What is pitiful is the 140,000 volumes of books, which are the painstaking efforts of Chinese philosophers throughout the ages, and the brilliant pearls of Chinese civilization, how innocent and unfortunate they are that they were burned to ashes by a cruel, incompetent and selfish master.

A lot of precious ancient books, in that fire, bid farewell to us forever.

Of course, Xiao Yi didn't get a good end, he surrendered to the Western Wei Dynasty, and was forced into a corner by his angry nephew Xiao Jing to insult him in every way, Xiao Jing tortured his uncle enough, and then ordered the soldiers to fill their pockets with dirt, suffocated Xiao Yi to death, and then swept the body with a pu mat and threw it outside Jiangling City.

This is the final fate of a generation of talented emperors, and this Xiao Yi is the ancestor that Xiao Yuanjun said, and he is also the "Emperor Jinlouzi" who possessed her.

However, even if Xiao Yuanjun found himself a famous ancestor, if he didn't have real materials, I am afraid he would not attract countless believers.

If you had been to the town of Evil Pass at that time, you would have known the splendid grandeur of the Niangniang Temple.

The people who came to find Xiao Yuanjun for help turned around from the gate of the temple and lined up on the ridge in the field in the distance. Some of them had been sleeping in the fields for three or four nights, just to see the "spiritual messengers" and ask for peace.

However, most of them could not see Xiao Yuanjun's true face.

Xiao Yuanjun never saw people, it is said that he could not see the description of people, and all he saw when he opened his eyes every day was the souls of people, whether good or evil.

Xiao Yuanjun's view of the "Yuanchen Palace" was not convincing from the beginning, and it was only with the example of magic that it slowly spread.

Her first believer was naturally the janitor of the Niangniang Temple, Huang Cripple.

Huang Cripple is an old bachelor, he grew up in a poor family, ugly, and disabled, so no one proposed marriage at all.

He doesn't care on the surface, saying all day long that he eats alone and the whole family is not hungry, free and free, and has no worries, but in fact, he cares a lot in his heart.

The Yellow Cripple was especially fond of accosting the women of the town, and he always spoke with a hippie smile on his face, a wrinkled face, and especially a mouth full of smoky and blackened yellow teeth.

Of course, most of the time he will be scolded as an "old rascal" and a "pervert", but he is not ashamed, but proud, as if he has taken advantage of a few words with a woman.

He started working in the town's felt factory, but soon there were complaints that he was looking for a female worker and that he was not working properly at all. The factory then paid him a month's salary and fired him.

Later, he helped the town lay water pipes, and he was responsible for digging ditches. But he wandered around all day, talking to the proprietress of the snack bar on the street, and finally annoyed the person, scooping a spoonful of boiling oil from fried fritters and throwing it at him.

Fortunately, although the yellow lame man was lame, his reaction was quite alert, and he ran away. Rao was like this, and half a spoon of boiling oil was still poured on the back of his head, burning the back of his head into a bald scoop.

After several things in a row, no one dared to hire this troublemaker to work anymore. It just so happened that at this time, good men and women donated money to rebuild the Niangniang Temple, because it was close to Kui Mountain and far away from the town, so some good people found him and hired him to go there to watch the door, take care of food and housing, and have pocket money.

Huang Cripple didn't want to stay in such a clean place, but he had become a bereaved dog in the town, and he was too lazy to eat, so he had to accept the errand and move to Niangniang Temple.

After the Niangniang Temple was repaired, there was actually not much incense, and there was a disgusting yellow cripple there, so the people in the town generally didn't go. Occasionally, there are one or two passers-by who travel by car, and when they see a temple here, they will go in and walk around twice.

Therefore, when he met Xiao Yuanjun, Huang Cripple hadn't seen anyone for more than half a month.

Because of this, although Xiao Yuanjun appeared suddenly and strangely, she was wearing a blue-gray spacious robe, and her long hair was scattered down, covering her face entirely.

If Huang Cripple has watched a horror movie, then he will definitely think of the Sadako girl in "Midnight Bell".

But the yellow cripple doesn't watch movies, so he doesn't feel afraid, but feels a little surprised - he has been idle lately, and he is still looking forward to a female ghost chattering.

"Yo, there are really female ghosts?" The yellow cripple asked with a grin.

Xiao Yuanjun didn't speak, just glanced at him, and then walked straight towards the house.

"Hey, that's where I live! What's the matter, do you still want to warm my bed and come to "Liao Zhai"? He chased after him and stopped Xiao Yuanjun and said.

Xiao Yuanjun also stopped, she didn't make excessive movements, let alone attack the yellow cripple. She was facing him, still not speaking, her hair still covering her face, and the yellow cripple could only faintly see the black hole behind her hair by the light from the door and window.

For a moment, Huang Cripple felt that his coolness was like electricity, and he wore it from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

He shuddered, but then calmed down again.

- Gods and ghosts are afraid of the wicked! Lao Tzu is single, what is there to be afraid of!

Thinking of this, he deliberately cleared his throat with a loud voice, and then yelled at Xiao Yuanjun.

"Why are you looking at me! Why hide it! Ugly, faceless! ”

It was at this time that Huang Cripple found that something was wrong, he took a closer look, and then he realized that the wrong place turned out to be Xiao Yuanjun's shadow!

Just now, because there were many clouds in the sky, the moon was obscured. And now Xiao Yuanjun walked to the door of his room, and the light in the room shone obliquely, and he saw a long oblique shadow under Xiao Yuanjun's feet.

The yellow cripple has a simple judgment - those who have a shadow are people, and those who have no shadow are ghosts. This person has a shadow, so it must be a person. Since it was a human being, it should not have been afraid. But the yellow cripple found that her shadow was a little different.

Xiao Yuanjun wore her hair and did not have a hat on her head, but looking at the top of her long shadow, it seemed as if she was wearing something on her head.

Huang Cripple didn't study physics and didn't understand optics, but he wasn't blind, and he could see the difference between the shadow and the real person. He was wondering, but at this moment, an even more bizarre scene appeared—the two arms of Xiao Yuanjun's shadow suddenly opened, while the two arms on her body did not move!

The yellow cripple almost screamed - could there be another person behind this man?

He is a person who dares to think and dare to do it, so he hurriedly bypassed Xiao Yuanjun and wanted to walk behind her quickly to see what was going on.

It's okay not to go around, but if you go around, the yellow cripple found a problem again.

That is, no matter how he turns, no matter how fast he turns, Xiao Yuanjun's face covered by long hair will always face her.

- She seemed to be motionless, but in fact, the yellow cripple could never go behind her, and what he saw was Xiao Yuanjun's face covered by long hair.

Just like the moon, there is always only one side facing the earth, and the other side is forever hidden in darkness.