The temple is lonely and closed, and the weeds still know how to avoid blood stains.
A pitiful defeat is not a war crime, but a strong sigh is only afraid of what others say.
The gallop was originally used in the Central Plains, and it can often be enjoyed by people from foreign lands.
I want to be like you, Zhou Ziyin, and kill Tong to soothe my loyal soul.
Outside Gubeikou, at the Yang Wudi Temple, a young man with simple clothes and a stout figure recited poems engraved on a stone tablet outside the temple in a low voice, with sincere admiration on his dark face.
Yang Wudi's real name is Yang Ye, that is, Yang Laolinggong, who is popular among the people. He was originally a famous general in the Later Han Dynasty. He was favored by Taizong after he surrendered to the Song Dynasty. Therefore, he was willing to die in repayment. He repeatedly performed extraordinary feats in the frontier fortress, which frightened people outside the country. He calls him "Yang Wudi" but dare not call him by his first name.
It is a pity that such a loyal and famous general was wiped out in the battle of Chenjiagu due to his incompetence and greed for merit. He was also captured by the Khitans due to injuries and exhaustion. He eventually went on a hunger strike for three days and died, leaving behind a loyal and loyal hero for the whole world. The name.
The author of this poem "Visiting Yang Wudi Temple" is also very famous, but it is Su Zhe and Su Ziyou, the great literary masters of this dynasty.
More than twenty years ago, Su Che went to Liao as an envoy to celebrate the birthday of the Lord of Liao. When passing through Gubeikou, he admired the Yang Wudi Temple and felt that the land under his feet belonged to the Central Plains in the Tang Dynasty, but now it has been reduced to Being in this state, I couldn't help but feel inexplicable sadness in my heart, and even more resentful that the Song Dynasty had no good generals to change the situation where the Song Dynasty was weak and the Liao Dynasty was bullied by others, so I wrote this poem to commemorate Yang Ye, a famous general who once stopped the children of Liao Dynasty from crying at night.
This young man had only a rough grasp of writing. Although he could read a poem, he seemed to have a vague understanding of its meaning.
But he admired Yang Laolinggong the most in his life, thinking that any poem that praised Yang Laolinggong would be a good poem.
However, what the young man did next was completely inconsistent with his respect for Yang Laolinggong.
This ancestral temple is not large in scale, and there are no temple blessings inside. However, nearby villagers come voluntarily to repair and clean it regularly and offer incense. At the moment, it is empty.
The young man pushed open the ajar door of the temple and stared directly at the several offerings placed on the altar table.
In this rural place, even though everyone admired Mr. Yang, they couldn't usually afford wine and meat. A few trays only contained some fresh fruits and pasta.
Because they had only been put up a short time ago, these offerings had not spoiled yet, so they seemed particularly attractive in the eyes of this young man.
He looked around guiltily, then bowed down to the statue of Yang Laolinggong behind the altar, and murmured in a low voice:
"Old Ling Gong, you were willing to die in order to repay the kindness of the king. Now the villain Qiu Wu is also going to fight against the thieves to repay the kindness. We are all like-minded.
"It's just that I'm hungry now, and I'm afraid that I can't wield my sword to kill the thief, so I took the liberty to come here to borrow some offerings from you to satisfy my hunger. Please don't be offended, Mr. Lord."
After saying that, he raised his head to look at the solemn statue, kowtowed again and said: "Since the old master did not show up to stop me, he agreed to my request. I would like to thank you in advance!"
After kowtowing, the young man who called himself "Qiu Wu" felt at ease. He stood up and rushed forward to grab the offerings. He moved his bow from left to right and kept bringing them to his mouth. In just a moment, all the offering plates were emptied.
After rubbing his stomach, which felt swollen for the first time in these days, Qiu Wu bowed to the statue again, reached out and untied a long baggage from behind, and opened it to reveal a sheathed long knife about four feet from end to end.
He grabbed the beautiful old scabbard with his left hand, and held the cylindrical handle wrapped with leather in his right hand. With a clear and melodious clang, a section of the blade, as bright as autumn water, popped out of the scabbard.
The straight shape of the long sword with a wide blade has a simple and simple beauty in the ancient style. The glistening blade exudes a cold air that lacks human muscles and bones, causing the temperature of the entire temple to drop a lot.
Qiu Wu held this sword in his hand, which was obviously extraordinary, and prayed to the statue.
I don’t know if it was because of his full stomach, but his voice was raised a bit this time, and his tone was sonorous and powerful:
"Old Ling Gong, I lived here last year and had no food or clothing because I ran out of money. Fortunately, the old man Liu who sold tea in the former village was kind enough to give me a full meal, so I didn't starve to death on the street.
"Although Qiu Wu is a martial artist, he also knows that a drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring of water, so this year he brought a few taels of silver that he finally saved to thank his benefactor.
"Unexpectedly, when the villain arrived at the place, he found out that because Old Man Liu could not pay the money and food distributed by the bandits in Crouching Tiger Mountain, his entire family of five was massacred.
"The villain has spent all his money to take care of Old Man Liu's family's affairs. The only thing left is to risk his life and go to Crouching Tiger Mountain to repay the blood debt of his benefactor.
"At this moment, Qiu Wu is standing in front of Old Linggong and swears by the blood of the 'Morning Dew Sword' passed down from his family. If he cannot kill all the thieves, he will no longer be able to stand between heaven and earth!"
After saying that, the blade of the long knife was lightly dragged on the palm of his left palm, and a wound was immediately cut, and blood immediately poured out.
He held the knife in his right hand and hung it by his side. His left hand, which was bleeding all over, was wiped horizontally on his mouth and nose, and the lower half of his face was suddenly blood red.
A young man with a kind and honest face suddenly became like a demon crawling out of hell.
While the palm was bleeding, there was also a trace of blood on the blade of the long knife.
As he tilted the long knife down, a wisp of blood actually moved downwards along the blade like a living thing, converging into a bean-sized drop of blood at the tip, which silently dripped onto the ground.
And the blade of the long knife has returned to the sparkling finish it had when it was just taken out of the sheath.
Qiu Wu sheathed the sword, tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, and wrapped it around the wound. Then he put the long sword on his back and walked out of the temple without hesitation.
But in the short time between when he entered the temple and when he left the temple, God had changed his face. The sunny day turned into dark clouds, and then it started to rain continuously.
Qiu Wu walked calmly without any hesitation, and soon disappeared into the misty drizzle that spread like smoke between the sky and the earth.
Just after Qiu Wu left the temple and walked away, a young Taoist priest with a round face and a light body walked out of the temple that he thought was empty.
He stood at the temple gate and looked into the distance, but his eyes seemed to be able to see through the endless rain and fog. When he saw Qiu Wu walking further and further ahead, he showed some approval on his face and laughed softly:
"I didn't expect that when I first came to the noble land, I would meet such an interesting little guy. However, Qiu Wu... Zhaolu Baodao... the name of the person and the name of the sword seem familiar. Let's forget it for now, anyway, there are more and more good people in this world. The rarer it is, it’s rare to meet one today, so we can’t let him die easily.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist walked out of the temple gate and walked into the drizzle filling the space between heaven and earth.
It's just that there seems to be a strange force field covering his body. No matter which direction the raindrops are coming from, as long as they get within an inch of his body, they will immediately bend and fall straight to the ground. It won't get wet at all.
