My name is Leaf Wolf, and since the nineties, I've been involved in a business that few people know about.

Demolition of the temple.

Since ancient times, the temple demolition shop has belonged to the business of four doors under the lamp, and the other three doors are women, tomb robbery, and assassination.

The so-called darkness under the lamp means that you can't see the light, and the demolition of the temple is even more so.

Friends who don't understand may ask, isn't demolishing the temple just demolishing, what can't see the light?

The demolition of the temple in your opinion is the demolition of the Yang temple dedicated to the righteous god and officially canonized, such as Sanqing, Zhenwu, Rulai, Guanyin and other temples.

And what I demolished was a Yin Temple dedicated to scattered immortals and wild gods, lonely souls and wild ghosts, and five doors and eight categories.

The temple teaches people to practice, and the Yin Temple gives people convenience, and if you want to get it in front of you, you can see immediate results from worshipping the Yin Temple.

It seems that the Yin Temple is better, but everything in the world has a fixed number, and how much you take, you will definitely pay the corresponding price, and even the gains outweigh the losses.

It's like those who lack money to borrow usury, and those who ask for accounts go to local ruffians and hooligans, although the effect is immediate, but the consequences are endless.

The reason why some people do this is because most of the people who want to seek the temple do not know the origin of the Yin Temple.

The Yin Temple is generally built in the deep mountains and old forests, the Yin Qi is a forest, the north believes in shamans, so the Yin Temple is for demons, and the south uses the Mao method as a technique, so the Yin Temple is a ghost.

The temple was built for the demon in order to obtain aura and make money in the side door.

To set up a hall for ghosts is to build a party to worship those who have died unexpectedly and have not yet lived a long life, and use incense to calm grievances and prevent harm to others.

And I got into this business because it was meant to be like this.

Originally, I was supposed to be a rich third generation, because my grandfather was the abbot of a temple.

Speaking of this, most people will ask: "Since your grandfather is a monk, how can you have you, did he become vulgar later?" ”

This has to talk about a little-known secret of Buddhism, that is, many small temples are actually privately contracted.

For example, the "Fulong Temple" that once belonged to my family was not a Buddhist temple that was officially canonized, but was built privately by my grandfather.

Of course, if you want to eat this bowl of rice, you can't just build a temple, it has to do with the management of a large god and Buddha dojo.

The reason why our family was able to build a temple is because my grandfather was a playmate since he was a child, and when he became an adult, he didn't know what to do, and he escaped into the empty door, and all the way to be the host of a famous Buddhist temple dedicated to Jizo Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva Dao place is in the Fuze Mountain of Linqu County, in order to take care of the grandfather, the abbot specially allocated a piece of land at the foot of the Fuze Mountain, the grandfather built the undulating dragon temple, and since then he has become a monk, providing an incense field for good men and women to worship the Buddha.

On weekdays, my grandfather and father took care of the Buddhist temple, and my mother opened a small shop specializing in Buddhist items on the street leading to Fuze Mountain in Linqu County.

Don't look at the temple is small, the shop is not big, but the money of good men and women is the best to earn, everyone believes that worshipping the gods and Buddhas can be blessed, so on the way to worship, never stingy with money.

If I go on like this, I will be a proper rich third generation in the future.

But life inevitably changes, and the beginning of bad luck was the winter solstice in 1980.

On that day, my grandfather took my parents home to worship my ancestors, and prayed for the protection of my ancestors, because my mother was about to give birth.

On the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, there was a sudden rainstorm, and it was a violent storm of lightning and thunder.

There was no one on the shopping street, and the business in the store was surprisingly poor, and my mother complained: "If this rain falls on the first day of the new year, how much will I lose?" ”

"Then you have to admit that the sunny winter is rotten, and the sun is big every day after the beginning of winter this year, and it will definitely rain for a few days before the end of the year."

The rain continued to rain until noon the next day.

There was no one in the small temple, and the two of them were about to eat fast, when a deafening sound suddenly sounded outside, and everything in the temple shook violently.

"Oh no, there's an earthquake." Dad shouted.

"It's an earthquake, the mountain has collapsed, hurry up and find a place to hide." Grandpa said.

The two hurriedly ran out of the small temple, and then saw an extremely strange scene.

About twenty or thirty meters in front of the Fulong Temple, the soil washed away by the torrential rain flowed around in the form of thin mud, and the original position of the soil was exposed, revealing a pointed bluestone temple.

Most of the temples are built in beautiful places.

Of course, there are also special places built on cliffs and river centers.

But who has ever seen a temple buried in the earth?

The bluestone temple covers a small area, at most about ten square meters.

So, it should be a shrine.

In the gloomy rain curtain, every brick of the bluestone temple reflected a dark red light, and the rain was stained on it, like blood.

In the afternoon, the rain finally stopped, and a group of people went up and down the mountain to check out the bluestone temple.

Dad also had the courage to go over, only to see that the bottom of the bluestone temple was covered with thick tree roots, like a net pocket, firmly netting the stone foundation, so the mountain collapsed and failed to knock down the stone temple.

The terrifying thing is that countless fine tree roots are still entangled with dense human hands.

The severed hands were washed away by the rain and the mud was revealed, revealing a gray and purple complexion, and God knows how many years they had been buried in the soil.

The one who came to answer questions was Master Yan Jue, the lecturer in the temple of King Jizo Bodhisattva, whose status in the temple was second only to that of the abbot.

Master Yan Jue said: "This stone temple is called the 'Public Temple', which is a yin temple dedicated to lonely souls and wild ghosts, giving the deceased a space to rest, so there is no need for everyone to panic. ”

It is not surprising that Fukuzawa Mountain is a famous Buddhist mountain, the dojo of Jizo Bodhisattva, and many good men and women will be secretly buried in the mountain by their families after they die.

But this public temple is next to my family's Fulong Temple, if you let good men and women know that this is a place for the dead to stop, no one will come to Fulong Temple.

So Grandpa pulled Master Yan Jue to the side and said softly: "Master, you have to demolish this temple, otherwise, it will affect the feng shui of Fulong Temple." ”

Master Yan Jue was very troubled: "Mr. Ye, what you said is simple, but who has ever seen a monk demolish a temple?" ”

"If this temple is not demolished, no one will enter my Fulong Temple."

"Everything is a matter of fortune, and you can't force it." With that, Master Yan Jue turned around and left.

"Dad, what should I do?" Dad asked Grandpa.

After pondering for a moment, Grandpa said, "Don't worry about it, I have my own way." ”

That night, my father was preparing dinner when he suddenly felt a fire outside.

Dad suddenly had an ominous premonition, and rushed out of the temple, only to see that the bluestone temple had been engulfed in flames.

Some villagers who knew him shouted: "Master Xiaoye, Master Ye is in the temple, and he can't persuade him." ”

Dad hurriedly rushed to the front of the bluestone temple, but the fire was too big for people to enter.

I saw that my grandfather was burning with a raging fire, but he didn't feel any pain, dancing in it, laughing and saying to his father: "Da Linzi, your father is going to become an immortal, and from now on, there will be no shortage of wealth and glory in our family." ”

Before the words fell, the temple collapsed, flames and dust rose into the air, and the falling masonry pressed the grandfather firmly underneath.