Qiwang Temple is located on the top of the mountain, Fulang Holy Land into this Qiwang Temple, the temple is covered with cobwebs, the two open gates are so dilapidated, it seems that no one has lived here for a long time, and then it is surrounded by dense forests and its yin is full of yin, even in the hot summer there are bursts of cold. Standing in this temple and looking up at the statue of a very tall and mighty general, wearing fish scale armor, raising a gong in one hand, its thick eyebrows and big eyes, making people look at it fearfully, legend has it that this general is the prince of the Warring States Period.

The Holy Land of Volun found some straw and spread it under the statue of the general, lit a candle and erected it on the desk next to it, sat in the straw pile and began to write his notes, and then looked up at the statue of the general, which made it daunting! At some point, he fell asleep on the desk. A gentle breeze blew in, blowing out the candle flame next to him, and green smoke curled up. At this time, out of nowhere, a woman's miserable singing voice came, as if it was between the valleys not far away, and as if in the dense forest behind this lonely temple, its singing was sometimes blurred and sometimes clear, and such a desolate singing voice seemed to be a woman's mournful cry. The sleeping Furang Holy Land slowly raised his head and looked out of the gate, perhaps because he was too sleepy, and lay down on the straw bed and fell asleep.

The sky gradually opened, the red sun rose in the east, the sun shone in, and the Fulang Holy Land opened its hazy sleepy eyes, sat up and packed up the luggage and prepared to go down the mountain, and when going down the mountain, I accidentally found a tomb, there was a stone tablet in front of the tomb, and the big characters of the tomb of Gongzi Qizhi were so conspicuous. The Fulang Holy Land circled around Gongzi Qi's tomb several times and couldn't find a mechanism to open the tomb, lingering here for a while, only slowly leaving, looking back at this tomb when he left, there seemed to be a sense of reluctance. Slowly walked out of this dense forest to a small town, where it may have popularity.

Volan Holy Land led a horse on the street, walking all the way and looking around, looking at these pedestrians, but these pedestrians also gathered together to look at him, as if they were looking at the freshness, there had never been any foreigners here, so these people had some novel onlookers. The Holy Land of Fulang watched these people slowly walk into a village, and when they saw that it was getting late, they found a private house to live in temporarily.

"Hey, uncle, you see it's getting dark, is there any room left?"

An old man sat on the threshold smoking a dry cigarette, looking up at this foreigner with blond hair and blue eyes, a high nose and a full beard, suddenly standing in front of him, and he was startled, and said, "Where did you come from?" ”

"I'm from the capital and I'm going to this place in Shu."

"You're talking about Chengdu."

Fulang Holy Land didn't know what Chengdu was, maybe Chengdu was what he called Shu, so he responded: "Yes." ”

At dinnertime, at this time, the Fulang Holy Land sat at the table and casually asked the old man about the tomb of Gongzi Qizhi and about the Qiwang Temple. After hearing this, the old man looked very surprised and asked, "You have been to this place." ”

Volan Sanctuary just nodded.

Legend has it that this Gongzi Qi was a god of war during the Warring States Period, and his life was decisive in killing, and the ghosts and gods were afraid of it. The place you've been to is Funiu Mountain. Listen to my grandfather's generation, where there are ghosts wandering, all pedestrians who pass by will die mysteriously the next day, so there is no one living in a radius of dozens of miles near Funiu Mountain, and it is said that the evil spirit there is very heavy, so a Qiwang Temple was built, and the statue of the general in the Qiwang Temple is Gongzi Qi, and the evil spirit there will be suppressed by Gongzi Qi, and the ghosts wandering there will not come to harass us, and it is peaceful here. At the foot of Funiu Mountain, there is a small mountain bag, which is the tomb of Gongzi Qi, listening to the elders of the village, some tomb robbers enter the tomb to rob the tomb, but the strange thing is that no one has ever come out after they entered, and there are a lot of dead people around, so they are very angry. ”

"Then the older generation you are talking about has opened the stone door in this tomb?"

"Of course, this is just some hearsay, the stone gate weighs a thousand pounds, and the mechanism that opened the stone gate has not been found in at least our lifetime," the old man said, cocking his legs and shaking the soot from the smoke pot.

They talked about this until midnight before he could go to sleep, and through this chat, he realized that the Qiwang Temple on Funiu Mountain was to suppress the evil ghosts there.

Every festive season, the night of the full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is a time for family reunion. In He Yuan, everyone sat down to eat moon cakes and enjoy the full moon, and it was a joy when they reunited with their families. Some maids and subordinates stood aside and listened to the old stories of the lady, as well as the laughter of the ladies, as if it was a festive day such a gathering, which gave the warm taste of a big family. He Guoan rarely goes out of the study on weekdays, but today he walked out of his study and sat in the Fengyue Pavilion in the backyard with a few maids, admiring the moon and chanting poetry.

I don't know when a few new maids were added to this He Yuan, maybe because I rarely go out of the house, so I don't know so much about these. He Guoan sat alone at the stone table and looked at the five maids standing around, and said, "Today, regardless of master and servant, you all sit down." ”

"Thank you, Young Master, for a seat," one of the maids said with a smile on his face, and then sat down while the other four maids sat down. Guoan pushed the mooncakes, melon seeds, desserts and other snacks on the plate forward, and the maid stretched out her hand to pinch the mooncakes and said with a smile: "Master Xie." ”

Guoan looked at the two new maids and said, "When did you two enter He Yuan, I don't know what to call it?" ”

"Little girl Xiaolan."

"Little girl Fangfei," the two new maids each reported their names.

"Youlan Zhengya is a gentleman, smelling fragrant and overflowing the courtyard," and looked at Xiaolan again, and said: "You look a little like one of my old friends," and then looked up at the full moon in the night sky, thinking about it very much, and said: "In the future, you will call it Qiuyue, the Mid-Autumn Festival and the moon night think of the old people, and the evening breeze hits people and is lonely." ”

"Okay, the little girl's name is Qiu Yue."

This may be because He Guoan misses the deceased Qiuyue too much, and when he sees that Xiaolan looks a little similar to her, he thinks deeply, so he regards Xiaolan as Qiuyue. Then, Guoan faced the other maids and said, "Such a beautiful day, you all chant a poem, how is it related to the moon?" ”

"The eldest young master is talented, let's sing a song first."

"No, no, Xiangling here is very poetic, Xiangling, you have a song."

"Okay, the slave and maid are ugly," then stood up and looked up at the full moon in the sky, remembering the Song Dynasty great writer Su Shi's "When is the bright moon".

"When is the bright moon? Ask the wine to the sky, I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is tonight? I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that Qionglou Yuyu, the height is unbearable, and I dance to find out the shadow, how can it be in the world? Turn Zhu Ge, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly, there should be no hate, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, this matter is difficult to complete, I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. ”

After listening to this, He Guoan stood up and clapped his hands and shouted joy, and said: "I wish people a long time, thousands of miles together," we all know that Guoan is a person who does not smile, but today's conversation with the maids is not disagreeable, it seems that a person's temperament lies in what person, what kind of environment, what kind of thing to stimulate his speech expression.

"Qiuyue, you can have a song," at the beginning, this Qiuyue had some doubts, looked left and right, and the maids around said: "Come one, come one," and then chanted a poem.

"Under the lonely lamp and the moon, on the shade of the cold window.

The autumn wind comes in the forest, and Xiaoxiao's heart is cold.

No one complains of bitterness, and he thinks of his feelings from afar.

The wind and sand in Hucheng rose, and he burst into tears when he left.

Toast to the sorrow in a different place, and think about the moonlight.

——Selected Zhongxian Poetry Collection "Remembering Wenyuan"

"A good thought has a bright moon," and then the national security poem flourished, and then chanted

"The bright moon is bright

What is the bright moon? Take care of my bed.

I can't sleep with sorrow, and I wander around with my clothes.

Although the guest line is cloudy, it is better to return early.

Wandering alone at home, who should I sue if I am worried?

led back into the room, tears stained clothes. ”

The laughter in the pavilion is very happy with the family, but who knows, there is joy here, and there is sorrow. Those refugees on the streets of Chengdu are uprooted from their homes and sleeping on the streets, exposed to the sun and wind, and miserable. The government did not know that the news came from there that the emperor's envoy, Mr. Fu Lang, was coming to Chengdu and sent officials to clean up the streets and drive these refugees and beggars begging along the streets to a very remote place in the western suburbs of Chengdu. We all know that the envoy of the Emperor Dafan is coming, and these magistrates know very well when the envoy will leave and the route he will take. It seems that these magistrates have people in the capital, and if the emperor makes any big moves, these important officials in the capital will report to them, so they report that these local officials are well-governed and benevolent to the people, but they can't hear the truth that these people have left their homes and live on the streets, so it is natural for them to make false reports.

For these injustices, there will naturally be chivalrous people to help, to uphold justice, and to do chivalrous things, so who is this person? He is He Guozhi, the second young master of the He family. At the invitation of his friends, he climbed up to the high pavilion and looked out and talked to them about it. Who knew that at this moment what he saw was those officers and soldiers driving away the refugees, and beating those who did not want to go, and their cries came to his ears, and he was deeply indignant, and with one hand he tore off the curtain and jumped down from the attic.