The old lady slowly finished talking about the past in a matter of fits and starts. By the time he finished speaking, it was already dark, and it was past the time to eat, but no one in the ward had left, and everyone was stupid, and they were all addicted to the legends of that era.

This past is extremely important, I briefly sorted it out, tried to eliminate the nonsense in the old lady's narration, and retold it in its original form.

At that time, the members of the commune, under the leadership of the branch secretary Lao Sun, a large group of people carried tools and went up the mountain to demolish the temple with high spirits. It should have been early in the morning, the sun was about to rise in the sky, and the edge slowly took on an arc, looking like a red ball of fire, the upper part of the sky was dyed red, and the light suddenly shone in all directions, and the distant mountains stretched out, this scene filled the hearts of the commune members with infinite passion.

Great, great steelmaking! Great, red!

Everyone came to the halfway up the mountain, the sun was rising in the sky, and in a glow full of vitality, everyone saw a person standing at the gate of the mountain temple.

This is a monk, not very old, immature in appearance, and looks like he still has a babyish spirit. With a shaved head, wearing a gray tight monk's robe, and legs with leggings, he stood in front of the temple. to have a dignified and inviolable deterrent.

The branch secretary Lao Sun came to the temple gate with a vigorous young team, a large group of people said less than 100 people, and the distance between the little monk was only five or six meters. The little monk was unmoved by this group of imposing villagers, and clasped his palms together.

Lao Sun shouted: "Then monk, what are you doing?" How come I never met you? ”

This ancient temple is so old that even the oldest people in the village can't tell when it was built. And this temple has been abandoned for many years, since the founding of the country, I have not seen any monks, there is no incense, the Buddha statues in the main hall are gone, they are in disrepair, and they are not collapsed.

Why did a monk suddenly pop up and become an enemy of the people? Standing at the gate of the temple means blocking the horizon.

The little monk saluted and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, this temple has a history of nearly 1,000 years, built by the monks at the end of the Song Dynasty, this is a cultural relic, and it cannot be demolished!" ”

The old grandson of the branch secretary patiently explained: "Little master, you are still a feudal thought in old age. We demolished the temple in order to build a blast furnace to support the construction of the country, we are now poor and white, under the leadership of Chairman Mao, we must catch up with Britain and the United States, and liberate the suffering people all over the world. No matter how important cultural relics are, are they important to the country and the people? Besides, such a dilapidated temple is also a feudal remnant, we ordinary people have become the masters of the house, and there is no need to burn incense and kowtow like good men and women in the old society, and there is no point in leaving such a temple. ”

Someone in the back said: "The branch secretary, what nonsense to talk to him, you can dismantle it directly." ”

The branch secretary Lao Sun said: "You still have to convince people with reason." ”

Who knew that the little monk was really toasting and not eating and drinking, he actually meditated cross-legged at the gate of the temple, which meant that he swore to live and die together in the ancient temple.

Oops, dare to play with us. The branch secretary bared his teeth and ran to our great people's commune to play a stinky scoundrel. If you don't listen to your good words, you will force us to be rude. With a wave of his hand, a few strong young men lifted the monk up, put it aside, and guarded it strictly.

The little monk was anxious: "Don't mess around. This temple is a gathering array laid by high monks, and below it is the Yin Gate, once it is destroyed, it will ......"

The branch secretary sneered twice, holding the shovel in both hands, and stood on his feet. He pointed to the ancient temple and said, "Demolish!" ”

Hundreds of people flocked up, shovels and pickaxes flew, the ancient temple that was already in danger, how could it withstand such a toss, only to hear the sound of "bang-la-la", smoke and dust, became a pile of ruins.

At this moment, there was a sudden vision in the sky, only to see the dark clouds rolling, the light suddenly dimmed, a strong wind rose on the mountain, and the green leaves all over the mountain made a noise. Everyone looked at each other, silent, and felt an eerie chill.

The branch secretary clapped his hands and shouted angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, unloading bricks!" ”

Everyone carefully picked out some relatively complete bricks from the ruins and carried them down the mountain one by one in bamboo baskets. After a full day, a huge ancient temple became a rubble field.

Grandma Qi Yan, who was still less than twenty at that time, was very beautiful when she was young, with big braids, trouser legs, and a shovel to go down the mountain. Before leaving, she looked back and saw the monk standing alone on the temple ruins, standing with one hand, lowering his head, walking slowly, with a very heavy mind.

She heard the monk say, "Doom! High-rise buildings on the flat ground, unprovoked storms and clouds......"

Suddenly, without warning, it began to rain heavily, and the wind swept and the rain hit the face, and a layer of fog rose on the ground. There seemed to be a whimper floating halfway up the mountainside, very low, faintly, and then it rang out, and it seemed that there were men and women, and the cry was caught in the wind and rain, and it was terrifying to hear.

Qi Yan didn't dare to look at it anymore, she was already more sensitive to these things, and she had seen things that many people couldn't see since she was a child. She was so frightened that she hurried down, and the rain became so heavy that the people of the commune could no longer see it, and the road down the hill became a bay, and the heavy rain washed the road into mud. Originally, there were many trees on the mountain, but due to the lack of fuel for the construction of the blast furnace, the trees have been cut down one after another in recent years. Without trees, the mountains become rootless soil, leaving muddy pools everywhere in the rain.

Qi Yan shouted her friend's name, but no one answered in the mountains, and her ears were full of lightning and thunder, and soon there was chaos in the sky and the earth, and the sky was dark.

As he was walking, he suddenly heard a loud bang, and the whole mountain above his head collapsed, and a large area of earth and rocks mixed with grass poured down from a high place like a reservoir flood, and slid down the hillside.

Qi Yan didn't even snort, and fainted.

When I woke up again, I found myself in a dark cave, lying in the arms of a man. She screamed and quickly broke free. found that it was the little monk who was holding her. She closed her clothes and understood that it was someone else who saved her life, so she quickly thanked her. The little monk smiled and didn't say anything.

She wanted to leave, but it was pouring rain outside the cave, and there was a cloud of black smoke, so she couldn't see anything clearly, so she had to stay.

She and the little monk stayed in the cave for three days and three nights......

What happened to grandma and the little monk, grandma didn't say anything at all. But I deduce that they must have been in a relationship.

Lonely man and widow, alone in a room, and later in this story, the little monk told her the biggest secret of his life, if the two did not have a special relationship, such a private talk would be impossible. Another grandmother was obsessed with this man before she died, and only when a man conquered a woman's body could he leave such a deep imprint in her heart. To sum up, the two of them not only had a relationship, but also had a wonderful sex process. It is very likely that the little monk is the first man of Grandma Qi Yan.

It was the third day that the two of them got along late at night, the rain had stopped, and Qi Yan slept until the middle of the night, a little cold, and woke up from freezing. She rolled over and sat up, and found that the little monk was not in the cave. She groped her way out of the cave and saw the monk standing in the open space outside the cave, looking up at the sky. It was late at night, and the sky was full of stars, as beautiful as a dream. Although Qi Yan grew up under the red flag and received a red education since she was a child, the desire for romance in the girl's heart can break through all ideologies.

She walked up behind the monk, who looked at her and suddenly said, "I'm going to tell you a secret." ”

Qi Yan looked at him.

The monk's eyes were a little confused, and he said word by word: "I am an immortal person. ”

"The undead?" Qi Yan asked.

The monk's eyes were a little confused: "I have lived for a long, long time, longer than you think." I am an outcast from hell. ”

Qi Yan snorted and laughed, she didn't listen to such nonsense. Besides, this is unreasonable, I have only heard of those who have been abandoned by the world, how can anyone be abandoned by the underworld.

The monk didn't care about her attitude, raised his hand and pointed to the mountainside and said, "A long, long time ago, the temple on the mountain was built by me. ”

Qi Yan looked at him playfully: "Didn't you say that it was built during the Song Dynasty?" ”

The monk nodded: "That's right, I built it during the Song Dynasty." ”

"Hee-hee, I think you're a madman. So how many people do you say built this temple? How big is the area? ......" Qi Yan asked like a cannon.

The monk said, "Do you remember what you did one day when you were three years old?" I only vaguely remember that under the mountain temple is the Yin Gate, and the whole temple is a formation pressing it. Once the temple is gone, something very dangerous will happen. ”

"What is the pubic gate?" Qi Yan asked.

"The door of Hades." The monk said: "The passage connecting the two worlds of yin and yang. ”

Qi Yan pouted, not believing it at all.

The monk didn't continue with this, but sighed: "Many of my memories are drowned in the dust and sand of time, and the longer I live, the worse my memory becomes, and I can't remember many things anymore. Now I am like duckweed, and I can only drift with the tide in the long river of fate. ”

"And will you remember me?" Qi Yan asked.

It is this sentence that leads to the following long list of stories.

The monk looked at her, as if thinking for a long time, and said, "Yanzi, I want to solemnly entrust you with one thing. The world is about to be in turmoil, and there will be no place for people like me, so I want to avoid trouble for the time being. This matter is very important, the person I trust the most is you, I can rest assured that I can do it with you! His tone was very heavy and serious, as if he was giving a lifelong trust.

This incident was very strange, the monk gave her a wooden flat box and asked her to send it to a village in Henan twenty years later. Who to hand it over and where to put it, the monk didn't explain anything, only let her watch it by herself when the time came. Later, the monk took out three more things: a book, a talisman, and embroidered shoes. Give them to Qi Yan, and tell her that these three things were obtained by him in a certain dynasty and a certain generation, and they have the ability to continue life and frighten ghosts, and now they are solemnly handed over to her. and told her that if the entrusted thing was done, he and Qi Yan would have the opportunity to meet again in their lifetimes, and he would tell her the secret of immortality at that time.

The next morning, the monk left and disappeared.

Qi Yan kept her promise, and twenty years later, after several journeys, she found that village. The village is located in the mountainous area of central Henan, which is too dilapidated, and there are more than 100 families living there, and every family is very poor. As soon as she reached the entrance of the village, a group of half-grown children were fighting and making trouble, and they ran madly, all dirty, and their noses were hanging on their lips.

Qi Yan stood there, looking at these children, and she suddenly had a very strange feeling - that monk was in this village.

She lived in the village for a long time, and she traveled inside and out, but she couldn't find any monks at all. Not to mention monks, there is not even a temple in the village. The oldest building in the village is the ancestral hall that has been left behind for an unknown period of time. Before Qi Yan left the village, she hid the flat box that the monk had confessed on the beam of the ancestral hall.

As for what was in the box, she hadn't opened it. She was tense with the strings of class struggle at that time, and she always felt that this monk's whereabouts were secretive, and whether he could be a spy on the Taiwan side. Once you open the box, what information is inside, do you say you can't report it? I can't tell you when I get there. It's better to know the way.

This part, another 40 years, time flies, the world has changed several times, things are not people.