The village sits north and faces south, with a wide view in front of it, with large rice fields and a small river. The high mountain behind the village extends a branch vein to the southwest, and then rises and arches inward, like a bird stretching its neck and looking back; There is also a low, flat vein in the southeast, which looks like the wings of a bird sweeping backwards, and the whole terrain is a bird looking back to care for the village with its head, neck, and a wing.

This has a name, called Qingluan looking back.

At the point where the bird's head is close to the pointed beak, there is a dilapidated ancient temple called the Crested Temple. Although this place is a temple, it is very dilapidated and there are a lot of empty coffins, which is very gloomy, and I did not dare to walk on the road in front of the temple after dark when I was a child.

As soon as Master and I reached the gate of the Crested Palace, seven or eight old men rushed out screaming, all of them with no faces, and when they saw my Master, they all shouted that there was a ghost, help.

The master asked very calmly, "What's wrong?" ”

"There was a voice in the coffin!" An old lady said.

"I see the lid of the coffin move!" Another old man said that it turned out that something big happened last night, and they came to the Crested Hall early in the morning to burn incense, but they were frightened.

Master and I were a little shocked, not afraid of ghosts, but afraid of zombies hiding in coffins.

Making a coffin is a very troublesome and elaborate thing, and it is impossible to wait for someone to die before making it, so many people make coffins when they reach middle age, store them in the temple without paint, and wait for the day when they die to paint again. I remember that when I was a child, there were a lot of empty coffins in the Crested Palace, and now because of the implementation of cremation, there are fewer and fewer empty coffins, and there are only a dozen or so parked in the left compartment from the door.

Just as we were probing our brains, a coffin lid slowly rose, and then tilted to the side, and a head with long hair poked out, its face was almost black from the hair, and it was covered by messy hair and it was difficult to see clearly. The temple was dimly lit, and others could not see clearly.

This scene was so amazing, the old men ran away with screams, it was rare for them to be so fast at their age, with old arms and legs.

I was so frightened that my legs went limp, but Master didn't stand still, and I was too embarrassed to run. The next moment I recognized the person who came out of the coffin, it was not a demon or a zombie, it was the famous genius madman!

"Dead madman, what are you hiding in?" Master shouted, and he recognized it.

The madman crawled out of the coffin, clasped his hands on his chest, bent over, looked around in panic, and said slurredly: "There are ghosts, there are ghosts......"

I couldn't cry or laugh, I was afraid that the ghost would still hide in the coffin and sleep, what kind of truth is this? Could it be that the most dangerous place is the safest?

My master scolded a few words in dialect, and the madman came to us, stretched out two fingers and shook them at the master, but he begged for a cigarette, and the master took the opportunity to ask, "Have you seen the king?" ”

"I see, I see, I am three feet tall, and the red light is soaring into the sky......" The madman suddenly shrank his head again in horror and ran away.

"What do you mean?" I asked Master.

The master shook his head and walked into the crested hall.

Although the ancient temple is broken, it can still be seen that the carved beams and paintings are exquisite, the eaves and arches, and the stone slabs and stone pillars are extraordinary. Master said that the incense here used to be very prosperous, and after the Cultural Revolution, no one dared to burn incense again, but no one dared to tear it down, so it became a Yizhuang where empty coffins were stored, and it was not until nearly ten years that people came to burn incense.

"Weishenme wasn't demolished during the Cultural Revolution?" I'm a little puzzled.

The master smiled: "It was indeed going to be demolished back then, but as soon as they walked into the temple, they had a headache, and then they didn't demolish it." ”

How can it be so supernatural? I didn't believe it, and Master didn't explain much and walked in.

In the middle of the main hall is a female statue, dignified and beautiful, riding a majestic unicorn, holding a bead-like thing in her right hand on her chest, and holding a bead-like thing in her left hand - this is the fairy girl who has become an immortal on the top of the fairy rock, and there is a beautiful maid and a blue-faced ghost-like maid next to her.

The side hall on the left is a middle-aged man dressed in ancient times, with a kind face, a long beard and a chest, kind and majestic, this is the guardian saint of the village, called "blessed lord", also known as the king.

The side hall on the right is dedicated to the old man with white beard and white hair, who is the father-in-law of the land who everyone knows.

Master and I came here to see what was wrong with this "great king", and Master walked around the incense table, looking around, and suddenly leaned over and took out a small wooden figure from under the offering table, which was very rough carved, only a humanoid outline, but with words written on it. I leaned over to take a look and couldn't help but gasp, it was my name and date of birth!

"Someone is hurting me with this?" I asked Master that almost everyone knows about this evil method of harming people, and even some children in kindergarten will use it as a way to vent their anger, but very few people can actually use it.

Master nodded: "Sheng Yupo is using this to harm you, but she has failed." ”

I was extremely angry and scolded: "TMD, this old witch is too much, too vicious, and she used such evil means to harm me!" And what kind of messy god is this, actually helping the old witch to harm people......"

Master's face was also ugly, and he hurriedly stopped me: "Don't talk nonsense! ”

I still wanted to scold, but I was forcibly pulled out of the temple by the master. Outside, the master said, "This place has been abandoned for too long, the gods are not there most of the time, it is some evil things that occupy the temple to be worshipped, and the more people who believe in it, the greater its power." In order to get more incense, they will do whatever it takes to confuse the public by means of possession, and the He Xiangu and the Queen Mother declared by Sheng Yupo are actually evil things here! But the idol still belongs to the righteous God, and it is unreasonable and disrespectful for you to point to the idol and scold the righteous God. ”

I was not convinced: "They tolerate adultery and connive at evil things in their temples, shouldn't they be scolded?" ”

"If someone uses your name to do evil in a foreign land, and you don't know it, are you guilty?" Master asked me rhetorically, and then said, "You can disbelieve in ghosts and gods, but you can't be disrespectful. You can ignore it, but remember not to be abusive, no matter how good your reason may be. ”

I was still not convinced, but I did not argue about the topic anymore, I asked, "Is there an evil thing in the temple now?" ”

"Probably not, but my sensing ability is not high, I may not be able to sense, you can try it later." Concentrate your mind, relax your whole body, and sense different breaths, hot and cold, yin and yang, dampness, and obscurity...... The breath of each place is different, and a place with gods should be bright, peaceful, and warm, making people feel joy and calm; Where there are evil things, there will be gloomy, fishy, demonic, ferocious, and so on, but those who are deceived will sense the opposite, so keep your heart like an ancient well reflecting the moon, ethereal and clear......"

As soon as the master seized the opportunity, he tried his best to imbue knowledge, and when he finished speaking, I asked, "Then do you think this king is the king that the madman said?" Where is his true body? ”

The Master said solemnly, "First, I can't believe the words of the madman, and second, I don't see any evil thing here pretending to be the king. Sometimes, although it is a fake, it is measured to do things, and it will become the agent of the main owner, which is really difficult for us to meddle in. ”

"Master, you know a lot of spells, the old witch is so vicious, I can't swallow this breath, what can you do to fight back against her?"

Master sighed: "There is a way, but we can't do this, so what's the difference between me and her if we do this?" Moreover, the atmosphere in the village has been strange recently, and there are frequent visions, and it seems that there are several evil things active, but it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil. I've calculated that there will be a catastrophe in the village in the near future, so don't act rashly, if you don't handle it well, there will be a big disaster! ”

I finally understood the reason why Master refused to make a move and tolerated everywhere. The ignorant person of Shengyupo is fearless, thinking that she can be complacent, and has no idea that it is evil things that communicate with her. However, my master was worried that if he struck at Shengyu Po or some evil thing, it would cause more and stronger evil things to be angry and bring disaster to the whole village, and he couldn't afford to take this responsibility, and this was what he was really worried about.

Later, more than ten years of tuberculosis caused him to run out of spiritual energy and he could not fight with ghosts and demons, so he could only adopt gentle and tolerant means, which was forced by the situation, and it was really no wonder that he was tortured. Now that I'm just starting out in the industry, I'm not yet a beginner, and I can only endure humiliation.

There is a dirt road at the edge of the village, and the two of us walked along the dirt road from the head of the village to the end of the village, about 100 meters away from the village, there are five or six families on the side of the road, which are houses built in the past ten years. One of the families was a butcher, and as we walked by, the butcher was disemboweling a big fat pig, and the butcher's wife was flushing the blood and filth from the ground into the ditch, and the smell of blood and pig feces wafted in the wind.

Less than 20 meters away from these people's homes, there are three huge camphor trees, the body of the tree can only be hugged by several people, the tree is more than 20 meters high, and the branches are luxuriant and pavilion-like. When Master rescued me the other day, the millennial camphor oil I used was boiled from a branch cut from one of the trees.

When my family moved in 10 years ago, these three camphor trees were what they are now. There are many small flags, small bows, and small arrows hanging on the big tree, which is that some children are frightened, or there are long-term incurable patients in the family, so they make some "magic weapons" and hang them on the tree, which are used to suppress evil and ward off evil and bless peace. Under the tree there is a stone offering table, on which there are candlesticks, incense burners, some peanuts, melon seeds and apples and other offerings, because people have been burning incense for many years, a large piece of bark has been smoked black and shiny.

Not only the old people revere this big camphor tree like a god, but the young people are also extremely in awe, no one dares to pee or spit under the tree, and the most naughty children dare not climb the tree to play, and dare not steal the offerings under the tree to eat. I don't know that the Weishenme people have such respect for the big tree, but this is not a bad custom in our village, as far as I know, there is this custom in many places, and the big tree on the edge of the village is worshiped as a god

Master said, "Our village was established during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty, and these three trees were planted at that time, and they have been spiritual for more than 1,300 years. Back then, the Red Guards wanted to demolish the Crested Palace, and as soon as they entered, they had a headache, and they didn't dare to demolish it, so they ran over and cut down these three trees, because these three trees were often lit with incense. As soon as the axe was cut down, the leader of the Red Guards screamed and fainted. ”

I followed Master's pointing and saw that there was indeed a scar on the first big tree, which looked like it had been cut by an axe. So, these three trees have really become sacred trees?

The first big tree is so lush that you can't see the rotten tree holes in the whole tree; The second tree has several small tree holes at its roots, and the third tree has a large tree branch at a height of about five meters that has decayed to form a larger tree hole, these two may have been hollow, but they are still very robust compared to the thousand-year-old tree.

I inadvertently pressed my hand to the first tree, but immediately retracted as if I had been electrocuted, and let out an exclamation.