In the morning, we left money to thank the old man. The old man excused himself, saying that I am a lonely old man, it is useless to ask for so much money, and the house is empty, so it is better to facilitate us, it is a gesture.

He boiled gruel for us, and some pickles overnight, and during the meal, he smoked a cigarette: "Both, I don't think you are ordinary people, to be honest, what do you have to do in our small village?" ”

I looked at the third uncle, and the third uncle said, "Brother, we won't hide it from you, I am Mr. Feng Shui." ”

The old man looked at us, smoking his cigarette pouch faster, and puffs of smoke rose up.

The third uncle said: "In the past few days, it has rained heavily near the Yangtze River, and the water level has risen. I tracked it all the way to our old dragon's back. ”

The old man knocked on the cigarette pouch, walked to the door and went out to take a look, and then closed the door tightly: "You two, you are finally here!" I'll just say that there must be masters in our big country in China, waiting left and right, and finally looking forward to you. Tell me more about what's going on. ”

It can be seen that the old man still has a trace of doubt.

The third uncle didn't hide it from him, and told him about the Zhenjiang Beast Incident in Daliujiazhuang, the Jiaohongshan Tunnel Collapse Incident and the floating corpse in the original Jiangkou, and now the Feng Shui Bureau has come here.

The old man was very excited, completely relieved, took the third uncle's hand and did not let go, saying that he had something important to report.

"Brother, you slow down, what's going on?" The third uncle asked.

The old man said: "More than a month before I said this, a monk from our village came to the traveling party, saying that he was from Wutai Mountain, and he looked kind and amiable. Whoever has a wedding or funeral, he will go to pray for blessings and prayers, and the people in the village are very fond of this monk, and they will come to him if they have troubles. There are many rich families in our village, and they all want to invite him to live at home, but the monk went up to the old Longbei Mountain behind and lived halfway up the mountain. There was an abandoned mountain temple there a long time ago, and he hired someone to pick it up and live there. It doesn't matter if you live, after a few days there are a lot of unfamiliar faces in the village, and when I inquire about the construction team hired from a nearby town, I ask who the employer is, and it is the monk. The monk hired a construction team of seven or eight people to go to the mountain temple and do the work day and night. ”

"What are they doing?" I asked.

The old man smoked a cigarette pouch: "At first, we thought it was to renovate the temple, but later it didn't seem to be the case, there was a cordon outside the temple, and no one wanted to see it." Later, the people in our village began to have nightmares collectively, always dreaming that there seemed to be a lot of dark shadows running on the village road at night, and I don't know what it was. Someone didn't sleep in the middle of the night, and he really stood guard on the village road, but he didn't look at anything. Many of the children were so scared that they couldn't stay in the village and went to live in other villages. I've had another incident like this......"

The old man said that a month ago, when it was not too cold, he went to the mountains to break branches of trees and burn stoves. Just walked near the mountain temple. The mountain temple was in the wilderness, and no one usually came, and there was a loud noise of drinking and excitement from inside.

He thought it was strange, so he crept to the back of the temple, clicked through the window lattice paper and looked inside, and shook his head at this sight. Seven or eight people in the room were drinking and boxing, and they were drinking one by one, and they were burping.

What made the old man most angry was that a man was crossing one leg and stepping on the head of a Buddha statue under his feet, which was part of the broken Buddha statue in the mountain temple.

The old man thought to himself, aren't these people Buddhist believers, how can they drink a lot of wine and eat a lot of food one by one, well, these are harmless, but what does it mean to step on the Buddha's head, it is absolutely disrespectful.

There were a lot of messy tools thrown in the house, shovels, pickaxes, and dirt everywhere, and they seemed to be digging pits not in the temple.

The old man went back and told the people in the village about it, either no one believed it or no one cared, and some people persuaded him to eat salty radishes and worry about it, the mountain temple was not worth a penny, even if it was all demolished, what could it do.

Today we arrived, and the old man finally said all the words that were depressed.

The third uncle asked, are those people still there?

The old man nodded: "Monks are not common, but the construction team is still there, and they buy seafood, vegetables and wine from our village every day, and they are very generous." You think, who can spend this money, it must not be these migrant workers, it must be the monks who hired them. So the question is, where did the monk get so much money? ”

The third uncle pushed open the window, and the rain outside had stopped, but the sun had not yet come out, and the sky was gloomy.

"Brother, we want to take a look at the mountain, can you take us there? How much do you speak. The third uncle said.

The old man was a little excited: "I don't think that monk is a good thing, but no one in the village believes me, if you can help eradicate this scourge, I thank you too late, how can you collect money." ”

The old man said that it was difficult to walk on the mountain road after heavy rain, so he took out two pairs of rain boots from the cabinet and gave them to us. Before going out, the old man took out a shotgun from the back room, and I hurriedly said, "Uncle, don't bring this thing, be careful of hurting people." ”

The old man stiffened his neck: "It has nothing to do with you when I shoot, it doesn't matter how old I am." As long as I can get these people away and defend the village, it doesn't matter if I sentence them to eat the nest. ”

The third uncle saw that he was so resolute, so he agreed. The old man took us up the back hill, but fortunately there was such a local with us, and we walked on a safe and secret path, and we crossed two hills, and came to a high place, and the old man pointed to the woods below and said, "There it is." ”

I put my hand on the pergola and looked down, and below it was a small basin, with the trees withered, only branches and forks, and a temple spire peeking out of the woods, the exact scale of which was not clear.

You can see a few people coming out of the temple talking and laughing, and some people come to the wall behind the temple, unbuckle their belts and pee. In the same place where he peed, there were many remnants of broken Buddha statues, arms, legs, and Buddha heads.

The old man should believe in Buddhism, and he suddenly jumped like thunder, and wanted to rush down to give the man a shot, so that my third uncle and I could hold him to death, and tell him that he couldn't bear to make a big plan.

After the man finished urinating, he spat on a Buddha head and swaggered to the front.

We slid down the dirt slope to the back of the temple. The area of this ancient temple is not small, the three major halls on the left, the middle and the right, the outer wall is bright and yellow, the roof tiles are dark red, antique, but it is really dilapidated. The back wall was also used as a toilet by them, filthy, stinking, and somewhat unbearable.

There is a broken window in the back, and I saw that a pit had been dug in the main hall inside, leaving only a pit, and there were two people sitting on the old Taishi chair next to it, bragging and picking their feet. There are also a lot of marching beds in the main hall, and some of the others are lying in a daze, some are fiddling with mobile phones, all in all, there is a miasma of smoke inside.

The third uncle grabbed the old man and me, lowered his body and said, "Brother, we are looking for Feng Shui Eye, and it is likely that it is in the main hall of the Mountain Temple." Hadron, I want you to go into the pit they dug and take a look. ”

I have a bitter face, this task is too difficult to complete.

The old man trusted the third uncle very much, and asked, what do you want us to do.

The third uncle said: "Qiangzi, you don't have to be afraid, my brother and I will cooperate to find a way to lure these people away, and then you can see the opportunity to go down." ”

"By the way, what about the monk?" I whispered.

The third uncle said: "The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and the monk will talk about the monk when he comes, isn't he here now." ”

My heart was pounding, and the third uncle patted me: "I guess this is the core feng shui eye." The old dragon's back is the location of the dragon's vein henchman. As long as it is broken, the monk's conspiracy will not succeed. ”

The old man took out the shotgun, pulled the bolt, and said to the third uncle, "Big brother, I will listen to you what you say." ”

The third uncle said: "You come with me in a while, let's go to the front, and I'll tell you what to do." "As soon as all the people in the house are out, you should go in through the back window and go into the pit to see what is going on." ”

I nodded in agreement.

The third uncle and the old man went, and I squatted in the back, peeking out through the crack in the window, and after waiting for a while, I suddenly found that all these people in the hall were noisy, and all the people lying on the bed stood up, and each of them wanted to go out. I was wondering when I heard a loud "bang" in front of me, and someone had shot! It should be the old man's shotgun.

All the people in the hall rushed out, and I was shocked, and it was now!

I pushed open the back window, unlocked it, and rolled over and jumped in. The heart was beating fast, and this was an opportunity created by the third uncle and the old man with their lives. After entering this hall, I felt that it was really broken, the head was broken beams and broken tiles, and there was a broken plaque on the ground, the hall was full of wine and sour smell, I covered my nose and came to the edge of the pit, the mouth of the pit was about one meter square, and I could barely climb into a person, and then look inside, Hesse's, I don't know how deep.

I saw a flashlight thrown on the bed next to me, picked it up, pressed the button to light it up, and shone it inside. At a distance of about a meter from the mouth of the pit, in the dim light spots, I saw the top of a black tower.

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