how does he wear that diving suit. Besides, Yang Jing consulted on the holy ring. It is absolutely no problem to wear dry scuba equipment to dive more than 100 meters under the condition of the backfeeding skill protection. Moreover, because of the energy protection, as long as the energy is not exhausted, Yang Jing There is no need to worry about decompression sickness.

It is for these reasons that Yang Jing asked Guo Dabao to buy such a set of diving equipment.

When he returned to Wang Dadi's house, Yang Jing was surprised to find that the big carp kidnapper he bought from the old fisherman was still living freely in Wang Dadi's tank...

"Oh, my big brother, you are finally back! If you don't come back, my father really made this fish. My father was thinking about this fish three days ago... "As soon as we met, Wang Dadi was as if ordinary people had seen the Eighth Route Army. It was a passion.

Yang Jing was also a little embarrassed. He let Wang Dadi two pigeons in a row. This was something Yang Jing had never done before.

"Brother Dadi, I'm really sorry, I got stuck in something. No, as soon as the matter is resolved, I will be back immediately."

"No hurry, no hurry." Wang Dadi smiled happily.

Yang Jing took out two bottles of 1980's Wuliangye from the car, and said with a smile: "In order to make amends, I brought you two bottles of old wine. This wine is rare now. You will let the old man come over in a while. Let's make fish, and let the old man taste this wine by the way."

When Wang Dadi took the two bottles of wine and took a look, his eyes almost fell off. "Oh, big brother, this wine is old and expensive. Wuliangye made in 1980 is not worth tens of thousands of bottles now?"

"Hehe, isn't the wine for people to drink? Since I brought it, I have to kill these two bottles of wine today."

"Medium! This wine belongs to you, big brother, you have the final say." Wang Dadi said with a smile.

Wang Dadi's father is a fat old man in his sixties. If he only looks at this figure, he is an absolute cook. Isn’t there a saying, the head is big and the neck is thick, not a chef but a butcher.

This old man's figure, the standard cook figure...

The old man also saw the two bottles of wine that Yang Jing brought, so when he was cooking, it was a heart-to-heart.

Not to mention, this old man's craftsmanship is really not built, Wang Dadi this guy did not talk about it. With his old man's craftsmanship, it was really possible to be a chef in the Provincial Party Guest House in the early years.

Perhaps it was the excitement of the two bottles of wine. The old man cooked eight dishes in a row, each of which is a fine product. The most important thing is that these eight dishes are not only very authentic in color and fragrance, but the taste is also beautiful.

Speaking in the words of the old man arrogantly-the man also cooked for the secretary back then!

Eating a meal really makes a guest and host enjoy it. Yang Jing didn't drink much, and the two bottles of wine were almost poured in by Wang Dadi and his father. Anyway, after he was full, Wang Dadi could barely insist on giving Yang Jing the key to the speedboat. As for the old man, he had lain down on the bed long ago.

Yang Jing rented Wang Dadi's speedboat for five thousand yuan again for one night. The reason was that he wanted to go fishing at night with his friends and live in the ancient town opposite the reservoir at night. Wang Dadi himself was dumbfounded, and with fifty red one hundred yuan bills, he happily handed the key to Yang Jing.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, Yang Jing walked out of Wang Dadi's house. As soon as he left the house, he was shivered by the piercing north wind.

To say that today is indeed not a good day to enter the water, the weather yesterday was pretty good, but the north wind blew up at noon today. A cold current swiftly moved south from distant Siberia, and the freezing north wind brought a drop in temperature of more than ten degrees.

Tightening the neckline of his clothes, Yang Jing quickly walked to the dock. After finding Wang Dadi's speedboat, he used the key to unlock the wire lock of the speedboat. After it caught fire, he plunged into the dark Xiaolangdi Reservoir.

At about 9:30, Yang Jing sailed to the bottom of the raised rock, and after he tied the speedboat with a cable, he began to put on his diving suit.

At this time in winter, no one can be seen around at all. No one is stupidly out fishing or wandering around at this time, and Yang Jing is not worried that anyone will be able to see here.

After putting on the diving equipment, Yang Jing put on the diving mask, checked the tube connected to the compressed air bottle, and confirmed that there were no problems. Then he got the flippers on the boat, and he fell into the water from the boat gang when he leaned back. inside.

In fact, there is no difference between launching in the water during the day and launching at night in terms of the depth at which Yang Jing is about to dive. As far as the water quality of the reservoir is concerned, sunlight cannot penetrate too deep water, and you can hardly see anything at 100 meters underwater, so there is almost no difference between diving during the day and diving at night.

Not to mention that if you dive during the day, you still need to worry about being seen, so it might as well just dive at night.

As soon as the water entered, Yang Jing turned on the switch of the diving light, and two bright rays of light immediately shone from the top of his head and left shoulder, illuminating the dark water very brightly.

Several pieces of lead were tied to Yang Jing's body just to increase the dive. Because of the energy body, Yang Jing doesn't have to worry about diving sickness. Under the protection of energy, the pressure of several hundred meters has little effect on Yang Jing.

Yang Jing used the backfeeding skills, and then his body quickly descended under the action of the lead block, and the depth gauge on his wrist could also display the current depth in time.

Yang Jing had been here before the reservoir was filled, so he knew the topography of this place very well, and also knew that the depth here is actually terrifying. If you walk up to fifty meters inward from the raised boulder, the depth will drop to over one hundred meters.

In the area of ​​more than 20 meters underwater, Yang Jing can still see one, two or a small group of swimming fish from time to time, but when the depth exceeds 50 meters, the fish in the water will be rare. . When Yang Jing took about four minutes to land near the bottom of the lake, there was basically no tour except Songjia Village, which had been submerged for more than 20 years. Moving fish.

The buildings in Songjia Village are all more than 100 meters below the surface of the water. Within the range of the diving lights, these houses are quietly silent, as if they are talking silently.

The walls and roofs of many houses are covered with water plants. The water flow brought up by Yang Jing swimming over made these plants sway slightly, which at first glance looked like a female ghost.

Diving alone into this silent water bottom, to be honest, the courage will definitely be very, very scared. Yang Jing prides himself on being courageous, but in this environment, his heart beats involuntarily.

It is said that ghosts are not scary, but the scariest thing is actually scaring yourself. After all, Yang Jing has never experienced this kind of scene before, so even if he is very courageous, he still has some involuntary thoughts in this environment...

After slowly swimming through Songjia Village, the Dai-mei at the west end of the village appeared in the light.

Even after more than 20 years, this Taoist temple still has no change, it still looks like that. Like the houses in Songjia Village, they stood quietly in the water, seeming to be watching the vicissitudes of life in this world with cold eyes.

The appearance of the Taoist Temple made Yang Jing involuntarily speed up his kicks, and soon he swam into the Taoist Temple from the wall of the Taoist Temple.

After accurately identifying the West Wing on the west side, Yang Jing plunged into the gap between the West Wing and the rock wall, and the broken base of the stele quickly appeared in the light.

After swimming along the lights, Yang Jing realized that there was basically no change here. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, except for a lot of water weeds in many places, the base of the stele and the recessed niche were the same. It looks like more than twenty years.

After standing still underwater, Yang Jing did not feel that something was wrong, and then he began to prepare to deal with the inscription pedestal and opened the mechanism under the pedestal.

Yang Jing estimated that if the inscription on the pedestal still exists, that inscription should be the hub of the mechanism. But now the inscription has long been smashed, Yang Jing can only helplessly move his hands on the pedestal.

Pushing horizontally and pulling vertically, the pedestal did not move at all; Yang Jing tried to rotate the pedestal again, only to almost suffocate the shit, but the pedestal remained motionless.

This situation made Yang Jing a little bit blind. If it hadn't been for the perspective skills to tell him that under this broken base is an organ hub, Yang Jing would think he had made a mistake.

In desperation, Yang Jing tried to lift this pedestal. The pedestal is not connected to the rock below. Yang Jing buckled the soil beside the pedestal with his hands, and after messing up the surrounding water, he barely cut a gap.

Fingers of both hands clasped the gap, Yang Jing pressed his waist, and sure enough, the broken base began to sway, and the perspective skills that had been turned on clearly saw that the mechanism under the pedestal started to sway.

As the mechanism shook, the fine sand in the mechanism that had been filled with water began to slowly pour downwards, and at the same time, a dull "click" sounded. About five or six minutes later, after all the fine sand in the organ leaked, the niche on the opposite side suddenly "clicked", and then the rock wall in the niche began to slowly fall downward. .....

{Old iron, please remember}

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