Ming Dynasty scholar (middle)

Although this jade pendant is extremely ordinary, the scholar can feel that this jade pendant seems to be full of pure aura. That bit of red jade floc does not seem to exist naturally, but someone has poured out of it with blood, and it has entered the jade body deeply, and it is inseparable.

Only then did he realize that the wisp of ghost just now made him not carry a corpse, but this piece of jade pendant.

At this time, it was close to midnight, but the scholar did not feel a little sleepy, because he usually read a book and saw this time, and the next day, when the rooster crowed, he was getting up. What's more, at this time, it seems to be bustling outside, and there seems to be someone singing and dancing somewhere in the skylight of the fire and the noisy crowd. "Where the hell am I going right now?"

A scholar who has not read a book for a day seems to be bored. I wanted to close my eyes and think about what books I had read in the past, and reminisce, but the heat outside was so hot that he couldn't calm down. Mingling with the lively people outside, this kind of difficult thing scholars must not be able to do. The result is a scene of a bonfire stirring the clothes of the dancers on one side, the sound of chewing and laughter, and a solemn temple on the other, spacious and gloomy. A tall scholar stared at the cheerful crowd. There are two scenes in different backgrounds in one picture.

"The hustle and bustle of the environment really didn't suit me. The scholar said quietly, as if he had been abandoned by the person he liked. Then he went back and forth for the empty temple, as if he was silently reciting something.

"Why do these people look familiar? The scholar stared at the five statues, and was not sure where they had been seen, because the statues were not fired ceramics, the glaze had been fused with the clay, and there was a smooth and smooth protective layer on the outside of the ceramics.

The statues of the gods here are made of clay and are very well made and have a vivid expression. It's just that the colored part was later smeared with dye. As the years passed, these colors had become dull and earthy. Moreover, the soil has begun to crack and lose powder due to improper maintenance, and the cracking is very serious in some places, and it can be stuffed into a fingernail cover, and there is a tendency to become more and more serious.

Therefore, the scholar did not dare to admit that he was well-informed, not to mention that the five people he knew had already died during the third war of gods and demons.

The temple is a place that can carry history, culture, and blood inheritance. The different things that people worship represent the beliefs and objects of worship in their hearts. For example, monks worship their god Buddha, but they worship Sanqing, and people in the Northeast believe in fox yellow, white willow gray.

Like the culture of the north and the south, the southerners worship more gods, like the witch culture of Wu Chu, and Qu Yuan is the representative of this; the northerners are brave and aggressive, so they believe in heroes and heroes. This is a matter that is determined by the culture of water and soil.

The scholar also wanted to find a trace of generations between this large temple, but unfortunately nothing was lost. A huge temple consisted of only five statues of gods, an offering table, a few futons, and then the walls that were about to fall apart, and the cobwebs in the corners.

The walls seem to have been painted with murals that have been oxidized for too long, and the faint spots don't know what they are. The worship of God and kowtowing can be called a culture, but it has existed since the dawn of mankind, and there is no indication of the characteristics of the times from these behaviors.

The scholar had no choice but to sleep. When the hour is over, it's time for me to go to bed. He walked around the temple a few times, and of course he found that there was a small room behind the five statues. I didn't ask whose room it was, but I went in and fell asleep.

It didn't take long for the bonfire outside to weaken a lot, and no more firewood was added to the bonfire, making it as crazy as before. At this time, people are tired, in ancient times, for people who do not lose sleep, staying up late without sleeping is really a great thing, even if they stay up in the second half of the night of the New Year, people still go to sleep.

At this time, many people took out the blankets they brought from home, spread them on the ground and lay down with their clothes, and the ground was lying horizontally and vertically, not so restrained. Only a few people still have some unfulfilled intentions, vowing to drink the last sip of wine and eat the last bite of meat before they give up. But they don't dare to be too greedy, after all, there is an important event to be held tomorrow, that is, the outing, at this time it is already early summer, if the kind of outing at the beginning of spring is obviously a long time late, but this does not affect their mood to embrace the green New Year.

"Sister Buyu, you can sleep with me today. ”

"Okay~~"

"Then my sister and I will go to the Witch Temple!"

"Uh-huh, you guys go ahead. I'm going home now, and I can't stand the dampness on the ground. Monkey, come home with me. ”

"Dad, I'm not leaving~~ I'm sleepy and don't want to go~~"

"Sleepy! Who let you drink so much, you deserve it! Come home with me!"

"You carry me. ”

"The beauty of thinking is no matter how old a person is. In two years, it's time to get married!"

"Hehe~~Hehe~~" Pu Cao smiled silently for two days, regardless of the nonsense of the two of them. Suddenly, Pu Cao hurriedly covered her mouth, for fear that the rabbit meat that she had worked so hard to eat into her stomach ran out again.

Pu Cao rubbed his belly with his silent hand as he walked towards his residence, the Witch Temple. Although the moonlight and the bonfire have dimmed, Pucao has lived here for a long time after all, even if you close your eyes and feel the darkness, you can find your way home, not to mention that the witch temple is in a prominent position at the east city gate.

Even when Pu Cai arrived in the black hole of the Wushen Temple, he did not mean to light the lamp, because there was no incense burning stove in the Wushen Temple, let alone incense candles for lighting. Only a bowl of oil lamps remained in the bedroom behind the idol. The people of the sick state are very bold, big enough to fight the beasts of nature. Of course, they don't know what a ghost is, and they think that something as white as the thick sky, and some illusory things are another form of God's existence. Even if he is a ghost, he is a good ghost, because he has sent them good weather for decades.

The nights in the southeast city are as cool as autumn, but it's not yet time to sleep in leather clothes. Obviously, Pu Cao was silent, and the two of them had already taken off the thin fur clothes on their bodies, revealing the flawless white jade skin, the slightly bulging chest, the long black hair was draped on the chest, and the flaxen-colored waist-length hair with slight waves covered the lower body, showing the charm of the girl.

"Ah~~" a scream remembered, and then suddenly came to an abrupt end. When he went to bed first, Pucao suddenly touched a soft and wide hand, he had never eaten pork, and he had seen a pig run. Of course, she could tell that it belonged to a man's hand.

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