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Chapter 178 Erlang's sculpture asks for a monthly pass, subscription

Chapter 178 Erlang's sculpture asks for a monthly pass, subscription

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Lei Lei leaned on Li Xiang, his eyes were flustered, his hands tightly pulled the hem of his clothes, trying to seek the last trace of security in the damp and crowded cave, the firewood knife held by Li Feng in the crowd, the knife surface that scattered the light filament, the magic of the figure in general, shaking his heart.

"I don't know much about this matter, but I once heard my grandfather mention that in that red and broken era, the remnants of the feudal temple fell to the ground with a bang under the push of the last hand, and once worshiped and enjoyed the thousand-year-old incense of the Taoist secular god Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun." Li Feng touched the most prominent male statue in the middle, and whispered, leading the curious Meng Meng and the bell to open their pure and black eyes without impurities, and the corners of their mouths rose slightly, as if they were looking for the so-called fairy Daogu.

"Qingyuan Miaodao True Monarch? I haven't heard of it, but this person is somewhat alike? For a while, several people looked at Li Feng and frowned slightly, thinking hard about where they had seen this true monarch, Sanqing Yuqing Tianshi Tianzun, Shangqing Lingbao Tianzun, Taiqing Daode Tianzun, these In addition to the three children, several girls in the cave and Li Xiang all knew that the three supreme positions of Taoism Tianzun existed. It's just that there are so many other immortal titles that a few people still can't remember, or they don't know the so-called Wonderful Dao Zhenjun.

"Xiaobao, you kid, what is the true monarch, look at what this is, Erlang is a true god." The second master will react and listen to Li Feng fooling a few people here, but he chuckled and walked over, the statue here is really indistinguishable from the age, it is not a wood carving, but a rare kind of soil, mixed with some plants, grass mustard foam, cast.

"Erlang God, let me say, why are you so familiar." When Li Xiang heard this, the most handsome man in Journey to the West came to his heart, a young man wearing a battle robe, a sword hanging from his waist, holding a three-pointed two-edged knife upside down, followed by hunting dogs in front and behind, so brave, or Jiao Enjun's melancholy eyes, with handsome cheeks, like a god idol in Li Xiang's heart, but he accidentally let go and fell into mud.

In front of him, Erlang appeared as a saint and true monarch, like a fierce angry King Kong, which is really unacceptable, especially the strangely shaped sculpture behind him, like a group of mountain and forest monsters gathering.

"Why does this Erlang God look so ugly." Lei Lei glanced at it secretly, muttered quietly, the sound waves that could be heard clearly in the silent cave dispersed, and everyone nodded their heads together, agreeing with the little guy in front of him in their hearts and bodies, it was really ugly, no, it was the most normal in this group of monster sculptures, except for an extra angry eyeball, everything was like a human being, but the inherent concept has been beautified for many years Erlang God, at least in the minds of the post-80s generation, he is the most handsome man in Journey to the West. Upright and just, showing saints and protecting the people, mortals in the world are in danger, call their honorific names to save. Li Feng finished speaking in one breath, and then said without giving everyone time to breathe, "No matter what kind of legend it is, there is such a section of the Seven Saints of Meishan in the middle, as well as those nameless grass-headed gods between the mountains. There are various shapes and strange shapes, but the essence of plants and trees is transformed into gods. ”

The cave is quiet, and few people usually pay attention to these, although everyone was surprised by what Li Feng said, but seeing the ghosts and ghosts around him, he had to say that what Li Feng said made some sense.

"Oh, how did you forget, these grass-headed gods that Xiaobao said are the mountain gods we worship today, and our big river flows through three hundred mountains, so the grass-headed gods are inherent in the three hundred gods. It's a pity that those turbulent years have been ruined a lot, and this cave has left no more than a hundred grass gods except for the seven saints of Meishan. The second master sighed with emotion that the Zhenjun Temple that was once full of incense, the Zhenjun Temple with ruined walls and a large high roof, is now a land temple that has turned into grass and scattered bricks.

There used to be a not small temple here, dedicated to the mountain gods of the three hundred mountains, these so-called mountain gods are nothing more than half-foot-high clay sculptures, all kinds of strange images, and the two-foot-high Meishan Seven Saints, as always tall close to two and a half meters of Erlang God. These things may be regarded as antiques with years, but of course, the old man Li Jiagang is more willing to believe that this is the wealth left by the elders.

"Second master, look, what to do with these statues." Li Feng saw that everyone's spirits were better, and his frightened expression turned into exploration, curiosity, touching all kinds of small statues, his cute eyes flashed, as for the bell, he was still a little scared, but it was too close, Lei Lei was just in front of the cave, and the gloomy and depressed sculptures like wolf-toothed tigers and leopards were moved out one by one, and the forty years of time experienced by these clay statues were seen again.

"Let's talk about moving out." The second master waved his hand, and everyone was busy carrying them outward, these small clay sculptures, even with Meng Meng and bells, could help carry them, as for some heavy ones, only Li Feng and Li Xiang could contribute.

The messy clay sculptures, some of which have been deformed, the moisture has made them suffer in the past forty years, Li Feng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, these statues do not know the continuation of the age, and the sculptures that have not been eroded naturally have been artificially split and smashed into countless small fragments ().

More than half an hour, the cave is full of all kinds of small clay sculptures, after forty years for the first time to see the sky white clouds, the color of the clay sculptures has receded, or the base covered with moss, or has some broken branches, there are only ninety grass gods left, but only about thirty are really intact.

Li Feng looked at the vacant place of the cave, thinking that the traces of the opening of the mountain were vivid, and he didn't know how those old people opened the stone cave under the night without anyone knowing, and a small water pool was formed under the dripping droplets, and a small stream flowed, and there were some snail shells, shells, and some messy pebbles scattered with mud and some other embellishments.

"Xiaobao, Dawa, come here, let's see if we can move the statue of Zhenjun." The two-and-a-half-meter-tall statue of Zhenjun, tall, burly, holding a strange gun carved from stone in his hand, Li Feng touched the still smooth stone surface, the sharp knife edge, flashing with cold light.

Li Feng and the three of them looked very small, each of the three of them was on one side, ready to move the statue, the second master rolled up his sleeves and wiped the beads of sweat on his head. "Ready, I'll count them, one, two, three, up." It's a pity that the three of them used all their strength, their faces were flushed, and the green meridians on their arms burst out, one by one, like a snake walking, and a dragon crawling. It's a pity that Lord Zhenjun doesn't move at all, just like King Kong doesn't move, and he doesn't move at all.

"No, second master, third brother, I think it's better to go back to the village and call someone, this is too big, we can't move it." Torrential sweat drops dripped from Li Xiang's flushed cheeks, several red marks on his arms, and his slightly numb arms trembled slightly, and he sat on the ground weakly.

"Yes, second master, this thing is too big, too heavy, I see dozens of men, and it can only move with bamboo sticks, I don't know how grandpa they got it." The second master just said the origin of the cave, it was more than six years ago, in order to leave some thoughts for the village, the five old people decided to move out of the statue before the commune leaders came to collect it. It's just five people's strength, and if the statue moves more than fifty meters, Li Feng can't imagine it.

"Okay, Xiaobao, you don't have that machine, but call at any time, you can call someone." The second master clapped his hands and stood up, the old man was a little panting, and several women were resting on the side.

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