Song Siyuan's words had many nouns. Yue Guanchao thought about it carefully in his heart several times, and found out that if there is fog in late autumn, there will be frost. This is really what happened.
"No matter what, we can't hold a sacrificial ceremony today. We might as well go down and clean up the Guandi Temple so that we can have a rest in the evening."
Before Yue Qingshan finished speaking, Erpao quickly added: "Can't we go to the room inside? It's too cold in Guandi Temple."
"Young man, it's easy to live in a house that has been in disrepair for a long time. These places were not cleaned up when the bandits were suppressed. Maybe the house is full of bones of dead people who died unjustly, and you still have to live there."
Yue Erpao looked at the bullet hole next to the window coffin, and remembered that there were skeletons waiting for him inside, which made his scalp numb and his head about to shake like a rattle: "Then it's better to stop the bad luck, bad luck!"
"Well, the Guandi Temple is pretty good. The front and rear doors can be closed to block wind and rain. It's a bit more comfortable. The temperature in the mountains is cold and humid, and it's not easy to feel."
While they were talking, everyone had already come down from the tower.
Passing through the doorway and entering the city gate tower is the Guandi Temple mentioned by Tang Baoguan.
This temple was built in the four-sided front yard of the inn, with collapsed and damaged stables on the left and right. After detouring around the Guandi Temple along the half-waist-high weeds, we finally saw the courtyard gate into the inn.
If you look closely, you will see that the Guandi Temple is not a separate temple, but rather resembles a private house. It has archways, courtyard gates, welcoming walls, main halls, and side halls.
Rain, snow, wind, frost, wind and rain, the original sandy red courtyard wall outside the temple gradually faded into a mottled pink and orange color. The gray tiles on the double eaves of the stone archway were cracked and peeled off. The stone path was also loosened by the weeds, and a yellow building was visible. The tiled hall is high above the courtyard wall, and the two side halls have gray tiled cornices.
After entering the courtyard gate and bypassing the wall with the relief of the three sworn brothers in Taoyuan, the courtyard was even more barren with weeds and there was no place to step on. They picked up their daggers and scimitars and forcibly cut a skewed grass path.
With a click, Yue Guanchao cut off the chain in front of the Guandi Temple, and opened the temple door with dust rising. The scene inside was not much different from the ordinary Guandi Temple: the painted statue of the god stood on the throne, with priests and boys on both sides, and the treasure tent was covered with marigold paint. The color is dark, and everything seems to be covered with a layer of gray gauze, looking gray and autumnal.
They looked at Mr. Guan. Unlike other statues, he did not wear long robes and long skirts. He was mostly in armor and holding a sword. The mottled paint color and floating cobwebs added to the majesty and martial aura on his face. They looked at him a little more. A hideous and terrifying image.
The left and right side halls have long been emptied, leaving only a few worthless tables, chairs and benches. The surrounding walls are covered with ancient murals by Guan Yu. The ground is covered with waste paper, and countless dust rises with every step.
Song Siyuan looked around with a flashlight: "Everything seems to be gone. Fortunately, the windows are boarded up. As long as there is no air leakage, it's not too bad. The two side halls are just the right space for resting. We'll wait for you later Go to the backyard to get some water and mop the floor first, otherwise the dust alone will choke someone to death."
"Guys, don't you think it's weird?"
Tang Dayang's words made everyone confused. They all looked at the Shaanxi boy to see what he was going to say.
"Why should a post station build a Guandi Temple? Remember, there is no Guandi in Hanxian Post, and there is no Guandi in Yangquan Post. Why should Wusheng Post build a Guandi Temple alone? It makes my spine shiver just thinking about it!"
Everyone really didn't understand this, and when they thought about the many ghosts of bandits nearby, they became even more afraid that the Guandi Temple was designed to suppress these ghosts.
Their eyes looked at Tang Baoguan. The old man noticed that people were gathering over and said, stroking his beard: "Young sons, the Guandi Temple was not built inside the post station, but the post station was built outside the Guandi Temple. The slope of this place was originally Only the Guandi Temple is surrounded by the Yungu Plank Road built during the Ming and Qing Dynasties."
Song Siyuan looked into the distance along the temple door, and her eyes lit up: "Guan Sheng has a righteous spirit and avoids evil. The direction directly opposite this temple is the Yungu Plank Road. It is estimated that the ancients built the temple here to suppress the things in the caves. Just like the turtle eagle by the river, it is a prophecy of suppression."
"I think it's going to get dark soon. I have to go to the backyard to get water from a well and clean the ground first. Then I have to go to the nearby area to pick up some dry firewood so that we can use it in the evening."
"Second Artillery, Dayang, I remember when we came in, we saw an ancient well for horses to drink from the stables. If there was water, we would mop the ground first. A few of us went to find some firewood nearby. Although it was not possible to use it when the Great Cold was approaching, It may snow, but the temperature will definitely not be high, we will see the results in two hours.”
After saying that, she winked at a few young men. Yue Erpao and Tang Dayang understood. They picked up buckets from the carriage and went to the stable. She, Yue Guanchao and Xu Xiake picked up shotguns, left the city gate building and quickly walked into the ancient wild grass forest. .
Wusheng Post had not been visited for decades and had long since become like a barren mountain. They had just walked out of the post station for nearly a hundred meters. When they looked back, they could no longer see the courtyard wall of the post station. They could see the lush trees and lush grass.
The only sound left in the forest was the rustling of fallen leaves in the forest canopy. Song Siyuan looked at the ground carefully and saw that there were indeed many bones buried in the ground. They had become brittle due to weathering. Judging from the bullet holes in the skulls, they must have been from the gunfight more than ten years ago.
"You've been making trouble for a long time just to find this?"
Yue Guanchao saw her approaching Bai Gu, his eyes were particularly humorous.
