I rubbed my eyes, how could it be an illusion in broad daylight?

Even the drops of sweat on the foreheads of the two monks could be seen clearly.

"Hey! Donor! Ah, no...... Master! I shouted at the temple.

The two monks looked up, wiped their sweat, and touched me for a long time before they saw me.

"Early in the morning, where are you going to Gaha?" One asked.

"How did you get there?" Another asked.

It's a local monk, and the accent of the taxi driver yesterday can't be said to be similar, it can only be said to be the same as a dime.

As the saying goes, foreign monks can chant scriptures, and local monks are generally professional monks who come to work.

Regardless of whether it is a monk who can recite scriptures, after a night of turmoil, I finally saw a living person, I hurried through the sea buckthorn path down, the back door of the temple was open, two monks came over, looking at me with reproachful eyes.

I bowed deeply and took out five powder bills from my pocket: "Amitabha, two masters, in Xia Jiu heard the name of Fucheng Hanyin Temple, yesterday came to visit, but it was too late, there was no one in the temple, so I could only stay on the mountain for one night, this is a vulgar expression in the next point, and I hope the masters will laugh and accept." ”

Stretch out your hand and don't hit the giver, this is true everywhere.

The two monks glanced at each other, one of them saluted back, took the money with a small movement, and stuffed it into his own clothes instead of the Buddha: "Donor, please come into the house and have tea." ”

“…… Is there a fasting meal? "I asked cheekily, I haven't eaten since noon yesterday, waiting to eat Song Lei's seat, but I didn't expect that this guy hung up four years ago, and the whole village ate the banquet.

"Yes, donor, wait a minute!"

One monk went to cook porridge, and the other led me to their dormitory, and I paid attention to it along the way, and the ground in the temple courtyard was full of square green bricks, and there were indeed no tombstones.

"Donor, when we came in the morning, we saw a suitcase at the entrance of the temple, isn't it yours?" The monk asked.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot, I put it there last night." I say.

The monk went to bring me the suitcase, the phone was about to run out of battery, they had power in the room, and even WIFI, I charged the phone, while drinking tea, while checking what is called "Liaodong does not collect at night", this is the only clue I remember last night.

I guessed wrong, it's not the brand of Tombstone.

There is an introduction in Baidu.

Night does not close: a unique title for a sentinel or spy in the Ming Dynasty's Liaodong border defense army.

Mainly in the border army of the Ming Dynasty, responsible for going deep into the territory of the Jurchens to spy on the military situation, if you encounter a small force of Jurchen forces or military targets of important value, you may attack it, get a little cheap and leave, in this sense, it can be understood as a combination of modern scouts and special forces.

But that was 400 years ago, what does it have to do with Song Lei?

Could it be that this "night does not collect" organization is still there today?

I remembered again that in the cemetery group I saw last night, most of the deceased were from the Qing Dynasty, and it stands to reason that after the Ming Dynasty was destroyed by the Qing Dynasty, the "Night No Collection" organization under the Ming military system should also be disbanded, why would it run through the entire Qing Dynasty - wait, maybe, what I saw last night may not be true?

The monk brought millet porridge, stir-fried small green vegetables, pickles, and steamed buns bought from the town.

I've never liked northern food, but I'm so hungry today.

After eating, I pretended to chat, and talked to the two monks, wanting to know more clues, the two monks were locals after all, and they knew the origin of the Nine Immortal Caves in more detail.

Legend has it that at the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the Ming army and the Houjin army fought a battle on this mountain, and many people died, because it was one of a series of battles, the battle was fierce, and the two sides did not have time to clean up the battlefield, so that the mountain was full of corpses, exposed to the sun for many days, and some of them were highly decomposed, and they all turned into the soil.

It wasn't until nearly half a year later, when the war slowed down a little, that the Houjin troops remembered this matter and came to deal with the aftermath, because they couldn't tell who was who, and they couldn't even tell which side the body was, so they could only gather in one place and bury it hastily.

After the group of Houjin soldiers left, the local residents found that there were nine more holes in the mountain.

Since then, the town under the mountain has often been haunted, the residents can not bear the disturbance, gradually moved away, the town, into a village, the village, and then into a tunzi, probably in the Yongzheng years, the tunzi was also deserted.

Until the end of the Qing Dynasty, the tide of the eastern part of the country surged, this side was re-inhabited, because the surrounding land is very suitable for grapes, apples, apricots and other fruits to grow, more and more people came, the small village re-prospered, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, the village was renamed "turn over", the mountains and mountains are counted, there are nearly 1,000 residents.

However, in 1976, another paranormal incident occurred here, so much so that the whole village was scared away......