When I was in elementary school, I had a classmate from a neighboring village who had a good relationship with me, but gradually lost contact. www.biquge.info I remember that he told me a mythical legend about his grandfather, who originally thought he had fabricated a story to brag about, but later heard some corroborating evidence from the village elders. It seems to be well founded!

Legend has it that it takes place in the early days of liberation, when the whole of China began to oppose feudal superstition in a frenzy, and atheism became the strong self-confidence of the people after they became the masters of their own affairs. Although the rest of the story is mythical, I am not encouraging superstition, but telling a magical story that has been passed down among the farmer.

At this point, I have to immediately correct the mistakes I made at the beginning. The social background of the story coincides with the one mentioned above, but the bad guys in the story are not the government or the people, but a bunch of evil lamas.

Legend has it that a group of lamas used extremely despicable means to destroy countless temples in order to propagate their teachings. Their next stop is the Temple of Our Lady built on the hill of the old temple, in the context of society, the incense of the Temple of Our Lady is a little depressed, but the common people have not completely destroyed the god in their hearts. The temple that was once full of incense stood alone on the hill and lamented.

The night before the bad lamas arrived, the temple official of the Temple of Our Lady slept soundly at the bottom of the mountain, and that temple official was the grandfather of my elementary school classmate. The temple official was haunted by dreams all night, and finally woke up sweating profusely. What kind of dream did he have?

In his dream, a kind and kind woman came, and the woman looked flustered, and her expression was a little solemn, but not dignified. She is the mythical and legendary Virgin, who was once the protector of the hearts of the local people. The temple official was very excited, this was the first time he had dreamed of the Virgin Mary since he took care of the temple of the Virgin, he quickly knelt down in the dream, and the Virgin helped him up.

"Old man, I am in trouble now, I can only ask you for help, are you willing?" said to the temple official.

The temple official burst into tears, and he fell to his knees again and said to the Virgin, "O Virgin, if you have any difficulties, just tell me, it is a blessing that I have accumulated for generations that you have come to me for help!"

Our Lady said calmly, tomorrow a group of barbaric lamas are coming to harm me, I am afraid that I will not be able to escape, I am going to borrow your ploughing oxen and carts, and I will move all my things down the mountain. As soon as the turmoil passes, I will trouble your old man to preside over the repair of a temple for me. Can you say yes?

The temple official kowtowed again and again, and agreed to the Virgin's request for help. The temple official was just about to raise his head, and a puff of green smoke rose into the sky.

The dream ended like this, and the temple official was awakened in fright. His face was covered in sweat, and the tears from the corners of his eyes had not yet been wiped away. He looked out the window, it was not yet quite dawn, and after a while, the rooster began to crow. At this point, he usually had to fill the cattle with fodder, and he walked to the cowshed with a sluggish pace.

When he was about to fill the hay down, he saw a snake in the trough, and the cow was sweating profusely, and was eating the snake in the trough with relish. He was startled, and suddenly remembered the dream he had just had. He galloped out of the cowshed, knelt on the ground and prayed to heaven, thanking the Virgin for his great kindness.

The next day, sure enough, a group of lamas came, and they set fire to the temple of Our Lady.

The temple official thought for a moment that the Virgin Mary was entrusting him with a dream! He told the miraculous dream to the neighbors in the countryside, and no one in the villagers doubted the authenticity of the dream.

After a wave of major events, the temple officials re-presided over the construction of a brand-new temple of Our Lady according to the request of the Virgin, and since then, the incense has been burning, and the patron saint of the common people has been resurrected.

According to the elementary school classmate, his grandfather later went to Wutai Mountain and went there to become a monk. At the end of his life, he has become an immortal. And the funeral was held according to the specifications of the immortals!

The story ended perfectly, and the kind-hearted temple official finally became an immortal because of his good deeds, which can be regarded as a happy ending to the story. Every time I go home, I see the temple of Our Lady in the distance, and people can't help but think of this legend! After all, a legend is a legend, whether the temple officials had such a dream, whether a group of lamas really demolished the old temple, there is no personal account of the person concerned, and there is no information to prove. In fact, the authenticity of the legend has become very unimportant, and its own mythological overtones are perfect enough.