There was a little fire in the wilderness, and following the light, a boiling bronze tripod stood there, and the firewood under the tripod crackled. A group of people dressed in fancy clothes were bowing to the Great Ding, and in the direction of the people bowing, a huge statue of the god stood in front of it—like the portrait I have seen, with three heads and six arms, armed with swords, guns, swords, and halberds, looking up at the sky and roaring. Someone spotted me and instructed everyone to look at me, and I clearly saw blood dripping from the corners of everyone's eyes and mouths. I tried to make a sound, but I couldn't get a word out. The group was expressionless, just waving at me, as if trying to beckon me to join them...... Who dares to go over! I'll have to run for your dignity. The person on the other side sensed that I was about to run away, and someone chased after me. I turned and ran, looking back as I ran—the idol came to life, twisting his face and looking down at me with his hollow eyes......

"Old Liao, what are you doing here?" The old dragon patted me on the shoulder, and a stirring spirit brought me back to reality.

"It's fine, I just think the painting on the left is good." I lit a cigarette and waved my hand to the old dragon to look to the left. The old dragon glanced at it a few times, and then echoed: "It's really a good painting, it's really ...... Be...... Alas, what idioms do you usually use to describe figure paintings? ”

"Lifelike...... "I really don't want to deal with this idiot, who made you look at the style of painting." Can't you just take a closer look at the contents of the portrait!

I think it's necessary for me to have a deeper understanding of what kind of divine soldier this great god who has repeatedly appeared in front of me in various ways today. I was about to ask Old Man Zhang for advice, but when I looked back, he was gone. I was still debating whether to go to Old Man Zhang, and suddenly all the lights in the mourning hall went out......

"Ah.......h As a direct victim, my eardrums have been immeasurably impacted, and the buzzing is incessant; The portraits hung in the mourning hall are at the mercy of the wind regardless of the times, making a rustling sound; The only light in the mourning hall is a pair of candles in front of the ice coffin, which also flickered and dimmed at this time, reflecting on the tribute and exuding a strange color; The portrait that had just been hung on the wall had a ghostly smile in the blurred light and shadow.

I...... I...... I miss my mom...... At this moment, his feet were no longer obedient, so he had to hold on to the table and grit his teeth to tell the old dragon to shut up quickly.

After about ten seconds, the mourning hall returned to light and quiet. There was also a laughing apology outside the door, saying that he accidentally touched the electric switch when setting up the wire. You said it earlier! It almost scared you out of the table. I really didn't have a seizure, so I simply went back to the side room to get ready to rest. Now where can I ask any questions, I have to get my brain back from the rolling waves to calm down, and by the way, see if my pants are wet.

The next morning, I was awakened by the sound of gongs and drums. Flipping through the phone, it was already 9 o'clock in the morning. Listening to the movement outside, Aunt Long's body should be sent home, and the dojo ceremony should also begin. Pushed away Chaoyangjun, who was close to me, and subconsciously tidied up his collar...... You...... I...... You didn't say anything to the old lady last night...... The old man has done something irreparable. I woke up Chaoyang-kun, it's time to get up and help. We packed up and turned out of the side room and collided with a man wearing a filial piety hat and a piece of sackcloth. He bounced me straight to the ground with his muscular body, and it almost fell on its own.

It's an old dragon! The only beneficiary of this collision was probably the rooster he was carrying, which had escaped at this moment, and jumped onto the tea table with a flutter. "Mr. Liao! Early in the morning, get up and smash the field! The old dragon went straight to the rooster on the pantry table. You young people just can't speak, and you've seen anyone sitting on the ground and smashing the field. At this time, the rooster who fled for his life avoided the old dragon's slaughter and panicked out of the gate. While chasing the rooster, the old dragon shouted regardless of it: "Mr. Liao! If this guiding chicken is let go today, then get you to lead the way! "To be reasonable, why do you want me to take the blame for the things you caused yourself. Chaoyangjun helped me up and chased me out with my white back.

After half an hour of struggle, we finally brought the "guide chicken" back to the mourning hall and handed it over to Old Man Zhang's apprentice. The three of us were already sweating and panting, so we sat against the wall and smoked. Looking at the people who came to mourn one after another, recalling the gossip when I first arrived in Taiping Town yesterday, I really have to thank Old Man Zhang. When the people in the town heard that his old man went out of the mountain to do Dharma for Li Fenglan, they naturally stopped talking about topics such as evil ghosts.

"You three are here." Suddenly, a voice came from overhead, and when he looked up, he saw that it was Old Man Zhang's apprentice. The old dragon hurriedly got up and asked if there was any arrangement. The apprentice nodded and said, "The master asked me to call the three of you in, there is something for you to do." "The master invited, where did we dare to slack off, we immediately stood up, and we didn't care about patting off the dust on our bodies, and followed the apprentice into the mourning hall.

When he saw us coming, Old Man Zhang asked us to come closer and talk. But the sound of gongs, drums and firecrackers outside the door was too loud, and I didn't hear the reason why Old Man Zhang said for a long time, so he led us into the kitchen. The smoke from the burning of paper money fills the entire kitchen for a long time, and the smell of incense and candles is wrapped in the smell of paper money, making it difficult to get used to. It's a relatively secluded place, and the old man also made a long story short: "Today afternoon, I asked people to lead the three of you to the Maitreya Temple, or to worship the Maitreya Buddha and the king, and someone will tell you how to do it." The old dragon nodded in agreement.

Going up the hill at noon? It's really pushing people into the fire pit, and I can even see how to make a roast duck in the next few hours. Looking out the window at the strong sunlight, I was tempted to apply for the worship time to be changed to a sub-hour. I looked at the sunlight outside and was stunned, someone had already taken down the portrait of the three-headed god general and solemnly handed it over to the old dragon.

Everything was ready to stop, and we set off with all kinds of worship on our backs, respectfully holding the portrait of the god general. After crossing the bridge, I followed the ridge to bypass the elementary school at the foot of the hill and go up the hillside. Leading the way is Old Man Zhang's closed disciple, who is only 29 years old this year. I was amazed that there were so many young people among the Feng Shui gentlemen, all of whom I knew were middle-aged, and I wondered why he was so young in this profession. He smiled and said that his family used to be a dojo, and he didn't study since he was a child, so he followed his family to help in the dojo, and the old man Zhang said that he was talented, so he accepted him as an apprentice when he was eighteen years old, so that he would have something to eat in the future. We talked as we walked, and the topic naturally involved the legend of Baiyun Beach. I told him that I had heard the legend of Baiyun Beach, but who was the king mentioned in the legend? There is no documentary record about the legend that Taiping Town was once an ancient country, and there is only one Taiping Town in terms of folklore, which is really puzzling. He said that no one knows when this legend existed, and now fewer people know about it, and it is unknown whether there was a deviation in the process of circulation. Let's not dwell on this legendary matter, I pointed to the portrait held by the old dragon and asked, "Why is the villain under each painting bleeding from seven orifices?" He paused, shook his head, said he didn't know, and stopped talking.

After walking for about 20 minutes, you will go up to Maitreya Temple. The ancient temple has long been gone, and the Maitreya Temple in the mouth of the old man Zhang is just a small temple built in the weeds by the good men and women of later generations - it is exaggerated to say that the temple is exaggerated, just a long Buddhist shrine, which is particularly abrupt on the top of the mountain. The shrine is dedicated to many gods and Buddhas: the land, the Emperor Guansheng, Manjushri, the Buddha, and there is even a crucifix of Jesus Christ in the corner..... You're so thorough. In the middle of the Buddha shrine is naturally dedicated to the main god: Maitreya Buddha is always a smiling and pot-bellied sitting posture; On both sides of the Buddha stood Zhao Gongming, the god of martial arts, and Guanyin Bodhisattva. I sighed happily: "It's really a flood of faith now, and I don't know if these great gods will feel crowded when they live under one roof." ”

"Mr. Liao, your old man is a rich man, send a kindness to some of the great gods in it, and each of them will have a single room." The old dragon teased while arranging the tribute.

"It is also convenient for the common people to let them squeeze in a pile, and it is also convenient for them to communicate when there is nothing to do. I'm just curious if the Uncle Jesus next to me can get there. "Honestly, the only thing that caught my eye in this shrine was the crucifix in the corner.

After the old dragon placed the sacrifices, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and answered: "That's not a problem for you to worry about, Uncle Ye is a god, and there must be no obstacle to their communication." Besides, now that the whole world is learning Chinese, Confucius's words are becoming more and more international......" said that, the old dragon actually sang with a cheap face. I nodded with my hand at Lao Zhangtou's apprentice not far away, and signaled to Lao Long that there were still outsiders here, don't go too far. The old dragon understood and stopped talking. Old man Zhang didn't speak, he did things with his head stuffy, and when he heard that we didn't speak, he asked: "According to what you said, do you need money to play cards?" "In the end, it's a young man, and he has no scruples about talking.

I thought to myself that what was the difficulty of such a question, and I raised my hand and pointed to the God of Wealth next to Maitreya Buddha and explained, "Why don't you use money? The reason why the God of Wealth is offered on it is to facilitate the gods to take out loans after losing money. After talking, I felt that my mouth was dry, and I asked everyone to ask everyone, but no one brought water to the mountain. I'm convinced, it's such a hot day, a few of us didn't even think to bring some water to quench our thirst, I really don't know what is in our heads all day long.

The sun was scorching at noon, so we hurried to get everything ready. Old man Zhang's apprentice unfolded a piece of Baijuan and began to recite the sacrificial text, which was considered a complete success after a busy job. We can also take a break and enjoy the scenery from the top of this mountain. Standing in the shade of the trees overlooking the entire Taiping Town, we can clearly see that Li Xiangxi flows down from the distant mountains, passing through the town and flowing to Baiyun Beach; At our feet is the Taiping Town Primary School, behind the school is the former site of the Maitreya Temple, all kinds of crops have been planted on the steps of the layers, and there are no traces of the temple anymore. Chaoyang Jun pointed to the layers of flat stairs under his feet, and said that from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, the original foundation of the Maitreya Temple can be clearly seen, which shows that the former Buddhist temple was built along the mountain, which should be magnificent. I nodded in agreement and couldn't help but sigh: I can only glimpse the solemnity of the treasure temple through imagination, which is really regrettable.

The two of us were feeling that time had passed, and the prosperity was no longer there, so we heard an ouch behind us, and when we turned around, half of the old dragon had fallen into the soil.