There is a living spring at the base of the index finger peak of Wufeng Mountain, and the bubbling surface water does not stop all year round. The monks of the temple carried out a simple cofferdam dam at the spring to open a canal, and led the spring water from the mountainside to the artificial pool behind the temple.

The pool overflows with water that flows into the artificial fish pond. The overflowing water of the fish pond then found its way out from behind the temple, and flowed happily all the way down the mountain.

The water overflowing from the fish pond jumps over two low slopes and creates a small pool below the temple foundation, along which an unrepaired, artificially trampled path leads to the bottom of the mountain.

Zhang Saiwen originally thought that the water in this pool was the domestic sewage of the temple. The little novice smiled and told him that the answer was very different.

Long ago, the living water of the original Index Finger Peak did flow straight down the mountain. The shallow gully washed out by the current is still visible to the naked eye. In recent years, the gully has dried up completely, and the bottom of the gully is overgrown with vigorous weeds.

This surface water flows to the foot of the mountain, which originally nourished a small village living in the mountains. Later, the villagers found that the mountain spring water they relied on for survival was gradually drying up, and they also organized the young and strong laborers in the village to go up the mountain to find water sources many times.

The years when the spring water completely dried up was the peak of incense in the temple. The young and middle-aged people in the village are staunch successors to socialism. I have never believed in any demons and monsters, let alone the old abbot of the temple who said that "cause and effect and reincarnation" must be said.

For this reason, the young and strong laborers of the village clashed with the temple more than once in order to grab water. There were even two large-scale fights. In the end, the government stepped forward to forcibly suppress the fierce opposition of the village with the demand of "rebuilding the famous mountains and rivers".

The government provided the village with running water in advance. This thrilling battle for water came to an end.

The village is connected to running water, but the original paddy fields can only be converted into dry land. The old village chief had the idea of digging an artificial canal from the other end of the hill and bringing the water over.

However, after the field investigation, it was found that although the direction of the water flow was only a temple distance at the source. But let everyone deeply understand what it means to "be a little bit bad enough to be a thousand miles wrong." ”

After the mountain spring water overflows from the temple's landscape fish pond, it flows unstoppably down the slope and flows in the other direction of the mountain. Eventually, most of the water flowed into a limestone cave and disappeared without a trace, and a small part of the water source flowed and flowed small, and finally disappeared completely to the surface.

The people of the village have been talking about it for generations, since the battle for water ended in the defeat of the village. Every household no longer believes in Buddhism, and some villagers who once believed in the great monks on the mountain because of the convenience of the buildings near the water. He did not hesitate to completely smash the Buddha that his family invited from the mountain to worship.

Since then, the villagers have never had contact with the temple, and the monks of Wufeng Temple have made a fortune every time they travel. They also consciously avoided the villages below the mountain and sought to be far away, and everyone was safe.

But this is more and more cosmetic. Under the calm wind, the undercurrent is surging more and more turbulent.

Zhang Saiwen didn't even have to deliberately visit, he went to the house of the oldest villager in the village to gossip a few words casually. It didn't take long to connect the rumors with the humanities and county records in the library.

Under the removal of the false and the true, it was found that there was only one true information: the unexpected rise of Wufeng Temple was only because the official needed to declare a scenic spot that could be rated and could be famous.

The parents of the shepherd waved their chubby fingers and spoke briefly to the heads of religious affairs. With a single sentence, a dilapidated Taoist temple was changed into a so-called thousand-year-old temple covering an area of dozens of acres and carved beams and paintings.

On the side of the artificial canal simply dug by the monks, the vegetation appears more lush because of the long-term water vapor nourishment. The temple has also built a drainage system for treating domestic sewage on the outside side of the temple.

Outside the temple walls, in the middle of the dense forest, there is a huge septic tank.

Locals have a tradition of going up the mountain to pick up wild mushrooms during the rainy season every year. When the children carry their baskets up the mountain to collect mushrooms, they occasionally see shadowy figures cleaning septic tanks in the dense forest. There are curious and bold children, and when the monks cover the manhole covers, they will get closer to find out.

Among the filth cleaned out of the septic tank, there are a lot of things that do not dissolve in the dirt. When the rain clears up, young children can pick up colorful and resilient balloons in the manure diluted by the rain that the monks have cleaned up.

Not only are these balloons extremely tough, but they are also very malleable. The balloons in the small shop blow up the children's cheeks until they hurt and it is difficult to blow them up to the point of transparency.

But this is not the case with these scavenged balloons. With an easy blow, the volume can simply be infinitely larger. It is widely welcomed and loved by a group of half-grown children.

Another inconvenient thing about the balloon is that the mouth for blowing is too wide. When blowing, it is convenient to agitate the cheeks, but it is not easy to tie tightly when piercing.

The child's hand is still in the growth and development stage, and the coordination of the ten fingers is not so good. Many times when you blow it up and want to prick your mouth, one is not careful. The air that finally blows up will run away all at once.

Picking up balloons has become the best pastime for these half-grown children to collect mushrooms during the off-season and after school. But after all, the temple is far away from the village, and there are many inconveniences for a round trip to climb the hill and cross the hill.

Therefore, the children who knew that they could pick up balloons outside the temple courtyard wall were only a few bold and careful. In the rainy season of that year, things took a turn for the better, and among the few children who often went to the temple to pick up mushrooms.

The older child came back in the evening with a look of horror and told his parents that they had seen the bones of a child in the compost outside the temple when they were collecting mushrooms during the day.

Under the parents' questioning, the child stumbled and said that when they used a tree branch to pull the compost to find the balloon, it felt as if they had pulled out the bones of a child.

The child swore that it must be a child's bone. From the trunk bones of the limbs to the skull, everything can be clearly pieced together to form a complete skeleton of a person. It's just that the body looks very small, and it feels like a very small child.

The child's parents were dumbfounded, and after repeated inquiries, they called a group of villagers who were also croppers. A group of people carry hoes and scimitars as makeshift weapons, and let the older children lead the way to find out. When the villagers arrived at the place, they only saw the sewage from the forest composting flowing sideways.

Several adults searched for it repeatedly, and even dug up and flattened the compost. I almost dug three feet into the ground and didn't find the bones of the child that the child said. Some villagers have thought about composting in the forest:

If all this fertilizer is put into the crops at the foot of the mountain, won't it save a lot of money on fertilizer?

Later, after being reminded by the people who traveled with me, I remembered that the mountain was high and the slope was steep. It is not very likely that these organic fertilizers will be brought to the dry land at the foot of the mountain. Just think about it.

Later, it was rumored that a child in Wufeng Temple was pressed into a dung pit and drowned. The children who often go to look for balloons are all beaten by their parents until they run around the village, and chickens and dogs jump.

The villagers' hatred for the great monk on the mountain deepened a little more.