The villagers couldn't think of any other good idea except this. There were plenty of stones and trees on the mountain, so with a few people and a carriage, a small temple could be built in a short time.
The statues of the gods are also simple. A carpenter from the village made a cameo appearance and made a few crude statues for the gods. The temple was named Dragon King Temple.
At that time, there were still some residents nearby, and on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month, people actually came to offer incense. Later, I saw that it had no effect. It rained when it was supposed to rain, and gradually no one came.
As the saying goes: where there is water, there are fish; where there is a temple, there are monks. Instead of welcoming any monks to the increasingly deserted Dragon King Temple, a few Taoist priests came in.
Everyone was dressed in rags, and no one knew when they entered the temple. By the time the villagers found out, several Taoist priests were already cooking and living.
The simple villagers did not react much. The ruined temple was already abandoned, so it was a good thing for someone to take care of it.
The old Taoists settled in peacefully, built two thatched houses on both sides of the main hall, opened a small vegetable garden, and truly regarded this place as their own home.
It's a pity that in such a poor place, robbers actually came.
This is also related to the background of the times. It was a time when the world was in chaos. In addition to being rich in various grains and herbs, the black land of the Northeast also had a specialty, bandits, also called bandits or beards.
There are three types of people that old people who survived from that era were most afraid of: Japanese soldiers, bullies, and beards.
And Huzi was ranked first. These people committed crimes by burning, killing, looting, and I don’t know where they heard the news, but they had to say that there was a treasure hidden in the Dragon King Temple.
On a dark and stormy night, several bandits came in. All the veterans were subdued, with knives pressed to their necks and asked where the treasure was.
The old man was so frightened, where did the treasure come from? If so, how could they be like this?
As a result, the bandits became angry and killed all the old Taoists in the yard.
"These veterans are unlucky enough. If they had not lived in the Dragon King Temple, they might not have died so early." Liu Qingshan said.
In this environment, hearing such a tragic story makes people feel a little scared.
Liu Qingshan also felt a little embarrassed: "Oh, look at me, talking about this? It's all scary, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore..."
"It's okay, it's okay, go on. What's so scary about this? I've experienced scarier things than this. I'll tell you about our hometown in a while." Du Jun found that Wang Man was unconscious because of fear. As he approached, he hurriedly straightened his waist.
The other two classmates also urged. They are all timid people who like excitement.
Liu Qingshan saw that everyone was interested, so he continued to talk, but the rest of the story sounded a bit suspenseful. It was scary enough, but it was a bit too fantasy, and it sounded fake at first glance.
At that time, there was a river of blood in the temple, and God couldn't stand it. It rained heavily, and lightning and thunder killed the bandits, avenging the old Taoists.
A few days later, when a passing villager discovered several corpses in the yard, they were soaked and turned white by the rain...
Since then the place has been haunted and no one dares to go there anymore.
After Liu Qingshan finished speaking, no one said anything. Others were a little scared, but I wasn't that nervous. I had experienced so many evil things, and I didn't take it to heart to ruin a temple.
"This is the story. How can there be so many ghosts in the world? The elders just coax the children to play."
I answered calmly.
"No, no, Doctor Zhou, I am definitely not talking nonsense! Several old people in the village have seen it, and the third uncle of the old Li family has seen it with his own eyes.
"There was lightning and thunder outside, and there were five ghosts in the temple, wearing clothes from the Republic of China period. Two of them were shirtless, revealing two pistols.
"You're bleeding from all your orifices and you're still eating hot pot. The stew in the pot is all human flesh, including heart, liver, lungs, and eyeballs," Liu Qingshan continued to emphasize.
"Oh, stop talking, it's too scary. Let's tell a different story?" Lan Yue said.
Liu Qingshan also felt that the girl was frightened, so he turned around and comforted: "It's okay, you can just listen to this as a story. Besides, there are a lot of such evil things in our mountains. Some people say that there is a monster in the forest. Ghost town, there are ghosts everywhere, oh my god..."
He originally wanted to lighten the atmosphere, but the words he said became more and more scary.
Suddenly Liu Qingshan found that everyone was silent.
The girl named Wang Man slowly raised her hand: "He's back, Master Xiao Liu, look, he's back."
Liu Qingshan turned around and saw mountains, big trees, ruined temples... At some point, the carriage turned back to where it was and was heading towards the ghost temple.
Tap tap tap!
Everyone in the car was speechless. The big yellow horse walked step by step to the temple gate. Seeing that there was no road ahead, he shook the rain off his neck and sneezed.
What should we do, are we really lost? It's back! "
Liu Qingshan turned to look at us.
I hesitated for a moment: "Turn around and keep walking. I don't believe I can't avoid this temple!"
"This can't work! After walking for such a long time in the rain, the horse is too tired and needs to be given a rest!"
Liu Qingshan touched the horse's back in embarrassment. The hair on the big yellow horse was already wet in strands. It was unclear whether it was sweat or rain, but through the condition of its muscles, he could feel that the horse had reached its limit.
I jumped off the carriage and looked at the few people who were shivering from the cold: "In that case, let's go in and take shelter from the rain! Here."
"Qingshan, don't drive the car in. Untie the horse and take it to a place inside. Feed it more. We'll have to rely on it to travel tomorrow!"
After I said this, everyone nodded. They couldn't hold on any longer. They didn't have a dry place on their bodies, and they didn't care about any random rumors. They just wanted to have a good rest.
Just like last time, I turned on the flashlight and was at the front, Liu Qingshan followed behind with the yellow gelding, the others held backpacks, and Liang Li was the last to hold the line.
Although Squad Leader Liang is a bit obsessed with officialdom, he still has a manly spirit, and his body is covered with the luggage of several girls.
After entering the courtyard, I realized that Liu Qingshan was right. This temple was indeed built in a fool's errand.
There is only one temple and two small rooms. One of the small rooms is dilapidated, but the main hall is still intact.
Liu Qingshan drove the horses into the complete house and muttered: "Thank you for your hard work, man. I will get you some fodder later. You can eat more!"
The others followed me to the entrance of the main hall. I asked them to take a few steps back and stood beside the main entrance. I cleared my throat and said, "Ah, there are currently people who are seeking protection from the wandering gods. I am temporarily using this treasure place to stay. If there is any offense, Please forgive me for my mistakes!"
This is also the rule of the rivers and lakes that my grandpa and the others taught me, which is called knocking on the door to stay overnight. This cliché is half quaint and half polite.
The specific meaning is: Senior, elder brother or brothers and sisters... I am passing by here and need to rest and shelter here. Please take care of me.
If you are a member of the Jianghu, you can show that you are also a person of the Tao through these few sentences, and you can use this to build relationships and increase some incense. If you are just an ordinary person, you may not understand it well, but it can also make the other party understand. A preparation.
In the old society, there was an old saying when walking in the wild: It is better to live in a deserted tomb than in an ancient temple.
You must know that cemeteries are scary at best, but in fact they are not dangerous. Almost no one stays there. Although it is unlucky, it is relatively safe.
The deserted temple is not the case. It is definitely a natural hiding place for bandits, desperadoes, or gangs of beggars.
If you enter without precautions, you may encounter danger.
Naturally, the students behind me didn’t understand this, they just thought I was a bit divine.
After shouting a few words, I went up and kicked open the door. I leaned to the side, and a moldy cold wind blew out.
There was indeed no one, and several flashlights shone in at the same time. This is an empty hall, with a row of statues and a few incomplete altar tables vaguely visible. Under the light of a flashlight, a blue face is smiling at the door.
