Xu's Yizhuang, the most well-preserved monument in Guning County. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The four old times were damaged to a certain extent, and many buildings, ancestral halls, ancient buildings, and granaries were damaged to varying degrees.

However, the most well-preserved here is the westernmost Yizhuang Hall.

"From the beginning of the Manchu Qing Dynasty to the present, for hundreds of years, Xu's Yizhuang has been serving until now."

"Tourists can see that the newly parked coffins here are all people who died in a foreign land in Guning County."

"In addition, in the inner courtyard of Yizhuang, there is also an ancient cellar, I heard that there are some corpses that have not been buried, Xu's Yizhuang is now open to the public, collect some tourist tickets, cremate and bury them, and there is a merit box in the charity donation hall, and I hope that all capable tourists will be kind, so that they can be buried in a foreign land with peace of mind."

At 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Kun, Wu Senran, and Qi Hongxiang came to Xu's Yizhuang, and he couldn't imagine that a mortuary mourning hall would one day accept tourists to visit, and it seemed that there were still a lot of people.

In fact, on the one hand, funeral culture is feared by people, but it will also arouse the curiosity of some people.

This is one of the most well-preserved places in the entire southern funeral culture, and Qin Kun only knew about it when he heard Chu Qianxun talk about it before.

In the charity donation hall, incense is enshrined, and on the shrine is a cold-faced statue of a god, sitting in a precarious position, with his eyes closed, and there are two night wandering gods beside him, crying and laughing, serving beside him.

"This Yin God is the Yuanjun of the Five Palaces, the patron saint of wandering souls and wild ghosts, all the lonely souls and wild ghosts who are kind to others and cannot return to their roots after death will be protected by the Yuanjun of the Five Palaces."

"Merit box, each tourist can donate a maximum of 9 yuan per person, and one more piece is a blessing, and the money will be used to buy a cemetery for the burial of the deceased."

"All tourists who donate can draw lots in the box next to them, and our Shangxuan Taoist chief of Yizhuang will unsign for everyone."

After the tour guide of Xu's Yizhuang explained to everyone, everyone saw an old Taoist priest who was adding oil to the Changming lamp on the side and smiled at everyone.

Wu Senran got up late today, and he couldn't go out with Li Zhe and them, so he came to Xu's Yizhuang with Qin Kun and Qi Hongxiang.

When he saw which tour guide's mouth was foaming, encouraging everyone to donate money, he pouted disdainfully: "What is the Yuanjun of the Five Palaces, I have never heard of it, and I am still a yin god." If you want to deceive people, why don't you get some reliable tricks? ”

Qi Hongxiang is very unhappy with Wu Senran now, this big man, with a mouth but no heart, really belongs to a person with developed limbs and a simple mind.

She glanced at Wu Senran: "Big man, the Yuanjun of the Five Palaces is the King of Yama of the Five Palaces, also known as the Lord of Yama." You dare to chew your tongue like this in Yizhuang, you are really not afraid of hitting ghosts? ”

Wu Senran shrunk his neck, he had heard of the name of Lord Yama, he had nightmares all the time these days, and he had muttered words like Lord Yama's blessing, but he didn't expect to collide with his old man today.

Wu Senran hurriedly spent money to buy a pillar of incense for the statue to light up, and donated another 100 yuan to express his heart.

Qin Kun also donated 10 yuan, and he saw that there were so many urns parked here, which was too much compared to their funeral home. Now that the cemetery is expensive, if you want to bury all these urns, you have to work together.

"Old Daoist, why are there so many urns here?"

Qin Kun didn't draw lots, he chatted directly with the old Taoist chief, and helped him light the lantern.

The old Taoist elder was kind and kind, and smiled: "They are all homeless beggars and vagabonds, our ancestors of the Xu family have always done good, and they will collect their corpses, and the family has declined over the years, and the rules of the ancestors cannot be violated." ”

It turns out that this is the case, no wonder in Guning County, only the Xu family has survived until now, and it seems that they have done a lot of good deeds before.

The old Taoist priest saw that Qin Kun was lighting the lamp, and every time the lighter was lit, it would be extinguished for no reason, so he said: "Little brother, you go and draw a lot, and the old Taoist will help you solve it." You don't need to light these everlasting lights, you can't light them. ”

Qin Kun took out the match brought by the hotel, and with a slight stroke, the flame ignited and was inexplicably extinguished.

Qin Kun was a little strange, he swiped towards the center of his eyebrows and opened his heavenly eyes.

At this moment, Qin Kun could feel that there were some strange spiritual power fluctuations on these oil lamps, faintly preventing the flames from approaching. Qin Kun saw that the old Taoist priest had lit six or seven lamps in a row, he was a little out of breath, Qin Kun's competitive spirit rose, if he couldn't light a lamp, it would be in vain.

Qin Kun took out a few matches, pinched his head, pinched the red phosphorus on his fingers, and rubbed it gently, the phosphorus powder burned instantly, sparks sprinkled on the lamp twist, and an ever-bright lamp ignited.

"Look, isn't that lit?" Qin Kun smiled.

Lao Dao's smile was put away, he looked at Qin Kun fixedly, and asked in a low voice: "Yin Dragon Heavenly Hand is a mortal fire, and the little brother is the descendant of Qingxuan Haima Yongjiang?" ”

Qingxuanhai? Ma Yongjiang?

Qin Kun seemed to have heard of this name, but forgot about it.

This hand was learned from Chu Qianxun, when he saw Chu Qianxun lighting an oil lamp empty-handed, it was quite magical, Qin Kun went to ask for advice as if he was learning a trick, and gave her nearly 200 merit coins for this.

"The old Taoist confessed that I was wrong, I learned it from a friend. She is not a disciple of Qingxuanhai's descendants. ”

Qin Kun replied honestly.

The old Taoist priest observed for a while, Qin Kun has five sharp bones, his eyes are hidden in double stars, and his face looks like he was born with a native life, and Ma Yongjiang's vein is all wood Taoism, native gold, gold and wood, and wood and earth, so he can't be Ma Yongjiang's mantle heir.

But how did you learn this 'Yin Dragon Fire'?

The old Taoist priest was confused, and when he looked at Qin Kun again, he suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

The old Taoist priest seemed to remember something, and he chuckled in his heart, and hurriedly grabbed Qin Kun's wrist.

At this touch, the old Taoist's hand bounced away like an electric shock.

How...... How can it be!!! He's not...... Already dead?

The old Taoist priest set off a monstrous wave in his heart.

"Who the hell are you?!!"

The old Taoist's originally calm and calm expression changed, and Wu Sen Ran next to him rushed out: "Old Taoist, so many people have donated money, waiting for you to sign it, what are you doing here?" Hey, surnamed Qin, why did you privately pull the old Taoist priest to open a small stove? ”

Wu Senran obviously saw that the old Taoist priest was just helping Qin Kun look at his face or palmistry, this special treatment made him very unhappy, this Qin Kun just donated 10 yuan, and he donated 100 yuan and three big incense sticks!!

Surname...... Surname Qin?

The old Taoist priest was dragged away by Wu Senran in shock, leaving Qin Kun inexplicably in place.

"Director Qin, do you know him?" Qi Hongxiang walked over and asked.

Qin Kun shook his head, he has only been out of the provincial capital for the first time since he was a child, 22 years, how could he know this old Taoist.

"Forget it, I'll go somewhere else." Qin Kun said that this week's mission is in the mountains behind Xu's Yizhuang, and he has to figure out the route here before the evening.

"Aren't you going to draw lots?" Qi Hong's makeup was curious.

Qin Kun shook his head: "Feudal superstition is not credible. ”

Qi Hong makeup: "......"

Big brother, you're the one who engages in feudal superstition, right?

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