I followed the direction of his finger and there was indeed a small shed on the side of the road.
"Roadside temple?"
"what is that?"
Roadside temples can be seen everywhere in the north, usually in the fields.
Someone offered sacrifices to their ancestors. There was a tablet in a small five-foot-six-inch house with the spiritual tablet of someone written on it.
There is another type of worship god.
All walks of life have their ancestors. For example, Tao Zi worshiped Guan Zhong.
No one would have thought that this famous figure through the ages was actually the founder of a brothel.
I'm curious as to who is worshiping on the roadside here.
When I bent down and took a look, I was immediately confused.
"Huh?" Xu Mo also made a sound of doubt: "Who is this worshiper?"
I stared at it for a while, then asked in disbelief: "Confucius?"
Although I have no education, you can see the sculptures of Confucius everywhere.
I was also a little confused, something was wrong.
Generally speaking, what is worshiped in the fields is related to the land.
The most common one is the statue of the goddess dressed in green and holding farm tools in her hands. This is Nuwa.
There is also a temple dedicated to the smiling old man, with four big characters written on the door beam: Fude Zheng Shen.
This is the land god.
Further south, there are still a few dedicated to Yue Fei and some dedicated to Hou Tu.
In short, every god worshiped is closely related to the land and seeks a good harvest.
How could a Confucius be worshiped here so easily?
Xu Mo knelt down and took a closer look, and touched the incense ashes with his hand: "Master. Look, this incense ashes are still very new. Someone should come here often to burn incense."
Yes, there are old and new incense ash.
The newly fallen incense ash is off-white and feels more delicate in the hand.
Ashes that have been used for a little longer will turn yellow and have a more grainy feel.
Xu Mo's judgment was correct, it should have been less than a day since the incense ashes fell.
I couldn't help but look around, wondering who would come here to offer incense?
Just when I was wondering, I suddenly saw a piece of yellow paper floating under the house.
I deal with this thing every day, and I can recognize it with my eyes closed.
Suddenly, an electric current flashed through my mind.
Old Master Kong will not only appear in scholarly places, he is also the founder of the funeral industry!
Of course, this sounds a bit ridiculous, but if you look carefully, there is a reason.
Confucius is the founder of Confucianism. When the word "ru" is broken down, it means "people" and "needs".
Meeting people's needs is the foundation of Confucianism.
The last item among human needs is "mourning".
Based on this, Master Kong became the founder of the funeral industry.
I couldn't help but rub my chin and whispered, "Let's walk to the top of the mountain."
Standing on the top of the mountain, I can almost take in the entire top of the mountain.
Xu Mo tilted his head and looked at it for a long time: "Master, didn't you find something wrong with this slope?"
"Huh? What's wrong?"
The baby's grave is entirely on a slope. If it weren't for those weird things, it would look no different from ordinary land.
Xu Mo kept shaking his head: "No, Master."
"You stand here and look at me."
We changed positions, and I took a closer look, and there was something wrong!
From Xu Mo's perspective, this land is more like a prism.
"Yin-condensing mirror!"
"What?"
I pointed to the land in front of me and whispered, "Did you see that corner?"
"Saw."
I picked up a dead branch from the ground and drew it on the ground casually: "Look for yourself, what does it look like?"
What appeared on the ground was not a simple prism, but a polygon.
A land should never look like this.
Unless it is done intentionally by humans.
Xu Mo whispered: "Like a prism."
"Yes! This is called the Yin Gathering Mirror!"
I seem to know why something always happens here.
The condenser mirror is based on a prism mirror.
After the prism mirror encounters sunlight, it will reflect without limit. In essence, it has become its own school by relying on light, forming an independent space.
From a certain point of view, as long as the sunshine lasts, this place is an excellent location for a balcony.
But the problem is, this prism is made of earth.
Not only does soil belong to Yin, but the deserted land that has been deserted all year round itself has become a place that absorbs Yin energy.
According to the original position of the prism mirror, the Yin Qi in it will continue to reflect, and finally form an environment with extremely heavy Yin Qi.
Xu Mo leaned close to his ear and whispered: "What did you see, master?"
"This place may be more troublesome than the Bai Family Courtyard. Let's retreat first."
Before leaving, I dug a hole in the ground and inserted a few dead branches into it as markers.
On the way back, I called Taozi first.
There is no good solution at the moment, so why not use one force to defeat all the tricks...
