"Baby, before the liberation, we were still called Shitimiao Village here, and later changed to Shitimiao Commune, and then the four old Shitimiao Temples were smashed, some people said that the temple should also be abandoned, so it was changed to Shiti Village!" Zhang Sanye looked back at the sparse houses under the mountain and the farmland mixed between the mountains and rivers and said with emotion.

"I also know this, but when I can remember, it was already called Shiti Village!" Liu Gengmin, who was sitting on the stone steps wiping his sweat, also nodded and said.

"When I was young, the incense here was still relatively prosperous, there were a few monks in the temple, and the people under the mountain were also very good, and they would take the initiative to go down the mountain to help do some rituals when they encountered red and white things, and usually the local people would also get some firewood, rice, oil and salt to come up and worship it, at that time, the stone ladder temple was very famous in the entire Lina County, but unfortunately a catastrophe, several monks also died and fled, the stone ladder temple was soon abandoned, I remember when the steel was smelted, there were a few big iron incense burners in front of the temple were also smashed and made down the mountain to make steel, but unfortunately, those furnaces were heard to be left in the Ming Dynasty......”

Zhang Sanye sighed with emotion, and couldn't help but rub his eyes.

Shen Jiming also sighed.

If those stoves are still there, it is estimated that they can be sold for hundreds of thousands or even millions now, and if you buy one casually, you may be able to build the stone ladder temple.

After resting for ten minutes and continuing to climb up, they soon arrived at the position of the cliff, Shen Jiming and Liu Gengmin slowed down more and more cautiously, and one side was only two feet of a cliff dozens of hundreds of meters high, and the old man probably didn't have to go to the crematorium if he fell, and he didn't need to look for the treasure of feng shui, so he buried himself.

The three of them climbed the cliff stone staircase for only two or three hundred meters, and it was not until they reached the position where Shen Jiming saw the persimmon tree swaying a few days ago that they all breathed a sigh of relief and sat down to rest.

By this point, the cliff had been completely crossed, with large rocks on both sides, and there was basically no danger of falling.

"Uncle, that's what I saw here last time!" Shen Jinming whispered, holding the guillotine in his hand at the same time.

Liu Gengmin also became nervous, clenched his machete and looked at the few wild persimmon trees in front of the ancient temple.

"Two batches of babies, such a little guts!" Zhang Sanye rested enough, stood up and took the lead towards the ancient temple with a swaying earthen gun.

"Third Uncle~" Liu Gengmin's face turned white, and he caught up and grabbed Zhang Sanye.

"I'm afraid of a fart, I don't have a wild boar, Lao Tzu has been hunting for half his life, and I know if there are any wild beasts within a radius of a kilometer with my eyes closed!"

This is awesome!

Shen Jiming was a little embarrassed, but it didn't seem that he saw the persimmon tree shaking today, and he didn't hear the sound of humming and chirping.

Liu Gengmin still grabbed the front, clenched his machete and slowly stepped on the mossy green bricks and gravel and walked forward, followed by Zhang Sanye and Shen Jiming.

A few minutes later, the three of them still stood in front of the ruined temple smoothly.

A few days ago, all the gourds that fell on the ground disappeared, and the weeds and thorns on the ground were trampled and broken, making them look messy, and deep and shallow footprints covered hundreds of square meters of deserted open space.

"Whew~" Shen Jiming breathed a sigh of relief and threw the big guillotine knife in his hand on the ground, it was so heavy that his arms were already sore.

The gourd vine that was bitten off by the wild boar has completely withered, but what makes Shen Jiming happy is that one of them has not been completely bitten off, the vine is still green, and the branches and leaves have no signs of wilting, and even on a persimmon tree, there are still more than a dozen pink and green gourds.

"Uncle, third grandfather, it seems that we are lucky, there are still a lot of them hanging on the vine!" Shen Jiming pointed to the persimmon tree and said.

"I didn't expect it to be true, this gourd vine is about to enter winter, and it is still growing so green, and it is still blooming and bearing gourds, it is incredible!" Liu Gengmin muttered to himself as he looked at the gourd hanging on the vine.

"I said that this is auspicious, you don't believe it, this is God was moved by Ming Wazi's filial piety, and specially revealed it to let us enjoy the blessings of Shitimiao Village!" Zhang Sanye had a natural expression, took out a dry tobacco pouch from his waist, lit it, and sat on a stone and smoked it.

Liu Gengmin counted the messy footprints on the ground and said with a solemn face: "Third uncle, it seems that there have been a lot of wild boars in the past few days, at least four or five large and small, let's quickly take off the gourd and go down the mountain!"

"That's all your baby is going to do!" Zhang Sanye retracted his eyes from the ruins of the collapsed ancient temple and glared at Liu Gengmin, then lit around with a cigarette pouch a few times and said, "Two adult wild boars, five and a half pulls, four little pig babies, a total of eleven, and four or five? I can't count clearly, I think you're about to become a stupid pig's head!"

Liu Gengmin immediately sneered, wiped his sweat and stopped talking.

"I'd better go up and pick the gourd!" Shen Jiming put down his backpack and took off his shoes, pinned the boning knife to his waist and began to climb up the tree.

"It's enough to pick three or five, and keep the rest to eat slowly, these wild boars won't come back in the near future!" Zhang Sanye said while knocking on the cigarette pouch.

"Okay!" Shen Jiming nodded as he climbed, and after a few minutes, he climbed to the tree, and it took his old nose to chop down the five gourds with a boning knife.

"Uncle, get out of the way, I'm going to drop the knife!"

Shen Jiming shouted loudly below, but then he felt a slight dizziness in his head, and felt that the gray mist in his head seemed to suddenly flash a white light, and then he heard a pop under the tree, and when he felt the dizziness disappear and looked down, he found that Liu Gengmin and Zhang Sanye, who were still talking and laughing under the tree just now, fell to the ground without any movement at this time.

Shen Jiming's hair exploded in an instant.

What's going on? Is this ruined temple really haunted?

Shen Jiming hurriedly leaned on the trunk of the tree and watched left and right, all the abandoned ancient temples were in his eyes, but there was silence all around, except for the rustling sound of the mountain wind blowing, there was basically nothing abnormal.

"Giggle~" Shen Jiming made a few swings for no reason, and hurriedly found a clearing place to throw the boning knife down, and then quickly climbed down from the tree with fear.

"Uncle~Uncle~"

Shen Jiming shook Liu Gengmin, who was lying on his back in the messy grass, and found that he was completely unconscious, but his snort was quite stable, so he hurried to see Zhang Sanye and found that the situation was similar to Liu Gengmin.

Shen Jiming's scalp suddenly went numb, and cold sweat broke out all over his body, and he bent down to pick up Zhang Sanye's clay gun leaning on the stone, pulled off the duckbill-style firing pin, and then looked around.

"What the hell, get out!" Shen Jiming roared, the sweat on his forehead rolling down.

But the surroundings were still quiet, only the sound of the mountain wind whirring.