Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up from the ground, and it was so cold that the temperature in the air dropped. Dabao dodged the wind and saw countless shadows rising above the corpse.

After a while, there was a sound of orderly footsteps, which made people feel creepy in the silent mountain.

Dabao's hair stood on end as he watched the rows of lights and shadows arranged themselves, then disappeared after walking out of the door.

Could this be the so-called Yin soldiers? Dabao really opened his eyes this time.

As for the so-called ghost soldiers, Dabao remembered the incident of ghost soldiers in Luoyang in the 23rd year of Kaiyuan in the Tang Dynasty recorded in "Ji Wen·Luoyang Ghost Soldiers". According to records, at that time the Tang emperor was stationed in Tokyo Luoyang, and there were often noisy sounds of tens of thousands of armored soldiers and horses in the night sky, crossing the Luo River in batches every night. This scene lasted for many days, which made the emperor very annoyed, so he ordered the witch to find a way to dispel it.

The book says that in the underworld, there are hundreds of millions of ghosts who died unjustly. These ghosts were beheaded in the world of the living and went to hell, unable to reincarnate.

Because these ghosts were mostly soldiers on the battlefield, they were wild and ferocious and refused to be disciplined. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva had no choice but to issue an edict to the Ten Kings of Hell in the Underworld, appointing ghost soldiers to fight against demons and monsters. This could be considered a kind of resettlement, and only then did the Underworld become peaceful.

After a long time, there was no sound. Dabao wiped his forehead and broke out in a sweat.

What Dabao didn't know was that the reason these ghost soldiers ignored him and walked away was because Dabao was also a ghost. Rebirth was just a ghost driving away another ghost, but the essence remained unchanged.

Since we are all the same kind, why should we bother with him?

Dabao continued to walk inside. When he pushed open the third door, he was completely stunned.

I saw that the wide mountain belly was filled with golden sand. Fortunately, there was no light in the mountain belly. Dabao used his consciousness, so he was not blinded.

These golden sands are like real sand, piled up into a gold mountain. No one can tell how much gold there is here, but it can be piled up into a gold mountain, and there must be more than a hundred tons.

If this wealth was outside, Dabao would instantly become the richest man in Asia.

People are not immune to worldly desires. If one can remain calm in the face of so much gold, he is either a fool or an idiot.

Dabao's heart was beating wildly. He finally understood that all the books he had read that described treasures as gold, silver, jewels, antiques, calligraphy and paintings were pure bullshit.

The only treasure worth collecting is gold, which has been the standard for measuring wealth in the world since ancient times.

Dabao grabbed a handful of gold sand, spread out his palm, and let the gold sand slip through his fingers.

He suddenly felt that his life seemed to have no purpose. Dabao finally understood the meaning of the most pretentious words he had heard in his previous life: money is just a number to the rich.

Now gold has also made his future wealth become a number for him.

Dabao is not a miser. He always believes that money is only money if it is exchanged for things he likes and needs. Otherwise, what is the difference between it and waste paper?

Wouldn't it be foolish to sit there with hundreds of tons of gold and not spend it?

Dabao waved his hand, and wow! The sand was only missing a corner. He had never tried this before. In the past, when he put things into the space, he would wave his hands or snap his fingers, just to look cool.

In fact, it is just the mind that is collecting. Could it be that the space is also bowing to gold?

Dabao suddenly laughed. He realized that he had bowed his head for the gold, which was why his consciousness became so heavy.

He opened his arms, closed his eyes, and turned gently in a circle.

The golden mountain suddenly disappeared, and a golden mountain appeared in the courtyard.

Dabao felt relaxed all over, he was finally freed from the pressure of gold. Don't tell me, it feels so good to own a mountain of gold.

He searched inside and outside again, and it didn't take much effort. He just scanned it with his consciousness.

There was nothing left. Dabao had not found any record of this treasure house. The clothes on the corpse had long since turned to ashes, and there was no inscription on the gold sand.

This treasure house is really simple and crude, but Dabao has two guesses. There are only two origins of this treasure house. Such a huge fortune is definitely not the behavior of an individual or a family.

From ancient times to the present, even the corrupt official Heshen's wealth was less than one-third of this gold mountain. Who else could have such a large amount of money?

On the contrary, the thousand craftsmen were very common. After all, before the establishment of the new country, people were the least valuable.

Excluding individuals, only national actions remain. As one of the ninety-nine dragon veins in China, Changbai Mountain has a history of two ethnic minorities entering the Central Plains.

First, the Jurchens invaded the Central Plains, destroyed the Northern Song Dynasty, and plundered the country's wealth. After all, the economy of the Northern Song Dynasty was prosperous at that time, and so much gold and silver treasures were looted and lost their records.

There was also the Qing Dynasty's invasion of the Central Plains, which also plundered countless wealth and disappeared without a trace.

Dabao thought that this treasure house was just one of the two looted treasures, and now it was a bargain for him.

When Dabao came out to close the gate, he was still very proud and kept muttering, "Little braids, you invaded the Central Plains and did all kinds of bad things. Now I have got my things back, and nothing I do is too much."

The little white fox appeared out of nowhere and circled around Dabao's feet.

Dabao took back the Dongzhu, and the door creaked shut. This time, Dabao returned with a full load.

The little white fox led the way, and Dabao finally walked out of this once dangerous place. He looked at the vast Changbai Mountain and excitedly pumped his fist.

This matter was resolved successfully, but since we are here, shouldn’t we have some fun for a few days?

Dabao had a lot of fun in the next few days. He chased the Siberian tiger's butt and wrestled with the bear.

Anyway, he has killed all the first and second class protected animals designated by the country. I guess if he continues to act so arrogantly in a few decades, he won't even need to operate a sewing machine. People will just use machine guns to shoot him into a hornet's nest.

In his quadrangle, there were two skinned and boned golden tabby cats, four blind bears, twenty-eight sika deer, thirty-five silly roe deer, and twenty-one wild boars.

He was not satisfied with this, and under the guidance of the beastly little white fox, he swept through Changbai Mountain. He fought when he could and took back when he could. With his own strength, he made Changbai Mountain a mess.

He was having a great time here, but Taipingtun was in trouble.

On the threshing ground in front of the ancestral hall, a thin middle-aged soldier with a gloomy face sat in the middle, with a big horse and a golden sword. Behind him stood more than 30 fully armed soldiers in an orderly manner.

This middle-aged soldier, judging by the gold star on his collar badge, turned out to be a general.

On one side, Director Lin and Deputy Director Zhu stood straight with their heads lowered, not even daring to raise their heads.

Zhuang Qinghe and Tong Wensheng were able to sit aside, but they were suppressed by the general's aura and dared not even breathe...