Chapter 8 Wuxian Lingguan Temple 2[!]

The ravines around Xiushui Village are cool and humid all year round, and there is no sunshine all day long. Because the terrain is like a large python, the locals call it Mangshan. Legend has it that in this mountain steamed bun, there are still a group of evil spirits who love to skin people. They are in twos and threes. They have nothing to do during the day and move at night. The whole forest is miserable, full of floating green lanterns, and occasionally there are one or two inhuman screams, swords, and fighting. Moreover, this group of evil spirits often come out of mountain steamed buns to harass the village. It is said that in those days, several families were inexplicably skinned by them, leaving only a red and bloody man, rolling on the ground, but he could not die for a while. The scene was miserable. Ouch, don't mention it. By the next day, the skins of those people were hung on the big tree, which was extremely horrible.

Just as the mountain people here were unbearable and preparing to move the whole village, there was an old Taoist priest with a white beard from outside the mountain. The Taoist priest looked at it and went to the mountain to explore it in person. He said that the mountain steamed buns were famous. It was a battlefield of the Ming army and the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasties in those years. Thousands of people were slaughtered by the Qing soldiers, so that The resentment will not dissipate, the more it accumulates, and it will harm people to a certain extent. However, there are too many ghosts. He can't beat four hands with two fists alone. If he forcibly subdued them, he didn't clean them up, but cleaned them up by himself. After thinking about it for a few days, the old Taoist priest asked the villagers to build a 'Five-Hianlingguan Temple' in the ravine, saying that as long as the yin soldiers in the ravine could enjoy the worship of the mountain people, they would not go out of the valley. And these five spiritual officials are the five great loyal ministers of the Song Dynasty. They have great righteousness. They put their statues here. They can suppress this group of yin soldiers and make them press the gods on their heads. They have scruples and dare not be too presumptuous.

Coincidentally, after the Wuxian Lingguan Temple was built according to the Taoist priest's method, the evil spirits in Mangshan Mountain really no longer come out of the valley. And the Taoist priest left Xiushui Village unconsciously on the night when the temple was built. From then on, he no longer knew where he was. For a moment, the villagers said that the old Taoist priest was a fairy who came down to save the villagers.

So far, the five spiritual official temples have become spiritual temples in the eyes of the mountain people. From time to time, villagers come here to worship, and the New Year's festival is even more lively. Although the evil spirits in the ravine no longer come out, they are not very peaceful in the chaotic graves of which generation outside the ravine, but the harm is not great. Therefore, the villagers were completely relieved, but the misty hinterland of the ravines all day long has become a forbidden area for the mountain people.

Of course, I'm not afraid of heaven and earth. I'm only afraid that the four little guys of my mother are bolder than the water tank. Naturally, they will not be scared back by these unfounded legends.

The more you go up, the tighter the wind roars. The first-level bluestone ladder has obviously had many potholes and potholes because of perennial disrepair, just like the face of Xiao Mazi's father. What's more, it breaks from the middle, one end sticks to the ground, and the other end hangs on the slope. If anyone accidentally steps on it, the designated head will break the blood. Fortunately, two full kerosene lamps came in handy, and four people crossed a lot of dangerous places. By 12:40, they finally came to the foot of the Wuxian Lingguan Temple.

Looking around, this gloomy temple is built on the mountain. The deserted walls on all sides are dilapidated. The dark eaves are covered with spider webs, rounding up the temples, as if to protect them from the wind and rain.

"I haven't come to play for almost two years. Unexpectedly, a good Bodhisattva temple has been ruined like this!" Looking at the wormwood and weeds around him, Liu Dashao sighed.

"I said there are few dogs, please, this is the Lingguan Temple, okay! Where did the Bodhisattva come from? Fortunately, you still went to school. Next time you enter the town, don't say that I know you. Don't lose the face of me and my father as the village head!" Tian Guoqiang said in a strong dialect.

"Cut..." Liu Dashao pulled a long voice disdainfully: "Don't hang your father in your mouth all day long. It's none of your father's business to talk. Fortunately, it's the village head. If it's the county magistrate, the governor, the sky of our Xiushui Village, I guess he can make a hole in you."

As soon as he said this, Xiao Mazi and the dog egg laughed, and Tian Guoqiang blushed and said nothing. When Liu Dashao walked into the temple, he cursed in a low voice: "Dead!"

The wind is blowing, and the joints of human bones are sour. The temple was a little broken, but the two doors were not broken. They were closed later to block the wind. Thinking of this, Liu Da Shao stood up straight, kicked his legs out of thin air, and stretched his numb limbs. He looked up at the plaque on the temple.

On the plaque, the words "Five Spiritual Official Temple" are extremely abrupt. The word is a thin gold body. I don't know whether it is to exorcise evil spirits or look good. These big words are coated with a thick layer of cinnabar, winding under the dim kerosene lamp, bloody, but there is an indescribable sense of strangeness in the night.

Liu Dashao picked up the stairs and pushed open the temple door that was blown away by the wind. This temple still has some incense during the day, but it looks deserted at night. Obviously, the statues have been painted, and the railings have been painted with vermilion paint. The paint color is still bright, but now it seems that everything is a little strange.

Two apples and a plate of bacon were piled up on the table as an offering. A pair of red candles were burning vigorously, reflecting the five spiritual officials in the shrine, as if they were roaring, but only the wind outside the temple was heard, but the temple was so quiet. The five osstral officials were originally five loyal ministers sealed by Zhao Gou, Emperor Gaozong of the Song Dynasty, but at this moment, the five osstral officers in this temple were not wearing the big red court uniform of the second grade, but dressed in ragged clothes, blue-faced tusks, and dark support, which almost made Liu Dashao mistakenly think that he had accidentally walked into the Yanluo Hall.

"Less dogs, this place is scary!" The little putter that had just reached into one foot happened to be tripped by the stone statue at the gate of the temple. When he got up and saw the five spiritual officers who were looking at him with ferocious eyes, he suddenly gave a terrible ouch, and his chest almost jumped out of his chest.

"Are you afraid?" Liu Dashao only felt funny: "There's nothing to be afraid of. It's all a bunch of mud, occupying the field for nothing."

He glanced at the five mud statues and muttered, "I know that those who are hungry have no food to eat, but you don't know that you are hungry, but there are always someone to deliver food." After saying that, he shook his head, grabbed an apple on the table, and took it. This apple is not small. It has a crack. It is probably grown by the village. Although it's a small piece, it's nothing for the children in the village.

Liu Da Shao wiped the apple on his dirty clothes (in fact, it's better not to wipe it. This apple is much cleaner than his clothes.) Regardless of it, he nibbled a gap and felt sour and sweet. He grinned and put it in his arms.

"Hey, little dog, don't hurt others and yourself. Put the apples back. The old people in the village all say that these five spiritual officials are very effective, and they will respond to their request!" Tian Guoqiang scolded. As he spoke, he pulled out three leftover sandalwood from the incense case under the statue, pretended to worship three times, and then inserted them into the dust of the copper furnace.