The thousand-year-old Fuxi Temple, boiling incense people. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Watch the play with the wife, play with the children and grandchildren.

In addition to lingering in acrobatics, I like to have deep rings.

Rape Fu Jinsui, folk March spring.

Fuxi Temple, named after Fuxi who once painted gossip here. There are three Fuxi halls in the temple, a garden of yarrow garden in front of the Fuxi hall, and there is a Fuxi painting hexagram pavilion on the west side. The Hexagram Pavilion is built on an octagonal brick platform with a height of 2 meters, and the pavilion is an octagonal glazed tile roof with bluestone columns, which are separated on the octagonal brick pedestal. Under the eaves of the pavilion, there are eight characters engraved with "Qian, Kun, Zhen, Gen, Xun, Li, Kan, Dui", symbolizing gossip. The pavilion door opens to the south, and there are bluestone frames on both sides engraved with couplets: "Look up and look down at the way of the world and draw the way of tomorrow and the earth, and count the past and know the six treasures of the ancient and modern." ”

Every March, there is a crowd of people, and more than 10,000 squires come here to pay their respects. Elementary and middle schools within a radius of dozens of miles have a seven-day holiday, and the actual temple fair lasts for ten days.

The temple was filled with incense-burning people and fortune-tellers.

Outside the temple, vendors who came to set up stalls 'occupied' around the temple. Such as striptease, theater, juggling, trojan horses, bumper cars, rings, mazes, horror houses...... And so on, you name it. There are only things you can't think of, and something new is added every year.

If there are 30,000 people rushing to the temple fair, then there must be 20,000 people rushing to eat, drink and have fun!

Zhidahai's family, who set off early, are still struggling with traffic jams......

It was only after two hours that I arrived at the temple fair, and the crowd was surging like a dragon, and the sounds of singing and dancing, drama, and shouting were mixed together.

"The things to play are secondary, I'll go to Fuxi Temple first to see if I can find a master with thaumaturgy!" Looking at the bustle with his eyes open, Zhi Xiangyun comforted himself in his heart.

This can't be blamed on him, he came to the theater every year when he was a child, and these things have long been ingrained.

When he was a child, his parents were busy, so they would take him to watch a play for a day or two a year. You can't come every day, can you? Zhi Xiangyun, who has a lot of playability, is not happy. Grandparents died early, and only Xu Cuilan took him to play.

"Grandma, I want a ring."

"Grandma, I want to eat marshmallows, maltose."

And at this moment, Xu Cuilan is still recuperating at home......

Putting aside the distracting thoughts, Zhi Xiangyun shook his head. Accompanied by his parents, he walked towards the Fuxi Temple, where people came and went.

At the entrance of the temple are guarded by four young people with studd earrings and colorful hair. They all held cigarettes and took the tickets handed by others, looking very awesome.

In the past, there was no admission fee here! Located in the Fuxi Temple in a remote small township, these guys must have been allowed by the 'superiors' to dare to act so recklessly.

"A bunch of garbage." Despite cursing in his heart, Zhixiangyun reluctantly bought three handwritten and stamped tickets at the 'ticket office' next to him.

"Mom, you go burn incense first, and I'll go inside." As soon as Zhi Xiangyun entered the temple, he said goodbye to his parents and couldn't wait to find a master.

The two of the Fuxi Palace, two rows of divination, are separated.

There is an old blind man who is moving his fingers and calculating for others; The mother-in-law who waits for the 'guest', the middle-aged man who flips through the book and looks at the eight characters, the uncle with a goatee and a oily face looking around, the strange woman who closes her eyes and recuperates, and the old lady who calls herself the 'goddess'. The road is endless, the words are endless!

"Immortal, how can I find it?" Seeing so many 'masters,' Zhi Xiangyun, who was a little stupid, sent a message to the Immortal Family asking for help.

The consciousness of the immortal family who was sitting cross-legged penetrated outside, and after a while, the immortal family responded: "The master is like a cloud, you can find it slowly!" ”

Zhi Xiangyun: "......"

It's not that the immortal family doesn't help, it's that he doesn't know who knows who can catch the kind of magic that can catch the ghosts. At that time, he persuaded Zhi Xiangyun and said, 'Everything is predestined'. But he was unwilling, he had to come to the temple fair to try his luck, and the ghosts and immortals did not stop him. There are many talented people in the world, what if they are touched by Zhixiangyun? Although the odds are slim!

"Brother, I see that you have a good face, you shouldn't be married yet, right? Come on, come on, sit down, I'll do the math for you......" As soon as he took two steps, Zhi Xiangyun was stopped.

Flat-headed black sunglasses, gray robe and strong waist. A bucket was placed on the small table in front of him, a middle-aged man of thirty-five or sixteen years old!

"I'm one of them, and I'm a liar at first glance, and the ghost believes you!" Thinking so in his heart, Zhi Xiangyun no longer paid attention to the middle-aged man and walked towards the depths of the 'master'.

"Hey, hey, don't go, brother! Listen to me! The middle-aged man who did not give up shouted at Zhixiangyun's back.

No matter how hard he works, Zhi Xiangyun just won't look back, and he will never ......

"Hey, you're going to find my ......"

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"Hey, there are too many liars these days." Zhi Xiangyun sighed in his heart.

Walking to Zhixiangyun in the middle of the left side of the Fuxi Palace, he saw an old man with a broken middle finger flipping through a book, 'flickering' a pair of fathers who were about thirty years old.

"If you have a baby, you will give birth to a girl!" The old man seemed to be able to predict the prophet, and pretended to whisper a mysterious way.

The first child of the two children gave birth to a daughter, and the second child wanted a son. The superstitious duo took advantage of the temple fair to find someone to calculate the hexagram, but they didn't expect this to be the result.

In rural areas, most poor families cannot have a third child. When the woman heard that the second child was still a daughter, she immediately said anxiously: "Uncle, what should I do?" Is there any way to crack it......"

That's what I'm waiting for!

The old man looked around and saw that everyone was busy, and no one noticed it. So he smiled and said, "Well...... this" At the same time, he rubbed his fingers and made a gesture of counting the money.

The husband and wife understood: "How much?" ”

The old man picked up the pen and quickly wrote in the notebook: 200

In order to have a son, the couple gritted their teeth and took out two hundred-yuan bills from their pockets in distress.

The old man smiled: "Hey, hey! He took Grandpa Mao with both hands and quickly stuffed it into his pocket, as if he was afraid that others would see it.

Finally, he took out a secret recipe from his bag and asked the couple to make it according to it......

Seeing this, Zhi Xiangyun shook his head and walked away......

I saw a fat-headed and big-eared monk again, taking the Pixiu handed by the guy. Then the monk closed his eyes and recited a mantra that only he could understand. After opening his eyes, let the guy incense the Guanyin treasure in front of the monk. The young man did three prostrations, only to see the monk take out a willow leaf, dip it in the white porcelain cup in front of the statue of Guanyin, and sprinkle it all over Pixiu's body.

The monk returned the Pixiu in a yellow paper bag to the young man and told him to open it again the next day. The guy took Pixiu and gave five yuan.

"Wait, three, six, nine." The monk clasped his palms together and said compassionately.

The guy 'um' for a moment, then took out another dollar. At this time, the monk patiently repeated:

"Three, six, nine!"

"Huh?" The guy was puzzled.

"Didn't the lady who paid ten yuan to buy a Buddha statue from you just now open the light and give five yuan?"

"She bought what I had here, so five dollars. Yours isn't, so three, six, nine! The monk explained.

The guy who held back his anger unwillingly took out thirty yuan. There's no way, people are in front of you. If you want to blame yourself, blame yourself for being careless, and without asking how much money you have, you have suffered a dark loss!

At the same time, it also made Zhixiangyun who passed by have a memory!

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"Damn, that's too accurate!"

A scream came from the West Garden in front of Zhi Xiangyun......