The young waitresses gathered around the plastic mill in twos and threes, taking advantage of the fact that the proprietress was not paying attention at this time, absentmindedly sweeping the floor and wiping the table, muttering about the "miracles" of Xiangyang Temple from the villagers this morning. What tenants see as a gimmick to pass the time of boredom spreads like a disease among locals and torments them.

Before deciding to go to the proprietress, Li Wei had many other thoughts in his head, such as seeing the whole thing as a joke by Shang Yiming, he just had to wait until tomorrow, even if he didn't come back, he just packed up his things and went home, anyway, the old classmate had already paid for room and board. This thought went even further, and even made him feel the urge to slap his ass and leave immediately. However, he still held back, after all, Shang Yiming is his deepest friend in Beijing, so it is not righteous enough to ignore it, and if Shang Yiming really has something, he is his companion who accompanied him here, once his family and even the police investigate, he will not be able to escape after all.

Whether he was playing tricks on himself or running into some indescribable trouble, all the questions at the moment pointed to Xiangyang Temple. Obviously, it's time to visit that amazing temple again. It's just that his understanding of Xiangyang Temple comes from Shang Yiming's own words, and since he can lie about the Internet café, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not hide the information of Xiangyang Temple. Before leaving, he must find out the situation, and now that he is alone in this unfamiliar remote suburban county, the person who can help him in terms of "intelligence" is the simple, cheerful and broken-mouthed proprietress who can help him.

When Li Wei knocked on the door and walked into the proprietress house, a lonely black Mercedes was speeding along the winding mountain road from Beijing towards the county seat.

The proprietress and the female assistant seem to have just finished sorting out some accounts and are making a pot of Tieguanyin. Seeing that there was no one else, Li Wei asked, "Boss, are you busy at this time?" "Not busy, what's the matter?"

The proprietress invited Li Wei to sit down and poured him a cup of tea. "That's right, yesterday at lunch, I heard you tell you the story of what happened here, and I thought it was quite interesting. I don't lie to you, I'm a book editor, and I'm here to play and accumulate some material. I'm going back to the city tomorrow, and if you're not short of time, can you tell me the old stories of this area in detail? ”

"Oh, this one......" The proprietress involuntarily glanced at the assistant standing beside her in a white maid's uniform, "It's all about Chen sesame and rotten grain, and there's nothing to write into a book." ”

"Don't worry, I'm not going to write anything to discredit here. Actually, I can write these stories as soft advertisements for local tourism, you know? Simply put, it makes people in the city think it's fun and want to play here. Seeing the innocent and excited glint in the proprietress eyes, Li Wei continued: "If this book is compiled, I will sign the name of the 'original narrator', that is, the person who told me the story - of course, it's you!"

"No, don't sign me by any name! "That's for sure. There are successful examples in foreign countries: there is a lake called Loch Ness in the United Kingdom, and it has been rumored for hundreds of years that there are water monsters in the lake, although no one has been caught until today, but people all over the world visit it all year round, and the local hotels make a lot of money!"

"Well, I'm not in a hurry today anyway. The proprietress seemed to be struggling to recall all the local anecdotes she knew, "What do you want to hear?" Li Wei stared at the female assistant for a few seconds, and then winked at the proprietress again. The proprietress glanced at the female assistant and said casually, "What do you want to know?"

Anyway, if I had to let her break up with the assistant, she would probably misunderstand my motives and wouldn't have told me happily. Thinking like this, Li Wei asked about some strange and supernatural things that had happened in the local area, and deliberately asked everything in detail for a long time. About half an hour later, when the assistant refilled his teacup with water, he finally asked: "Xiangyang Temple can be regarded as your landmark scenic spot here, right?" As the saying goes, 'the mountain is not high, but the name is if there is a fairy', the last time I went to see it, it didn't seem to have been built for a long time, how could it be so aura?"

Listening to his question, the proprietress seemed a little shy and said, "Hey, Xiangyang Temple...... You don't have to write it in a book, do you?" "Oh, why?" "You city people don't believe this, and they will laugh at us for doing feudal superstition. We never mention this kind of thing when we advertise travel, and we will only introduce it when guests come to us. "Well, don't worry, I'll write these things as 'beautiful local folklore', like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, Xu Xian and the White Lady, understand? "Oh, that's good, that's good!" the proprietress was overjoyed, and the conversation box opened up again, "If you want to talk about Xiangyang Temple, you have to mention an old legend of ours here, I don't know if you've heard of it?"

She told the story of the mage subduing the demon head, and then said: "This is a matter of the Qing Dynasty, and it is said that it was written into the county records at that time, so we people here believe a little bit, and they are very careful when climbing that mountain, and they are even more reluctant to go to the back mountain." Four years ago, Elder He came to see Feng Shui, and said that the mana of the Fa Array had been greatly weakened after more than two hundred years, and he was about to be unable to suppress the demon. But if he built a temple on the mountain to worship incense, he would be able to summon the gods and use their power to suppress the demon. So the rich people immediately donated money, and the construction of Xiangyang Temple started that year. ”

"Who is this Elder He?" "Hey, I was about to tell you! He is the descendant of that mage more than two hundred years ago, I heard that he has been cultivating in Zhongnan Mountain, and after cultivating his skills, he specially came to protect his ancestor's magic circle. ”

"I see. Then let me ask again, when the Xiangyang Temple was built, the gang of thieves fell off the cliff, how did the gods appear to be spiritual?"

The excitement of the proprietress who was immersed in the memories seemed to be suddenly choked by an invisible hand, and she drooped her head sadly, and said regretfully: "Alas, why did you write this? Anyway, I didn't go down the mountain to see it before and after the accident." I heard a few villagers who went to help collect the corpses that they should be a little nervous to see them fall like that. "Don't get me wrong, I'm never going to write about it. I'm just a little strange, no one here dares to go to the back mountain, how can he dare to break there at night?"

"He must be in a hurry and frightened, how does he know how to be a thief?" "Oh, he ...... What is this person doing?" Li Wei only quietly observed the demeanor of the proprietress, and could not see the surprise on the face of the female assistant who was fiddling with the hot water bottle with her back to him.

"It's a shame. He was the only child of the old Guan family in the West Village, beautiful and tall, good at studying, and the only child in their village who was admitted to university that year. It has been several years since there was such a college student in their village, and he was still a flower prospect in the county! When he was sent to school in the city, the village beat gongs and drums and set off cannons, just like sending a bride to get married. ”

"Who knew that this kid didn't study well in the city, but he was addicted to playing games on the Internet, and often went out to eat and drink with a group of young people in their dormitory, spending a lot of money on the family. In the end, when I graduated, I didn't do well in English, and I didn't have a degree certificate, because I studied something at a mining university...... What kind of mineral smelting, the profession is too biased, and I can't find a job in the city, so I have to run back to the village. ”

When he came back, he couldn't find a serious business, he fooled around every day and ate his parents' coffin book. To put it mildly, he didn't go up the mountain that night, and it was only a matter of time before he suffered a little retribution. But as soon as he had an accident, alas, poor Lao Guan and their old couple, they all cried and fainted when they saw that they died so miserably. "Xiaocai?" is the child's nickname, and the old couple has called him that since he was a child. ”

"Hostess, thank you for telling me so many stories today, I will start planning the new book when I go back, and I will notify you when it is implemented. It's getting late, and you'll be busy preparing your guests' lunch later. I won't bother. Li Wei looked at the bell on the wall, it was already past half past ten, and it was time to head to Xiangyang Temple. He got up to take his leave, and sighed at the thought of climbing that rough mountain road again.

"What are you sighing about, young man?" asked the female assistant. Li Wei didn't bother to look at her, and replied casually: "I plan to go to Xiangyang Temple again to burn incense, and ask the gods to bless this new book to be successfully launched." But when you go there, you have to climb over the hill to the north of the temple, and you feel tired when you think about it. "Why do you have to climb that hill?" the proprietress laughed, "Get out of the gate and take a car, go around to the south, go around the village road, pass from the west, and at most half an hour will be at the bottom of the mountain!" "What, isn't climbing the hill the only way to Xiangyang Temple?" "Of course not!" The proprietress was very sure, "We drive and ride here to Xiangyang Temple from the west side of the road, who told you that you can only go over that hill? Lie to you, right?" "Yes, lie to me......"

Li Wei went back to the house, sorted out his backpack, and went out to get a black car. He didn't know that after he left, the assistant of the proprietress quietly followed, and when he saw him in the car, he ran to a depression behind the farmhouse, and looked back from time to time. She jumped out of a small cave in the depression, which was secluded and no one came, so she pulled out her phone and searched the address book quickly. Number names skipped past her eyes, and she didn't notice a figure approaching softly from behind. When the figure suddenly pounced on her and slammed her on the back of the neck, she felt her eyes go black and fainted.