Huaxia Armpit County

(Please do not sit in the opposite number of the overhead world.) )

Wang Yu found that someone was stuffing coins into the cracks of the mahogany outer door for five consecutive days.

Her guy basically stuffed money at one or two o'clock in the morning.

Wang Yu, the Taoist of Wutong Temple.

There are not many people who come to her small ruined temple to pray for blessings, and Wang Yu's daily income is also very considerable.

She was still very curious about the person who stuffed money every day.

Maybe it's a potential customer.

Now Wang Yu has been waiting in front of the door for a long time.

"There's a voice." She quickly pulled the deadbolt open, and the man leaned against the door of the door and opened her coldly, almost hitting her in the face.

On closer inspection, the other party was a man of about thirty-two or thirteen years old, holding 200 yuan in one hand, and grasping the doorknob with the other hand, and staring at him wide-eyed.

"It's a little embarrassing."

Wang Yu thought about it for a while, and hurriedly straightened up to welcome Heng.

That person also gave the blessing of Qingming Festival.

hehe

"Excuse me, you stuffed the money in these two days, right?"

The little brother was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and said: Well, "I am working in the field and believe in the Wutong God, and I recently heard that there is a Wutong Temple here."

I thought about coming to make incense in the morning, but every time I came over, I saw that the temple door was not open, so I stuffed it through the crack in the door, and troubled the master to help me put on incense, so I put some incense money. ”

"Thank you for taking care of the incense, I'm still wondering what this is, thank you so much, come in and sit."

Wang Yu said politely, and after speaking, he took out the basin towel and toothbrush, and prepared to wash.

At this time, he suddenly said: "Uh, master, I haven't been doing serious work for a few years, isn't it not good to enter the temple." ”

Wang Yu had just gotten up, and he was still a little sleepy.

As soon as I heard this, I immediately sobered up.

"Not a serious job?"

She looked at the man slightly.

looks more than Sven, not like a person who does illegal and criminal things.

"You're not going to be a human trafficker or something, and I don't welcome that."

Wang Yu pretended to be silent for a while and then said, "You don't look like a person who does petty theft, you shouldn't be a human trafficker, right?" ”

She's done face reading before.

Of course, I have also done palmistry, onmyoji, and dancing gods.

Anyway, as long as it is a job that can make money, Wang Yu has done it.

The man immediately took two steps forward, put his mouth close to Wang Yu's ear, glanced at the ghost statue on the main hall that he bought cheaply from a family, and said with some timidity: "I am a male prostitute." ”

Wang Yu was stunned and didn't hear clearly for a while.

Then the man said, "Sitting on a duck." ”

The man pulled Wang Yu to the gate and whispered, "It's for the rich woman." ”

Oh, I understand it as soon as I hear that.

This man really didn't do a serious job, so it's no wonder he asked this question.

Male prostitutes refer to men who are engaged in the sex industry and provide ***, or "cowherd", "duck", and the most popular person among customers is called "duck king".

Also known as Midnight Cowherd, MB (money boy), commonly known as duck, refers to men who provide paid ***. The bar is called "male model", and the K room is called "young master", "male public relations".

In ancient China, male prostitutes who provided *** were called **, Longyang, etc.

In the Ming Dynasty, it was called a small official, and in the Qing Dynasty, it was called Xianggong or Xianggu, and there was an Xianggu Museum. Male prostitutes are sometimes referred to as rabbits. In modern times, men who provide services to others are commonly known as cowherds.

Especially in the Ming Dynasty, Xiangguguan had a prosperous business, and it was like a market, and it compared its rival prostitutes. Male prostitution is an ancient profession, and a large number of male prostitutes have existed since ancient times.

"It's okay"

Wang Yu nodded and said with a smile: "Wutong God never cares about good people and bad people, as long as you believe in Him." ”

The man said, "I didn't dare to leave my name and wish before, because I was afraid of defiling your place." ”

"Can I go in and make a wish now?"

Wang Yu pretended to think about it and said, "Naturally, you can." ”

"I just pray for good health and good luck for my family." The man said respectfully.

The five gods have different sayings in different periods and regions.

In the Song Dynasty, Wutong God was an important god of wealth, but it was also regarded as a one-horned mandrill. At that time, the five gods were also considered to be the blood of humans and animals.

In the Ming and Qing dynasties, about the origin of the five gods, some said to refer to the ghosts of Liuzhou in the Tang Dynasty, and some said that it was the souls of the dead sacrificed by Ming Taizu, which had the greatest impact.

Since ancient times, the people of Jiangnan have the habit of sacrificing the "five gods", which is one of the obscene rites that the official is unhappy with.

Wang Yu remembered that there were two theories about these five people, one was that this was the evil god cultivated by the five brothers back then, and I don't know if it could bring blessings, but it was certain that if they were offended, they could be harmed.

If you worship it well, it will also be a blessing, and it will come faster than worshipping regular gods and Buddhas.

In the folklore of the Song Dynasty, Wutong Shen, also known as Wuxian Shen, is the common name of a group of Chinese folk gods and ghosts, and each of them can be called Wutong God alone. Among them, there is one who is "shaped like a child of five or six years old, and is called the God of Peace."

"Yijian Zhizhi" volume 10 said that the five gods enshrined in the Yunju Mountain Great Zen Temple in Jianchang County, Nankang are "very supernatural, called the God of Peace", he often talks and chats with the monks, "I don't see its shape, its voice is like five or six years old", and it is more mysterious.

There was a time when the emperor had explicitly forbade it, but there were still many people who secretly offered for longevity.

"You go burn incense first."

With that, Wang Yu entered the main hall, and the man followed behind him.

When the man had finished worshipping God, the king stopped him and asked, "Is there anything evil that has happened recently?" ”

Wang Yu naturally knew that everyone who came to pray to the Wutong God must have something to do.

It doesn't matter if it's good or bad.

The important thing is that she wants to see if she can handle it, and by the way, make two more money.

"Don't hide it, my lord, I've had something happen recently." The man was suddenly panicked.

"It's okay, just say it and see if I can fix it." Wang Yu said casually.

"Oh, yes!"

The man said, "I haven't said my name yet." ”

"My name is Cao Zunwei."

"Honorable, what a name." At this time, Wang Yu looked at the man again.

He was wearing some expensive foreign goods.

"Well, thank you for the compliment." Cao Zunwei said again: "Recently, I have always seen a black shadow inexplicably, which appears and disappears from time to time.

I always have insomnia in the middle of the night, and I dream without insomnia.

There is nothing wrong with going to the hospital for a check-up.

He also dragged people to invite a few statues of gods.

I'm not afraid of this stuff when I'm so old.

But..."

Zunwei paused, as if he didn't dare to continue.

"What, say it."

Wang Yu asked softly.