Qingxu Temple is famous, but its scale is not large.
After passing the Lingguan Hall at the mountain gate, you are facing the Sanqing Hall. There is a small hall in the wing rooms on both sides, and in addition are the kitchen and residence.
On the cement floor in the courtyard, there is a huge Yin Yang Bagua diagram painted.
In the center of the picture is an incense burner half as tall as a person.
The cauldron was filled with incense ashes, and three sticks of sandalwood sticks as thick as arms were inserted, which were just half-burned.
It was still early, and there were only two middle-aged women in the temple who were worshiping the incense in front of the incense burner devoutly.
Standing next to him was a young Taoist priest, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a coarse blue Taoist robe and a Hunyuan scarf, holding a whisk in his hand.
The five of us walked inside, huffing and puffing, and making a lot of noise, but the Taoist priest only glanced at us and ignored us. He only looked at the women offering incense seriously.
Zhang Baoshan stepped forward and wanted to ask questions.
I pulled him and told him not to worry yet.
Zhang Baoshan followed his temper and led a few people to stand aside and wait.
I stood behind me and patted my pocket quietly. The rat ghost jumped out of my pocket and ran away, sticking to the corner of the wall and sneaking into the main hall of Sanqing.
The two middle-aged women Jin Wanxiang turned to look at the young Taoist priest eagerly, and he said: "Your sincerity has been received by the three Heavenly Lords, and your request will be granted."
After saying that, he wrapped a small bag of incense ash and handed it to the two of them, and then said: "After you go back, divide it into three doses, one dose per day, and swallow it with water. It will be effective. Remember to be pious in your heart every time you take it. Silently reciting the Immeasurable Blessings to the Heavenly Lord must be sincere, otherwise it will not be effective if the heart is not sincere."
The two held the incense ashes and left with a lot of gratitude.
The young Taoist priest then turned to us, looked at us for a few times, and then looked at Zhang Baoshan and asked: "Infinite Heavenly Lord, do lay people want to offer incense and make wishes, interpret dreams and ask for divination, or seek medical consultation?"
Zhang Baoshan said: "We want to meet Taoist Master Jiang."
"Unfortunately, the host was asked to go down the mountain yesterday to take care of something. He promised to be back at seven o'clock today. If you are not in a hurry, you can sit down, have a cup of tea and wait for a while."
The young Taoist priest politely let the five of us into the side hall where pilgrims were received. Then he went out and brought tea bowls with boiling water. He made a cup of tea for everyone, and then sat down in the side hall.
"The wild tea in the mountains is not a precious thing. It is brewed from the mountain spring in Guanli, but it has a lot of wild flavor. Lay people, please give it a try."
I picked up the tea, smelled it, couldn't help but smile, and took a sip.
There is a drug in the tea.
This young Taoist priest is not a warlock.
Wherever there is skill, it is not a matter of showing off the skill.
Medication is a technique, not a technique.
A true warlock will only use skills when he needs to show off his skills. If he needs to control the target like this, he will only use skills but not skills.
Skills are virtual, skills are real.
Zhang Baoshan and his gang always only remind people when drinking tea, but they can't tell the difference between good tea and bad tea. He picked it up and drank several large sips. Then he responded with a smile: "It's really good tea. What do you call the Taoist priest? What is his position in the temple?" manage?"
The young Taoist priest smiled and said: "Fang Guanyu, a poor Taoist, became my master three years ago. Now he is a knowledgeable guest in the temple. When the master is there, he helps to receive the lay people, and when he is not there, he watches over the house. I have also learned some basic knowledge in the past three years, and the lay people have You can also talk to the poor about what you want or ask."
Zhang Baoshan laughed and said: "I do some small business in Jingbei. Recently, everything has been going wrong, and I always have nightmares. I heard that our Qingxu Temple, Taoist Master Jiang, is very capable and can communicate with the gods, so I came to see the Taoist. Please, please He helped break it open."
Fang Guanyu looked at Zhang Baoshan for a few times and said, "A layman behaves with dignity and dignity. He is not a small businessman, right?"
Zhang Baoshan said: "Something went wrong in the small business. I have been so angry recently because of the losses. I have a lot of headaches on my back. I don't even dare to lie down when I sleep..."
Having said this, he swayed and immediately became alert. He reached out to touch his waist, but failed to complete the action and fell down on the chair.
I immediately fell into the chair along with the other four.
Fang Guanyu laughed, clapped his hands, and said, "If you want to come to Qingxu Temple to cause trouble, you don't have to weigh your own weight!"
He searched Zhang Baoshan's body and felt a bit ugly when he felt the bulletproof vest. Then he took out the pistol, handcuffs and police officer's ID card. His expression suddenly changed and he ran out immediately.
I stood up immediately and followed him quietly.
Fang Guanyu ran into a room at the back of the side hall, grabbed the landline phone on the table and dialed, and nervously looked out the window while dialing back.
The call was answered quickly.
"Master, the police from Jincheng are here, six of them, and I knocked them down. There are no outsiders now."
"Put the things in the basement first. I can't leave because the Lu family is having a banquet. Although it's a little more expensive, since it was a gift from an old layman, there's no problem in keeping it. Keep a good eye on the things and wait for me to deal with them when I get back. .”
The voice coming from the microphone was deep and steady, without any panic.
I didn't wait for him to put down the phone, so I got up and returned to the side hall, leaning on a chair and pretending to be unconscious.
Fang Guanyu came back soon, holding a rope. He first searched for the pistol, handcuffs and police identification card, then tied them up one by one with rope, and then carried them away one by one.
I was the third to last one to be carried.
Fang Guanyu carried me around to the back of Sanqing Hall.
There is also a small hall here, which also houses spiritual officials.
Push open the Lingguan statue to reveal an entrance.
Entering from the entrance, there is a basement with an area of more than 40 square meters.
Although the area is not small, it is quite full.
There is a round cylinder half a person's height near the east corner. The cylinder is filled with thick ink-colored liquid. On the surface of the liquid is a head with no skin and no skin. The flesh and blood are just exposed to the air, showing a state of dryness. , the naked eyes occasionally move, indicating that this is not a dead thing.
There is a long iron case placed beside the west wall.
The case was covered in dark brown dried blood.
There is a shrine against the wall on the south side, and there is a black statue in it. The face is distorted and the eyes are dull as if they are demented.
In front of the shrine, incense and candles were burning, and there were three offerings: a plate of hearts, a plate of liver, and a bowl of blood, which were dripping and not yet solidified.
Three people were hanging in the center of the room.
In addition to the two Zhang Baoshan who were carried over first, there was also a woman wearing a Taoist robe with the skirt wide open. The body inside was completely naked, with seven colored needles nailed between her chest and abdomen. The left chest extends to the right lower abdomen, exactly like the arrangement of the Big Dipper.
She lowered her head and remained motionless, as if dead.
There are many rings on the roof.
Fang Guanyu hung my hands upside down on one of the rings, and then hurried back, carried the other two people down, and hung them on the ring as well.
He was really tired from carrying five big men in a row. After finishing all this, he was sweating profusely and panting heavily.
He sat down on the futon in front of the earth shrine.
When sitting down, face away from the shrine.
But he immediately turned around and faced the shrine. He kowtowed to the shrine and muttered: "It was an unintentional mistake on the small path. Don't blame me. Don't blame me."
At this moment, the woman in Taoist robes suddenly moved, slowly raised her feet, and reached out to Fang Guanyu, who was kneeling to worship.
