Xu Dong finally accepted the fact that he was dead.
Looking at the old mother who was in tears, and then looking at the elder brother who was looking at him with a look of hatred, a look of pain, annoyance and shame suddenly appeared on his face.
Wine, is it really not a good thing?
Probably out of remorse.
Xu Dong, my mother and my eldest brother had a lot of heartfelt words. He said how ignorant he was in the past, where he hid all his private money, said not to stop his wife if she wanted to remarry, asked her elder brother to help take care of her child, and asked him to study hard, etc.
After Li Jianmei cried, she calmed down and looked at her son whose personality had changed drastically with complicated eyes, feeling relieved and sad.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
At this time, Chen Jingle appeared again: "Are you finished?"
The three of them looked at this mysterious man who couldn't see his true face. They all subconsciously moved their lips, but they didn't know how to answer.
Xu Dong was trembling all over, looking at his old mother with reluctance and despair.
The moment of separation has finally arrived.
It is said that the mother is worried when her son travels a thousand miles, and it is not only a thousand miles, but also goes to the underworld.
Li Jianmei couldn't help crying again.
Kneel down and kowtow: "Thank you very much, Lord Cheng Huang, for allowing me to meet my youngest son. However, my eldest son must not go with him. The family still needs him to make money to support the family. If you want to take him, just take me with you." .”
Chen Jingle shook his head, and used his magic power to lift him up: "Don't worry, this is your dream, not some underworld. As for Xu Dong, even if I don't take him away, he won't be able to keep him, unless he becomes Li Wei. Do you hope Has he become a very evil person?"
Li Jianmei was speechless, but she was secretly relieved after hearing that she and her eldest son would not be taken away.
Chen Jingle added: "Xu Dong's body has been recovered. It is estimated that someone will contact you next to discuss compensation and so on. This is your own business."
"understand……"
Several people nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice.
Seeing this, Chen Jingle nodded and waved, his dream shattered and he returned to reality.
On the side of Goddess Zhang, she was surprised and confused when she saw Li Jianmei and her son suddenly falling into a deep sleep. At this moment, I saw the two of them slowly opening their eyes, and hurriedly asked: "How are you doing? Have you seen them?"
"Um……"
Li Jianmei was startled at first. She recalled what had just happened and it was deeply engraved in her mind. It had no sense of illusion like an ordinary dream. She and her eldest son looked at each other, and both saw the shock in the other's eyes.
Then he narrated what happened in the dream.
"Is the City God so easy to talk to?"
Grandma Zhang was stunned.
What the two people in front of her said could be said to subvert her inherent impression of the City God.
According to the saying passed down from her lineage, although the City God is fair, he still gives people a feeling of being powerful and domineering and cannot be offended. When ordinary people see this, even if they have not committed any crime, they will feel fear and be cautious in their words and deeds.
But judging from Li Jianmei's words, this City God is extremely friendly. Although he doesn't show his true face to others, well, it may be that gods cannot be looked at directly.
It's really not the same anyway.
"Could it be that something unexpected happened in the middle?"
This is what Zhang Shenpo can't understand.
However, I am very happy that the complaint was successful, not only to help Li Jianmei's family, but also to confirm his lineage of magic, and to confirm that the Underworld Division is indeed still alive.
…
Xu Dong was unfortunate and lost his life at a young age.
At the same time, he was lucky. Compared with many people who died suddenly, at least he had the opportunity to talk to his family before he left.
After sending Xu Dong away, Chen Jingle came to the construction site again.
"It's time to deal with Dead Man's Cove!"
If this place remains, it will only be a disaster.
However, when I glanced below, I found that where Xu Dong was salvaged, in addition to the construction site personnel, there were also many brave villagers who came to watch the excitement.
Chen Jingle frowned.
Not far away, a stooped old man with almost all his teeth supported the big tree and shook his head and sighed: "Another death, I told you, that place is so evil that only outsiders dare to approach it. "
Chen Jingle thought and walked to the old man's side.
"Old man, what do you say?"
The old man looked at this young man who appeared out of nowhere and subconsciously asked, "What do you say?"
Chen Jingle: "It's what you said just now. That place is terribly evil. I want to know more about it."
The old man looked at him and felt that he didn't look like a bad guy, so he asked, "Isn't this young man from here?"
Chen Jingle smiled honestly: "My name is Chen Chunming, from Orange County. I usually like to write articles and stories. This time I went out to collect stories. Collection means walking around, seeing all kinds of things in the world, and collecting story materials."
"What a great writer." The old man suddenly realized, with admiration on his face.
"Don't dare, I'm just making a living. Just now you said that place is evil? What kind of evil method is it?"
Chen Jingle took out a cigarette and handed it over.
Don't get me wrong, he doesn't smoke. He's from the contractor at the nearby construction site. He's soft.
As for why he and the contractor had never met face to face, but the other party's cigarettes ended up in his hands, that's something he has to ask himself.
Ah, so is the lighter.
"What a smoke."
The old man took a puff of cigarette, smacked his lips, and then started telling a story.
"Actually, there was no such canal at the earliest. Later, the prefectural committee at that time reported it and the superiors approved it. Then the construction started in 1958 and was not completed until 60."
Chen Jingle nodded. He knew this, but did not interrupt.
"You young people may not know that it was really hard back then. As soon as I heard that the canal was to be built, every household in the village sent people to participate and even brought their own meals. Hundreds of thousands of people worked hard, and they all relied on hoes to dig. The shoulder poles and dung baskets were not as powerful as they are now, and there are all kinds of excavators and dump trucks.”
Speaking of those years, an indescribably complicated look appeared on the old man's face.
Chen Jingle was curious: "Uncle, are you also participating?"
"Hey, that's for sure!" The old man looked proud.
Chen Jinngle immediately showed an expression of admiration and handed over another cigarette.
The old man put his cigarette on his ear and continued: "The canal was built later, and everyone was very happy. Finally, water came, and we were no longer afraid of drought.
But suddenly one day, a floating corpse floated upstream from nowhere, frightening everyone. Later, there were even more people, old people, children, young people, all piled up there. We also have people who accidentally fall down and can't get up.
Seeing that this was not a solution, everyone said, how about pooling money to build a temple and fill the town.
Later, the temple was built, and the Fubo Temple was built. Well, it used to be the protruding part of the reservoir opposite, but it is gone now and has become an office building for the forest farm.
It is said that after the temple was built, there were indeed fewer floating corpses floating over. It's a pity that it was later destroyed and has not been rebuilt. Nowadays, corpses float by from time to time. Everyone is used to it. Anyway, the government will send people to fish them out.
People in the nearby villages all know that the place is very evil and they never dare to go near it. If they want to pump water into the fields, they have to walk several hundred meters up before they dare to turn on the water pump. "
Chen Jingle was curious: "Is Fubo Temple really that effective?"
The old man just smiled and said noncommittally: "If you think it's useful, then worship. If you think it's useless, don't."
The simple pragmatism of the common people.
…
Speaking of which, the beliefs in Suicheng are similar to those in Orange County, but more complex and diverse.
In addition to the common folk gods such as Huaguang, Kanghuang, Leishou, Guanyin, Jingzhu, Guansheng, Li Guang, Mazu, and Madam Xian in the Chuchuan area, there are also White Horse King, Black Snake King, Luohou King, Fu General Bo and so on.
The General Fubo that the old man mentioned is a folk god unique to the old Sanlei area.
Speaking of General Fubo, many people immediately think of Ma Yuan.
In fact, General Fubo, whom the Sanlei people first worshiped, refers to Fulihou Lubode during the reign of Emperor Wu of the Western Han Dynasty. As General Fubo, he, together with General Yang Pu and others, invaded Lingnan and ended the local power of the South Vietnam Kingdom. Family rule, later generations established Fubo Temple to commemorate.
It's just that another Fubo general, Ma Yuan, was more famous, and he had made great achievements in conquering Jiaozhi and Rinan in the south. Later, the two were gradually worshiped together.
The peninsula is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and Fubo means that people pray for calm seas. Therefore, there are many Lifubo temples in folk coastal villages.
The copper pillars control the flying kites, looking forward to the wind, and the spirit can really swallow the waves;
Kinmen leaves the horse style, a man serves his country, why should his name be Yuntai?
…
Two cigarettes are exchanged for some information that cannot be found online. It is not a loss.
As for the rest, it's a matter of opinion.
Looking at the Dead Man's Bay not far away, Chen Jingle had a lot of questions in his mind.
"Since it is said to be a strange recovery, does it mean that there were actually strange things before?"
"Were they all sleeping before they were revived?"
"If so, who put them to sleep?"
"What about before you fell asleep? Were you also active? Are the records about ghosts and gods in history books true?"
"If it's true, how did people in the past deal with weirdness?"
"..."
Too much information has been erased from history, and only a few words passed down by word of mouth have survived to this day.
Chen Jingle sighed: "Forget it, I have too little information and I can't figure it out for a while. Let's deal with the matter in front of us first."
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