The snow is over, and I can't sleep at night and hug my fists to say goodbye to the white-haired old woman.

Before leaving, the white-haired old lady took out a wine gourd from home, filled it with warm soju, respectfully held it, and persuaded her to drink and warm herself on the sleepless road at night.

Sleepless at night and thanks, the wind and snow in the rivers and lakes dyed frost clothes, only this simple farmer friendship made him feel like a warm spring breeze.

Following the direction she had instructed, in a short time they were on the road.

It is said that it is a big road, but it is actually not very wide, and it can be used by three people in parallel.

Under the snow, there are a lot of sharp and hard stones, and it is quite slippery to step on. Along the downhill slope, you have to be careful, if you are not careful, you will fall and eat.

After going down for three or four miles, rounding a few turns, turning a few steep roads, I picked a dead branch at night, carefully plucked the snow on the road, and probed whether the bottom was solid.

He was afraid that there would be a dark hole under the snow, and he would fall down, and if he fell deeply, no matter how good his light work was, it would be useless.

This journey, after an hour, the sky is about to be darkened, only at the end of the field of vision, in the layers of snow, I see a temple that is neither tall nor short.

The bricks of the temple were black and the walls were scrawled with handwriting and scratches, and layers of moss were spreading, and the moss was stained with snow.

The snow is still falling, outlining this temple like a lonely city in the wind and snow.

Sleepless at night walked to the front, looked at the horizontal wood directly above, and hung three gray gold characters, "Guanwang Temple".

The font is thin, with a fine pen, and the corners of the words are like bamboo leaves blooming, with a rich charm and rushing to the face.

This kind of handwriting, sleepless at night happens to be recognized, it is the official family of the Song Dynasty, once for the north of the country hunting, unruly, canonized himself as the Daojun Emperor Zhao Ji created a thin gold body.

These three words must be a Danqing skillful hand, calligraphy master imitation, otherwise how can it be so godlike?

It's just that Guan Er's grandfather is brave and brave, and his temple inscription, judging from the shallow view of sleepless nights, should be decorated with Yan and Liu characters, or Ou Gong is strong, such as a dangerous stone towering, lonely and cold, how to use Huizong?

Perhaps since the Song Dynasty, the people began to worship Guan Erye as the god of martial wealth, and the god of wealth sent wealth, with the word royal wealth, which is also extremely appropriate.

Ye Wuxian shook his head, and looked at a row of wind erosion small characters next to him, which read: The fifteenth year of Jiading of the Great Song Dynasty was established in winter.

"Jiading Fifteen Years ......"

Sleepless at night, I calculated for a while, and corresponded to the years of the emperors of the past dynasties, and finally calculated that this temple was built three hundred years ago, not a year.

"More than 300 years have passed, and this temple has not fallen, it is rare to be like this."

Pushing the door and entering, entering the temple, a dusty air hit the nose, and the statue of Guan Gong came into view.

The bronze and gold body is about a zhang long, majestic, lifelike, two King Kong eyes, angry eyes at the Eastern Wu rats; A jujube red face, Weizhen Cao Wei wolf soldier.

The right hand stretched forward, like Zhang Zhaolie's ambition to restore the world; The left hand bent back, holding the gold ingots that the people coveted.

"Huh? Gold ingots? ”

The first time I saw the statue of Guan Gong holding a gold ingot, it was strange. Maybe it's because of the position of the god of martial arts, right?

Sleepless at night, he looked at the gold ingot builder for a while, although he was surprised, he didn't think much about it, and immediately looked away and looked left and right.

On the left guarded the righteous Zhou Cang, holding the Qinglong Yanyue Knife; On the right stood the eldest son, Guan Ping, holding the seal of the tiger talisman.

The three statues, although they have been covered with dust for a long time, are implicated in cobwebs, and even insect corpses are scattered. But there is a spirit of loyalty and righteousness, which will come after thousands of years.

Guan Yu, a man who only worshiped as a marquis during his lifetime, was posthumously named a prince and a king because of his loyalty and bravery. Even a few decades later, at the cat slave emperor of the Ming Dynasty, he was also crowned emperor.

This temple was built in the Jiading period of the Southern Song Dynasty, when the latest title of Guan Gong was the title of Emperor Xiaozong of the Southern Song Dynasty in the 14th year of Chunxi, "the king of Zhuang Miao Yi Yongwu An Yingji".

Therefore, the inscription of the temple "Guanwang Temple" is indeed in line with the times.

In the national dynasty, Emperor Xianzong was awarded the title of "King Chongning Righteous and Brave Wu'an"; Last year, the Zhengde Emperor of Daxing, in the fourth year of Zhengde, renamed all the Guangong temples in the Ming Dynasty as "Zhongwu Temple".

This temple is thought to be hidden in the mountains and forests, inaccessible, the government is not profitable early, and is too lazy to change, so it is to retain the "Guanwang Temple" of the title of the Song Dynasty, and he has to go.

There was no futon on the ground, and he didn't dislike the thick dust when he didn't sleep at night, so he directly bent his knees and worshiped Guan Gong and the three of them.

It was almost dark, but the snow was still falling, and if nothing happened, he would have stayed in this temple tonight.

As the old saying goes, "One person does not enter the temple, two people do not observe the well, and three people do not hug the tree." ”

In ancient times, the ruined temple in the wild often became a habitat for wild beasts, and the strongman hid dirt and dirt, so the ancestors instructed that they should not enter the temple easily, so as not to kill themselves.

But in this wilderness, the wind and snow are bone-chilling, if you don't support yourself in this Guandi Temple, where will you go to spend the night?

There is no light in the hand, there must be no moon in the sky, and if you come down in one night, even if you go against the realm, you are likely to die in this winter night.

In contrast, Guanwang Temple is a safe place.

In this temple, it is also convenient to stay overnight.

In addition to the main hall in the center, there is an ear room on the left and right. There is also a kitchen room in the left ear room.

On the stove, which had already collapsed, sat a rusty iron pot. The middle half of the pot of dirty water is allowed to stand, and a thin layer of ice is formed on the water surface, with impurities such as ash and slag in between.

There were several loose bundles of dry firewood piled up next to the stove, as well as chips and knives, twisted tongs, broken bowls, flints, and glowing chimneys.

Obviously, in this Guanwang Temple, there have been people living in it before. It may be a temple keeper, or it may be a passer-by who sleeps at night.

He made several rounds to make sure that there was no one in the main hall, the left and right ear rooms, and the kitchen, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Take out the big iron pot, pour dirty water, put a few large pieces of snow into it, light the firewood with flint and steel in the kitchen, boil the snow until it boils, boil and clean the pot, prevent the residue of disease and filth, wipe it up and down, take it out and pour it.

This time, the snow cubes were taken to boil formal water, which was used for bathing, hot wine, drinking, etc.

"Wow"

It was completely dark, and I couldn't sleep enough to close the door of the main hall of the temple, lock it again, and make sure that I couldn't easily push it open from the outside, and then returned to the kitchen.

He was ready to wait for the water to boil hot, opened the back door of the kitchen, went out to take a shower, changed into the man's clothes, and then went to sleep in the kitchen.

This temple is said to be small and not small, the furniture and utensils are even relatively complete, and there are wooden beds in the left and right ear rooms, and the beds are covered with hay that I don't know what year and month they piled up.

I was sleepless at night and was afraid that there would be fleas in it, and I would not die in winter, so I simply gave up the plan to sleep in bed and prepared to deal with it in the kitchen for a night.

The firewood crackled and burned, the flames jumped, and the dark shadows slowly hid the kitchen walls.

The winter night in the deserted village was quiet and terrible, the sound of sleepless breathing was faint and inaudible, and a face was tense, red and white reflected by the firelight.

He sat alone, and inevitably felt lonely and sad.

He misses Luo Xiangzhu, Zhou Xian, and even Li Dong. Now, if one of them were here, he would feel better.

The faint sound of the poem that he improvised after drinking on the night of the palace sounded in his ears.

"Who is like me in the cold wind, singing and drinking the moon and sinking west!"