At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, Danfeng is green and the forest is lush.

Professor Guan looked at the scenery of the Rim River and sighed sadly: "The scenery in Wang Wei's "Autumn Twilight in the Mountain House" is gone forever. The moon shines among the pines, and the clear spring stone is upstream. The bamboo Xuan returned to the raccoon girl, and the lotus moved the fishing boat. Feel free to rest in spring, and the kings and grandchildren can stay for themselves. 'There is no smell of fireworks in the world, there are many troubles in the world, only emptiness, cleanness, natural tranquility and harmony, how tranquil and remote Zen is, it's a pity. ”

"Society always has to develop, and the wheel of history rolls forward, which is not subject to people's will." Secretary Xing said.

Professor Guan ignored him, pointed to the ruins at the foot of the mountain and several rows of dilapidated red brick factories and said, "This is the site of Wang Wei's villa and Qingyuan Temple. ”

Looking up, the grass is bleak, and no one can guess what a glorious past this place once had. Erya walked over and stood there, silently looking around, Youliang stepped forward and asked quietly, "Is there anything special in the dream?" ”

Erya turned around and whispered softly: "The Qingyuan Temple I dreamed of was on a moonlit night. ”

Professor Guan approached and said to Erya, "Little girl, what's your name?" ”

"Li Erya."

"I really want to draw the Qingyuan Temple of the Tang Dynasty in your dream, can you please describe it in detail?"

"Now? But there was no time. ”

"Are you leaving? It just so happened that we could go all the way back to Xi'an. Professor Guan said sincerely.

"We're not going back to the city today, we want to spend the night at a farmer's house in the neighborhood." The second girl politely declined.

"That's it, it's a pity, you know that the original appearance of the Qingyuan Temple in the Rim River is only seen in the brief record of the history books, and the album is only a small part of the temple, no one has ever known the overall appearance of the temple, as a professor of the Academy of Fine Arts, I really want to restore it on paper and write it into the book." Professor Guan said very earnestly.

"I said Professor Guan, you are too pedantic, how can a child's dream be taken seriously? It can't stand up to scrutiny, and if it is published in a book in the future, it will be misleading. Secretary Xing disagreed.

"Secretary Xing, although the little girl is just a dream, the wooden archway in front of the temple she said has existed in history, and there are many unknown things in this world, which seem to be idealistic, but today's science can't explain it. I am sure that the Qingyuan Temple of the Tang Dynasty she dreamed of is real, and it is not clear what the reason is, but there must be a reasonable core. Professor Kwan argued.

Secretary Xing shook his head and spread his hands, saying that it didn't matter.

"Let's go to the village ahead and spend the night." Araria pointed to the farmhouse in the north under the shade of the green trees of Rimchuan Township.

Professor Guan thought about it, and then made up his mind to say to Erya: "That's it, anyway, I won't have classes tomorrow and live in a farmer's house with you, and I will pay for the food and lodging expenses, as long as you can spare some time to describe the Qingyuan Temple in your dream." ”

The owner of the house, surnamed Wang, is an old man in his seventies, the children are working in the city, he lives alone in the countryside, and the people here are simple and hospitable.

Erya asked him about the ruins of Qingyuan Temple.

"Do you also know that the ruins of the ancient temple of Ludao are haunted?" Old Man Wang's expression was very surprised.

"What the hell?" Erya was taken aback.

The old man looked at everyone for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "This is a secret in our village, and outsiders don't know about it. ”

"What kind of gods and ghosts, it's idealism, feudal superstition, and it's a haunt." Secretary Xing blurted out, his eyes caught a glimpse of Ke'er who pursed his lips and snickered, and suddenly realized that what he said might be a little wrong.

"It's true, the old man lived for seventy or eighty years and never made a fool of himself." Old Man Wang's face turned red.

"I believe you, what's going on?" Er Ya hurriedly said.

It turns out that the people in the village all know that there was a Luyuan Temple here in ancient times, and the incense was extremely prosperous in those years, and it is said that even the pilgrims of Chang'an City came here to worship. Later, after the war the temple was destroyed, only some ruins remained, in 1963 Xiangyang Commune built several rows of factories on the ruins, but it was haunted before the start of construction, often in the middle of the night can hear the chanting of monks, sometimes you can see monks walking around the factory area. The villagers were so frightened that they ran away, and no one dared to come to work, and over time, the factory was vacant and overgrown with weeds.

"Didn't the county party committee and the county government come down to investigate?" Secretary Xing asked.

"Yes, even scientists from the provincial capital have been here, but except for the natives of this village, no one else can hear or see it, and they all think we are talking nonsense."

Professor Guan interjected: "I have also heard about this, and I have also checked the information of the investigation team back then, and the most conclusive conclusion is that it is suspected that the villagers collectively have unexplained mental hysteria, which is related to some kind of psychological suggestion. ”

"I'll prepare food for you." Old man Wang is busy when he goes out.

"Erya, can you describe it to me now?" Professor Kwan prepares his sketchpads, paper and charcoal.

"Okay." Erya began to recall the Qingyuan Temple in his dream little by little, Professor Guan sketched on the side, and the outline of the temple gradually appeared on the white paper.

Youliang walked out of the house without having anything to do, looking at the rows of dilapidated old factories in the distance, if what the old man said was true, the ruins of Qingyuan Temple were indeed a little unusual, and I didn't know if I could see something in the night.

At this moment, in the empty factory, Sun Yifeng and Li Lin were hiding behind the window of a room, observing the village from a distance.

"The man is good." A smile appeared on Sun Yifeng's face.

"The first day this kid came to school, I felt that this person was a little unusual, and now it has been confirmed, it seems that this place in Gongchuan is not simple." Li Lin said.

"Lao Bai wants us to keep an eye on them, and we can't act rashly."

"I know it."

On the hill on the side of the factory, in the dense bushes, Liu Shisan lay on the ground and looked at it from a distance, and he couldn't see the door of Old Man Wang's house from his point of sight, but just paid attention to the movements of Sun Yifeng and Li Lin. The boss asked him to follow the two of them, it must have a deep meaning, it should be related to the tomb of the medicine king, saying that he secretly sent someone to help him, but where is the person? Sun Yifeng was carrying a heavy travel bag, and it was still squirming from time to time, it must be his litter of black cats, especially the three-legged old female cat was very powerful, and he almost caught his way last time.

At dusk, a wisp of cooking smoke came out of the chimney of the Wang family's house, and they were about to eat, but Sun Yifeng and Li Lin in the factory were hungry and thirsty.

The Mei Niang and the kitten in the "Meow" travel bag are also hungry.

"No, I'll have to take them to get something to eat." Li Lin said.

"Well, be careful, don't be discovered." Sun Yifeng admonished.

Li Lin walked out of the factory with the yellow travel bag, and the cat leaned against the wall and went straight to the mountain, where Liu Shisan lurked in the bushes and did not move.

The foothills of the Qinling Mountains are densely vegetated, the sky is dark, the birds are returning to their nests, and the noise of chirping in the woods is non-stop.

Li Lin untied the travel bag and released the black cat, Mei Niang stretched her muscles and bones "meow" with a whistle, the kittens happily scattered and climbed up the tree to catch the birds, and soon saw a dead bird thrown from the canopy, Mei Niang sat on the ground and couldn't wait to devour it, the bird feathers were scattered, and the blood was dripping.

Li Lin also grabbed the bird corpse, flexibly peeled off the fur with both hands and bit it down, eating it with relish, not paying attention to the old blind man in the bushes at all.

It turned out that this Li Lin was also a cat demon, Liu Shisan thought in his heart, looking at his appearance of eating alive, exactly the same as Mei Niang.

The kittens hunted dozens of birds in one go, and then gathered around Mei Niang to feast, and in the quiet woods, only the sound of "clicking" and crushing bones was heard.

Li Lin opened his mouth and burped, dug a pit with both hands on the spot, took off his pants and pouted his ass and pooped, first a string of farts that were not waterlogged, and then a few lumps of shit with a "poof", and bursts of weird aroma wafted with the wind.

Liu Shisan's nose sniffed, his mind suddenly suffocated, and he secretly said in his heart that this guy was an ecstasy civet cat.

Li Lin finished burying the dirt pit, beckoned the black cats to jump into the travel bag, and then loaded the remaining ten dead birds on the ground into it, turned around and returned to the factory.

It was dark, Liu Shisan got out of the bushes and sat on the hillside, untied his backpack and took out bread and soda to eat, tonight the cat demons will definitely make a move, and the mystery is about to be revealed.

Late at night, Wang Laohan had fallen asleep in the east room, making a slight snoring sound.

A few figures tiptoed out of the courtyard, under the moonlight, they seemed to be looking for something in the grass and between the ruins, Sun Yifeng and Li Lin watched vigilantly, except for the chirping of mantis and crickets from time to time, everything was silent in the wild.

"What are they looking for?" Li Lin whispered.

"It should be related to the tomb of the Medicine King." Sun Yifeng lowered his voice.

At this moment, there seemed to be a deep and distant "dong dong" drum beat and the sound of chanting scriptures.

Sun Yifeng and Li Lin looked at each other, and they both heard it, as if it came from the ground.

Secretary Xing and others in the ruins also stood there and listened quietly, it seems that what Wang Laohan said is true, the ruins of Qingyuan Temple are indeed strange.

"Did you hear that?" Secretary Xing asked quietly, and Ke'er nodded.

There is a strong bardo qi in the body, and it is extremely sensitive to evil spirits, so it is also very true to hear.

In the hazy moonlight, a few faint figures gradually appeared in his dark eyes, wandering aimlessly among the ruins with a bare head covered with gray monk's robes, Er Ya stared at those monks nervously, and dragged Youliang's hand trembling slightly.

Professor Guan's eyes stared silently at those monks, and his expression was unusually calm.

The monks walked as if their feet were not touching the ground, and the moonlight shone on them, but there was no shadow left on the ground.

"They are the souls of the monks who died during the disaster of Qingyuan Temple, and after so long, I don't know why they haven't dispersed?" Professor Guan said softly.

"There must be a great grudge, or you are trapped here and can't get out." Kerr said quietly.

"What can trap a ghost?" Secretary Xing no longer talks about those materialist principles at this moment.

"It's magnetic." Professor Guan said lightly.