The light came out of a temple, which was very small, but it was actually a house. There is no temple, no courtyard, and there is only one house.

We walked up the steps of the mountain road to the entrance of the temple and saw that the lanterns under the eaves were shining. There are two white lanterns hanging on the left and right of the gate, one with "Yin" written on it, and the other with "Division" written on it.

The group walked to the door, and greeted a middle-aged man from the door, combing his big back hair, wearing a yellow cotton jacket, and his clothes were painted with cinnabar similar to a ghost painting pattern, which was terrifying, and the most strange thing was that this person closed his eyes tightly, and listened to the sound of his head first, like a blind man.

"Master Pan." The Fayuan monk saluted the person with both hands.

The middle-aged man also folded his hands and returned the salute: "Elder Fayuan." ”

"The bitter lord has arrived," Fa Yuan said, "I brought them over to do things and go to the yin." ”

"Senior Brother Presiding Officer told me," Master Pan moved out of the way: "Everyone, please come in." ”

We went inside, and Fa Yuan introduced that Master Pan was the temple of the Yin Temple, and he was here at the beginning of the temple, and after more than ten years, he was a veteran.

When I entered the small temple, it was extremely narrow and dimly lit, and I saw a huge black coffin placed in the middle of the room, which occupied almost half of the country. The old couple were ordinary people, who had never seen such a scene, they trembled with fright, and hid behind Fa Yuan.

Master Pan walked over, closed his eyes and folded his hands and said, "Don't be alarmed, this is not a coffin, it is called 'Big House', it is for fortune and luck." Ladies and gentlemen, please take a look. He came to the black coffin and gestured with his hand, and we saw that the surface of the coffin was written in traditional Chinese characters with the words "promotion and wealth".

Master Pan smiled faintly: "My small Yin Temple also needs incense, and there are pilgrims who come for these four words." ”

Everyone looked at each other, even if an old fritter like me saw such a coffin in the room, I was a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

Master Pan asked, "Which one is Master tonight, please come and pay homage." ”

Mo Sangu put down her backpack, walked out of the crowd, and said to Master Pan: "I have heard for a long time that the Yin Temple of Panshan Temple is a ghost gate dojo, and I have wanted to visit for a long time, but I don't want to delay until today to fulfill this wish." ”

Master Pan smiled faintly: "There is no particular order when I hear the Tao." Listening to the girl's accent, I suddenly remembered an acquaintance, who is Mo Guixiang you? ”

"That's my mother," Mo Sangu was shocked: "Master Pan knows my mother?" ”

Master Pan was silent, his expression was a little solemn, and then the corners of his mouth turned up and smiled, like a sneer, and said, There were a few times a few times a few years ago.

"Master Pan, your eyes ......," Mo Sangu asked.

That's what I wanted to ask. If it were me, I wouldn't mention this stubble, so I shouldn't see it, it must involve a past that Master Pan doesn't want to mention. Mo Sangu is really a child of the rivers and lakes, so she thinks about it, so she asks.

Master Pan sighed: "I once made a great wish in front of the Jizo Bodhisattva, and I will not open my eyes for twenty years in order to clear the obstacles. It's been fifteen years, and there are still five years to go. ”

No matter how true Mo Sangu is, it is impossible to ask why she made this grand wish. The purpose of our coming here is to bet on the yin, not to interview the masters, and to talk to the point.

Mo Sangu asked for incense in a proper manner, and came to the god table, which was like a hodgepodge, densely placed with seven or eight statues of gods, crowded together, and I didn't know who was who.

In front is an incense burner, with lanterns on both sides, a handful of incense and five paper fans, and this table is carried to the tattered market to sell, but it can't be sold at a good price.

Mo Sangu Lang said: "Believer Sangu, come to worship incense, borrow the Yin Si Dojo, do good deeds, I hope you gods will give you a convenience." The first pillar of incense pays homage to King Jizo. ”

She bowed three times to the idol of the Lord and put the incense in the censer. took out three sticks of incense from the paper bag, and Lang Lang said: "The second pillar of incense is dedicated to the city god." After that, he bowed three more times, inserted the three incense sticks, and then took out three incense sticks from the paper bag and lit them, Lang Lang said: "The third pillar of incense respects Zhong Kui." ”……

Mo Sangu saluted four or five gods in one breath, and during this period, no one made a sound, and they all looked at her silently.

I secretly admired this little woman, in the case of no one to remind her, she can accurately identify the identity of close to seven or eight gods on the god position, and each god statue has a front and back order, high and low, from this it can be seen that she has indeed been in this business for a long time. It is not used as a law, and this alone is enough to show that it has the ability to have real money.

In the end, Mo Sangu said: "The last pillar of incense is to honor Uncle Qing." After the incense was inserted, she knelt on the ground and bowed to all the gods, and the whole process was meticulous.

When he stood up, Master Pan, who had his eyes closed, seemed to be able to see everything, and said, "All the incense is burning, and if it is not extinguished, the dojo can be borrowed from you." ”

Mo Sangu nodded: "Prepare to set up the altar." ”

The old couple helped with the work, first setting up a table, and then setting up an incense table, all kinds of bits and pieces of incense and ritual utensils. Fa Yuan and I stood in the back. Monk Fayuan closed his eyes slightly, and there were words in his mouth.

When the incense altar was set up, Mo Sangu sat behind the table with the demeanor of a general, picked it up and patted it eye-catchingly: "The two of them stepped forward." ”

The sick and I stepped forward, and the others retreated to the back.

There were two futons on the ground, on which the sick man and I knelt as we were told.

Mo Sangu said Lang Lang behind the table: "The two of you, one is a human being, and the other is a thought, although you are different, you have the same sex, both belong to the yang world, if you want to enter the underworld at night, you must be stamped with the two of you." ”

I looked at Mo Sangu suspiciously.

She explained: "The stamping is equivalent to giving the two of you a road guide pass to enter the underworld. You must remember, this is also what I told you before, there are three major taboos when walking in the yin, one is that the rooster crows and returns; the second is not to gluttonize the food inside, and not to eat; The third is not to privately look for relatives before death, and you can't speak when you meet them, do you understand? ”

I and the disease have made it clear. The illness smiled: "These three points are actually just said to Lin Cong alone, I don't need to, I was born from the obsession of people in illness, no father, no mother, no brother or brother, no relatives and friends." ”

Mo Sangu picked up a piece of waking wood on the table and slapped it heavily: "You can listen honestly to what I say, don't interject." ”

The Sick nodded and said no more.

Mo Sangu turned out from behind the desk, holding a tray and a seal in her hand, came behind me first, and said softly: "Now I will stamp you." She gently pulled the back of my shirt and jerked her hand to a halt. I felt a pang in my heart, and I thought that I was broken, and I had Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra written all over me, and I must have been discovered by Mo Sangu.

The sick man asked, how did it stop.

Mo Sangu said: "It's okay. Her hand dropped slightly, and she put the stamp on the back of my neck. I was secretly relieved, but she didn't say it.

Mo Sangu came behind the sick demon again and stamped the seal.

After the cover, she pulled two red threads and wrapped them around our hands, so that we could put our hands together. She whispered to us that when the rooster was about to crow, she would pull the red thread on our hands, which was a warning to the alarm, and we had to come back quickly.

After wrapping the red thread, she put a letter in the hands of me and the sick man, and the bends on it were full of ghostly charms. Mo Sangu told us that this is a token of the marriage, and the two female spirits only know what you are doing.

My illness and I changed from kneeling to sitting, how comfortable and how to sit. Everything was ready, Mo Sangu asked us to close our eyes, and she began to chant the curse. A puff of smoke came out, and it was very nasty.

Mo Sangu's voice flickered left and right, circling around us. After a short time, my head became heavier and heavier, my eyelids became heavier and heavier, my eyes could not be opened, and I did not know when I fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but I slowly opened my eyes and found myself still sitting in this small temple, but everyone was gone, and I was the only one. The small temple is extremely dilapidated, the god table has no legs, the whole is leaning against the wall, crumbling, and the big black coffin is also full of traces of erosion of time.

There were debris falling from the ceiling, I looked up, these black and gray debris were like a rain, I reached out my hand, and a piece of debris fell in the palm of my hand, only to realize that it was burned confetti. I was about to take a closer look, when a gust of wind blew and dispersed with the wind.

I slowly stood up, knowing that I had reached the unspeakable world, was this the underworld?

I've been to the realm of the bardo, which is a space separate from the yin and yang worlds, and it's completely different from here.

I walked out of the small temple slowly, and there were bright lights not far away, as if there were many people there.

I walked over and found that it was a bazaar, very lively, with shops next to each other, vendors shuttling back and forth, for some reason, I always felt that something was wrong here, there was a strong sense of dissonance with reality, and everyone here was carrying the smell of black smoke.

As I was walking, I suddenly heard a gong not far away, followed by another sound, and suddenly the vendors and tourists on the street disappeared like puffs of black smoke.

I sensed something was wrong and hid behind a vat at the base of a shop's wall.

After a short time, I saw a team coming from the other side of the street, beating a gong in front of me, blowing suona in the back, and carrying an open-air sedan chair in the middle. This palanquin is very large, the whole is pyramid-shaped, stacked layer by layer, and at the top is the throne, and there is a beautiful woman dressed in a big red dress.

This beauty is graceful and luxurious, wearing a phoenix crown, the whole face is snow-white, and the lips are bright red, as the sedan chair moves forward, people are also vibrating up and down slightly, which is even more charming.

I peeked and looked closely, and I couldn't help but chill. This beauty has a thick hemp rope hanging around her neck, the rope is hanging vertically, and the sedan chair is in the open air, and it is impossible to see where the top of the rope hangs.

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