Chapter 276 Kaihua Loquat

Overview of the world, the top eight West Lakes are said to be: Hangzhou West Lake, Yingzhou West Lake, Huizhou West Lake, Guilin West Lake, Beijing West Lake, Fuzhou West Lake, Yangzhou Slender West Lake, Nanchang West Lake. These eight West Lakes are also known as the Eight Sons of West Lake, which is really the most beautiful scenery.

In fact, the beautiful scenery of the West Lake in Fuzhou has been famous in ancient times. Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "He Groom · Three Mountains and Rain in the West Lake": "The misty rain is better and sunny, about Xi Shi is unmarried." The poetry and painting in it is the beautiful scenery of the West Lake in Fuzhou. Walking on the bank of the West Lake in Fuzhou, you can also feel the fun of Su Dongpo's pen "the water is beautiful and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy."

Zhang Ping walked slowly through the gate of West Hunan Lake and saw the long embankment lying on the waves, the peach blossoms were burning, the weeping willows were on the shore, the breeze came slowly, and the water waves were not popular. The flowers on Kaihua Island are like brocade, and the ancient banyan is like a cover, which is hidden in the hall, Kaihua Temple and other historical sites. Following the long embankment, Zhang Pingxin walked to Kaihua Temple.

The ancient temple in front of us is obviously old enough, but it is strange that there are not many tourists. Although Kaihua Temple is called a temple, it is now just a place to enjoy flowers in the West Lake Park. There are no common scenes of temples such as Buddha statues, monks, high candles and cigarettes. After Zhang Ping turned around, he didn't find anything special. He just felt that this ancient temple was indeed ancient. In some places, the yin qi felt very heavy, and there was an indescribable smell.

After I came out, I saw a tour group coming over. After a few casual words, the leading tour guide told the tourists to move freely, and then set out for the next scenic spot. It seemed that the status of Kaihua Temple in the eyes of these tour guides was not very good. Zhang Ping asked the guide curiously. At first, the tour guide was not enthusiastic, but just perfunctory. However, when Zhang Ping said that there was a gloomy feeling in the temple, the tour guide couldn't help breathing coldly and said, "You, do you really have this feeling?" There was some trembling in his voice, and he was a little scared.

Zhang Ping asked again and again, and the tour guide said reluctantly, "This Kaihua Temple is haunted.

West Lake Kaihua Temple and a loquat tree next to it ~ ghost ~ afraid! As our tour guides know, this Kaihua Temple has often been haunted for decades. At 6 p.m., you will see the iron gate. The iron gate and the gate must be locked.

In the past, it was useless to often ask a mage to recite scriptures. After 12 p.m., you can often hear the crying of female ghosts and all kinds of strange sounds transmitted from it. The staff in the West Lake often see these ghosts, as everyone knows!"

After the guide told the haunted story, he turned his head and looked at a big tree next to the ancient temple and whispered, "Did you see that big tree? That loquat tree is also an unclean place. Many old people know this place. If you see a pregnant woman or a newly born child under the tree, they will be asked to leave quickly! It's weird! So our tour guides don't stay here much.

Zhang Ping couldn't help asking curiously why it was haunted. Is there any allusion?

The tour guide stopped talking, but after being handed over a banknote by Zhang Ping, he opened the chat box again: "A long time ago (I don't know which dynasty it is), when a local official in Fuzhou came to the temple one day, he was hungry and ate a bowl of noodles in the temple. The taste of this bowl of noodles was extremely delicious. The official asked the palm of the temple. How does the master of the spoon make it? The master said it was just some simple mushrooms, vegetarian food.

The official returned to his home and asked his cook to cook noodles according to the ingredients mentioned in the temple, but the taste was much worse. The official was very angry and said that the noodles made by a chef in the government were not as delicious as those in the temple. How can this work? So I said to the cook, if you don't learn this craft, I'll fire you.

The cook had no choice but to ask a thief for help and go to the temple to peek at the process of cooking noodles. The thief climbed on the roof, lifted the tiles and peeked at the whole process. As a result, he turned pale with fear. He told the cook that they used fly maggots to make a pot of soup first, then pour out the maggots and use soup to cook noodles. The cook was also very scared when he heard about it and reported it to the officials.

After hearing this, the official was furious and said that the temple dared to give him maggots. In anger, he killed all the monks in the temple.

After listening to it, Zhang Ping was quite disapproving. If so, how could there be a female ghost's voice? It should be the voice of a monk.

The tour guide smiled and said, "Sir, you're right. In fact, there is another legend about this Kaihua Temple.

Mr. Zheng Xiaoyu (1863-1946, Zheng Xiaoxu's younger brother) has a cousin, who is virtuous and beautiful. This woman's father is very strict about choosing a son-in-law. At the age of 20, she was not married. In that era, she was an older young woman. One day when she saw Mr. Zheng, she secretly agreed. The two families were about to get married, but God was jealous of the beauty. It didn't take long for the woman to die!

Her family temporarily installed her coffin in the Kaihua Temple in West Lake. Mr. Zheng Xiaoqi prepared flowers and fruits every day to pay tribute to his fiancee. After a few months, he couldn't sleep, and he was so thin! It is said that at that time, in front of the Baiyun Hall where the coffin was parked in the temple, Mr. Zheng Xiaoyu saw a beautiful woman with light makeup wandering in the temple. As soon as she wanted to see clearly, she disappeared. He asked the monks in the temple, but they said they didn't see..."

After hearing this, Zhang Ping sighed that Mr. Zheng is indeed a seed of infatuation. I don't know what will happen after that?

The guide said again, "Later, his relatives and friends advised him to go out for a walk. Before he left, he took wine and food to the Kaihua Temple to pay tribute, and wrote a poem on the wall of the temple and cried. The poem said: 'The broken cloud is traceless, and it is easy to faint in the day. Mountain hazy leaves and yellow words, water flowers thin daughter's soul. At the top, he listened to Fa Yiqing, and he looked for poems to brush the bad wall every day. Who can't do it for the sake of staying? You are too gentle.'

Nineteen years later, the husband was still not married. He returned to Fuzhou from other places and came to Kaihua Temple. The coffin had not been buried yet. He wrote another poem: 'I once heard that the common fate was Pinjia, a tree flower; the seven-character poem is still a raccoon wall, and the return of the guest in the past twenty years has no home. Yuanfeng Qidai's eyebrows are like words, and the old things have become dust and eyes are about to cover them; only the waves of the lake are endless, shining on people's green temples and frost.

Later, after reading these two poems, some people felt that they were really good. They were comparable to the three mourning poems of the Tang Dynasty poet Yuan Zhen, so they used the two poems to be engthesized on the blue stone tablet and stood in the temple. It is said that this monument still existed at the beginning of liberation. After the revolution, it disappeared.

Zhang Ping admired Mr. Zheng's infatuation and sighed repeatedly, but he said with some regret, "Since there is such a loyal love story, why not make this place a tourist attraction? According to reason, this legendary story is also a good selling point."

The tour guide laughed and said in a fuss, "But don't forget that it's not very clean here. Not to mention anything else, but talking about the loquat tree and haunted rumors, how dare anyone come? If you can't do it, the government officials don't dare. They are more concerned about feng shui and so on. I'm afraid I don't dare to borrow the courage of them."

Zhang Ping laughed. At this time, the tourists of the tour group came back one after another. The tour guide said goodbye to Zhang Ping and took the people of the tour group away. Zhang Ping looked at their backs, and then at the Kaihua Temple in the shadow of the ancient tree and the loquat tree standing beside him. He couldn't help but be interested. Regardless of the guide's warning, he walked straight to the loquat tree and looked up at the big tree carefully.

This loquat tree has obviously been around for a long time, with luxuriant branches and leaves. Although it is only an early spring climate, there are a few small fruits hanging on the dense leaves. Zhang Ping's heart moved. He saw that no one paid attention to it. Suddenly, he held the trunk of the tree and jumped up to the loquat tree. When I came down, I had three more yellow orange loquat fruits in my hand.

Zhang Ping played loquat fruit for a while and walked to the snack stall outside. What is sold here are Fuzhou's unique snacks: Fuzhou fish balls and Taiping swallows, squill cakes and so on. After eating and drinking enough, I returned to the hotel, washed the three loquat fruits and put them on the table.

Zhang Ping picked up a loquat fruit, peeled it and took a bite. It was instantly chilled into the bone, and the coldness was refreshing. Zhang Ping couldn't help taking a breath of cold air. He had expected that this little loquat fruit might be a little strange, but he didn't expect it to be so cold.

However, this cold meaning is nothing to Zhang Ping. Zhang Ping did not stop, directly stuffed the whole fruit into his mouth, forced himself to endure the cold and swallowed it into his stomach. In a short time, it was already cold in my stomach, and it was extremely cold. Zhang Ping secretly transported the true power of the stars to resolve this cold power. After three turns, the body returned to normal, and the chill has been resolved, but it is not the same as the previous situation of resolving the holy water. It seems that this chill has no big effect on him.

Zhang Ping had to receive the two loquat fruits from the Qingluo ring, and thought to himself: No wonder they all said that the loquat tree was strange. It seems that the rumor is not false. This little loquat fruit is so cold, and the big tree is naturally more gloomy and terrible. I'm afraid there is anything strange inside. If there is a chance, I want to see it. And the Kaihua Temple is said to be haunted. I'm afraid there is another mystery about the fact. I don't need to find out at night.

On the first day of coming to Fuzhou, he encountered such a strange thing. Zhang Ping was unconsciously curious about this trip to Fuzhou. What will he gain this time? Zhang Ping was unconsciously sleepy. Although it was still noon, he fell asleep with a trace of expectation.

In the dream, Zhang Ping walked on a flower path, and the flowers on both sides filled with a seductive fragrance. As I walked, suddenly there were a few beautiful fairies playing in front of me. Zhang Ping quickly greeted him, and the fairies' faces were like peach blossoms, with wonderful appearance and charming colors, which made Zhang Ping's heart flutter. There are also a few gorgeous fairies who spend the Wushan cloud rain with Zhang Ping!