"When I heard about this, I was in my twenties, and it was the time of the 'people's communalization' movement, and it was popular to eat big pot rice. I cut the queue to the commune in Yushan North Village, which is not far from here. When I intervened, it had just happened, and there was a lot of uproar in that commune, and I don't know if it was true or not, but I just heard that at that time, many people swore that what they had seen with their own eyes would never be fake. This kind of thing is the same thing, both true and false, and there is no way to distinguish between truth and falsehood. Here's the thing—"

"Not long after the establishment of the Commune, there were many people, and no one had to count exactly who and how many people were in a team. This story was first discovered by a farmer surnamed Li. Every day when he eats a big pot of rice, he finds that there is always a strange person on time at his table. The man was strong, like an iron tower. Every day when the meal is served, he always shows up on time. He wore a shabby hat with his trouser legs pulled up, as if he had just come up from work in the fields, but there was no mud on his trouser legs. When the meal was served, several others gathered around to eat and laugh loudly, but he just ate with his head bored, neither taking off his hat nor talking to others. The table where he was eating was not very conspicuous because it was a dark corner, and such a tall man never attracted much attention at first. He ate quickly, and when others were almost finished, he had already finished eating early. No one noticed when he left. ”

"The Commune was not long ago, and there were many people, and no one knew which production team it was. Because they ate at the same table, after a long time, the peasant surnamed Li gradually noticed him. Even if he took the initiative to talk to him, the strange man would not answer, and every time he asked, the strange man would disappear a little earlier than usual. The peasant surnamed Li began to think that the man's surname was weird and he didn't like to talk to people. The farmer surnamed Li was also curious. Gradually, he found that no one had ever seen the man in the whole commune, when they were working together. When I asked the production team, they all said that there was no such person in the production team - such a tall and conspicuous No. 1 person, as long as he described it a little, he was impressed, and he didn't know if there was such a person in the team. ”

The strange man with the hat seemed to know that the peasant surnamed Li was investigating him, and for the next few days he appeared very late every day, and on several occasions he hurried away before he had finished his meal—the peasant surnamed Li kept an eye on him, but did not find out how he went. ”

For the next two months, the hat-wearing strange man never appeared again. Just when the farmer surnamed Li thought that this guy who cut the queue would never appear again, he appeared as usual, eating at the same table and in the same place, as if nothing had happened. The farmer surnamed Li was confused for more than half a year, thinking that he couldn't let him escape this time, and he must find out his true face. He poured some food into the rice bowl and pretended to eat some, but his eyes kept on the strange man. ”

As soon as the strange man turned around, he put the rice bowl and followed quickly. Wherever the strange man went, he went, and when he was in a hurry, he heard the strange man whisper, 'You man, I'm just eating, why do you keep pestering me?'"

"The farmer surnamed Li didn't pay attention to it, but just said, 'I just want to see your face!', and followed briskly. The strange man walked up and down in the densely populated cafeteria, but it was like running. Seeing that he was about to run out of the door, the man surnamed Li shouted, 'Catch him, catch the man wearing the hat, right at the door!'"

His cry immediately drew the attention of all the people in the commune canteen, and the strange man hurried, took three steps and made two steps, and stepped to the north-facing gate of the canteen, and a few arrows up the steps. The peasant surnamed Li pushed aside the crowd and rushed to follow, but at the door, as if struck by lightning, remained motionless, and then let out an exclamation. The whole cafeteria was startled, and a large group of people chased after them, and then they found nothing—behind the stone steps was a flat ground, and standing on the steps, there was anyone around them who could see at a glance. Everyone calculates that at this time, the strange man will definitely not be able to run far, but the fact is that so many people, chasing so far, have not seen a figure. Afterwards, everyone asked the man surnamed Li why he screamed. ”

"The man trembled, his face turned pale, and he seemed to be frightened, and it took him a long time to tell the truth: 'He chased the strange man out of the gate, and saw with his own eyes that the strange man had run a few steps up the steps, and suddenly pressed on his hat, and flew away, and in a moment turned into a black dot and disappeared. ”

"It's hard to tell whether this is true or not. After I went to the cafeteria, it was really a flat land outside the north gate, not even a tree was planted, and there was no place to hide. From the strange man running out of the cafeteria door to the crowd chasing him out, it was only a few blinks of an eye, and it was impossible to run far, and no one could say what was going on. This incident caused a stir in that commune, and everyone said that it was a god. The only ones who can fly are probably immortals. ”

This Taoist priest said it vividly, as if it was false and suspicious, not only Du Ruoyao was fascinated by it, but Lin Junxuan was also fascinated.

"Can people fly? This thing should be fake, right?" Du Ruoyao shook her head and said seriously.

"Little girl, I haven't seen it, I can't say that it really doesn't exist. No one can say for sure. The Taoist priest said: "That hat man is just a meal, but the farmer surnamed Li is nosy, he was sent by heaven, and his descendants were cut off." I heard that he is still alive. ”

Du Ruoyao was fascinated by what she heard, squatting in front of the Taoist priest, not moving for a long time, her eyelashes blinking, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

"Old man, do you know why this place is called Spirit Turtle Peak?" Du Ruoyao asked suddenly.

"That's a good question," the old Taoist priest glanced at Du Ruoyao appreciatively: "This peak is like a spirit turtle lying on the surface of the river, and the older generation all say that the bottom of this spirit turtle peak is actually empty, and there is another world below!"

"Ah!" Du Ruoyao exclaimed. Lin Junxuan has no expression, there are many such legends around the world, and it is difficult to say whether they are true or false.

"Well, there's actually a story about this, and this story came down from my grandfather's generation, and many of the older generation believed it, and they all said that this legend was true. ”

"Old man, tell me quickly!" The old Taoist priest looked like a master, stroked the Taoist beard under his chin, and said: "Listen to me slowly, this incident should have happened in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, and it was the time when the revolution was raging outside, but we are in a remote area, no matter how bad the revolution is, it has not been affected here." Suddenly, one day, there was a thick fog all around Linggui Peak for dozens of miles, and people couldn't see half a meter away in the fog, which had never happened before, and no one understood what was going on. The people in the mountains didn't understand anything, and only said that the spirit turtle spit out essence, but they were afraid that there would be a big disaster. Soon after the mist appeared, a Taoist priest came to the mountain, and he said that there was another world below the Spirit Turtle Peak, and now the seal between the two worlds had been loosened, and a man in the month of Zi Nian Zi Yue entered the Spirit Turtle Peak with a seal to reseal it. ”

"Did the Taoist priest find it?"

"I found it, and the man did what the Taoist priest said, and entered the belly of the mountain with the Taoist talisman. But unexpectedly, the passage could only enter and not exit, and as soon as the man's Dao talisman was hung up, the whole mountain shook and collapsed the passage. The man was trapped at the bottom of the mountain and never came back!"

After that, the old Taoist priest brushed up his sparse Taoist whiskers slightly, his eyes swept over Lin Junxuan's face, and his heart moved: "Young man, it's so familiar! When did I seem to have seen you?"

"The old man is joking, I'm only eighteen years old this year, and this time I'm just returning to my hometown to worship my ancestors, how could you have seen me?"

"Strange," the old Taoist priest thought about it for a moment, and then smiled: "That's right, you don't look very old, I can't have seen you." ”

"Sir, tell me quickly, is this gone? Du Ruoyao looked at the old Taoist priest with a blank eye.

"That's it. ”

"That's it?"

"That's it!" the old Taoist priest said with great affirmation, suddenly remembering something, and continued: "By the way, I remember that the man who was chosen by the Taoist priest seems to be surnamed Li, called Li Longtu. ”

Lin Junxuan has seen a lot of such mythical stories, and he was still a little absent-minded. When the name 'Li Longtu' came into his ears, Lin Junxuan's whole body was shocked, he sat up straight, and the old Taoist priest added a sentence in his ears: "It seems to be from Lijia Village in the north of the city." ”

"Boom!" Lin Junxuan was shocked in his mind, Li Longtu was his grandfather's father, that is, the name of Taigong, and the village where his grandfather was located was Lijia Village.

This kind of rural legend would actually involve his own princess! Lin Junxuan was full of doubts in his heart. In general rural legends, most of the characters mentioned in the legends are unknown, so it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, and there are few such direct names.

"Old man, how do you know that the person who entered the belly of the mountain is called Li Longtu?" Lin Junxuan asked, this rural legend was related to Taigong, his heart was shaken, but his face did not show it.

"I don't know, this thing is about a Jiazi before, I was not born at that time, how do I know, that is, the old people of the previous generation, passed down from generation to generation," the Taoist priest stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Nowadays people believe in science, but before Yijiazi, people in the mountains and fields still believed that there were ghosts and gods! The older generation said that it was true, and after Li Longtu left with the Taoist priest, he never appeared again. ”

"Old gentleman, are there any other strange stories here?" Lin Ruoyao was not interested in studying the legends, she was only interested in listening to the story itself.

"Yes, there are, but the others are scattered, and after a long time, I can't remember some of them clearly, where can I explain them to you. There are many legends of the previous generation, but the children and grandchildren don't believe it, so they treat it as an ordinary story and forget it after listening to it. ”

Du Ruoyao took out a hundred-yuan bill and handed it over with a smile: "Old man, thank you! Next time, you have to collect some more stories, and I will come to listen to your stories again!"

The old Taoist priest did not refuse, and took the money handed over by Du Ruoyao with a flat expression. When several pilgrims walked past the Taoist priest, the old Taoist suddenly stood up and shouted at a pilgrim dressed in armor: "This gentleman, please wait. The man frowned and turned around.

The old Taoist priest took out the Nokia from his arms and handed it over: "When you just looked at your appearance here, you forgot about it here." The man smiled happily and took the phone in thanks.

"Little girl, it's your first time here, let's go to the top first, by the way, you are all cultural people, there is a line of couplets on both sides of the temple door, I heard that it was left by a court member during the Guangxu period. Most of the pilgrims who come here are going to the couplet in addition to offering incense and vows, so go and see it. The old Taoist priest pointed to the temple on the mountain and said to Du Ruoyao.

"Thank you, sir. ”

"Hehe, go ahead, it'll be lunch time in a while, let's go. ”

Du Ruoyao hadn't been to the Spirit Turtle Temple yet, but Lin Junxuan had already been there once. At this moment, what he was thinking about was not this temple, but the legend that pointed out that the surname of the Tao was associated with the ancestral prince.

As soon as you step into the temple gate, there is a tall black iron incense burner, which is inserted with fine incense sticks more than one meter long and as thick as a thumb. Ten steps back from the incense burner is the vermilion gate of the temple. At the door, a wrinkled old monk in a robe with rosaries was sitting on a futon by the door, surrounded by a crowd of pilgrims.

"Did you see this pair of vermilion plaques, in fact, this couplet originally had only one sentence, which was inscribed on the side of the cliff facing the river of Linggui Peak. Speaking of this couplet, there is actually a history. The old monk said slowly.

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