The four of them climbed over a mountain and stood at the foot of a mountain. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info There is an antique temple in front of me, and there is a plaque on the temple, and the plaque reads the three big characters of the mountain temple.

"How about it? Yuting and I didn't lie to you, right? Don't look at this mountain temple as inconspicuous, Yu Tingzai and I took a closer look three years ago. Inside is a courtyard, the lobby is dedicated to the statue of the mountain god, in the middle is an incense burner, and on the left and right sides are the wings." Song Xuehui proudly looked at the closed temple gate in front of her, and explained to Zixu and Sun Yongnian.

Sun Yongnian showed a look of fear, and his legs were a little weak: "Actually, the sentence I want to hear the most is that let's go back."

"Are you sure?". Song Xuehui pointed to the sky and saw a few stars twinkling in the sky.

Sun Yongnian immediately thought of poisonous snakes and poisonous insects, and couldn't help but shudder in his heart, not daring to squeak.

Looking at Sun Yongnian with a frightened look, Zixu couldn't help but smile: "I'll knock on the door, you guys are waiting here."

"Good". Sun Yongnian replied without thinking, and at the same time looked cautiously at the closed temple door.

Zixu walked quickly to the temple gate, carefully examined the wooden gate, and then tapped with the ring on the door: "Is there anyone?"

Perhaps it was too much force, and the door opened without warning. A breath of precipitation over the years is coming.

Zixu turned to look at Fang Yuting, Song Xuehui and Sun Yongnian, pointed inside with his hand, and then turned around and walked in.

Fang Yuting followed without thinking, Song Xuehui glared at Sun Yongnian and followed closely with him.

Looking around the temple, the layout is exactly the same as what Song Xuehui said. But if you look closely, you can imagine that the left and right wings and the lobby are not bricks, but wooden houses.

There is a big tripod in the middle, and there is a stick of incense in the tripod that is slowly burning.

Through the window paper, you can see that there are two figures in the lobby, and the four of them can't help but be shocked, Sun Yongnian is so frightened that he almost turns around and runs away.

Zixu didn't think much about it, and subconsciously walked to the front of the lobby, and then gently knocked on the wooden door: "We are tourists passing by here, and it is getting late and we want to spend the night and ask the host's family to make it convenient."

The sound drifted through the wooden door and inside.

An old man kneels on a futon in front of the statue of the mountain god, followed by a young man.

Hearing the voice, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then showed a smile and did not look back to the young man and ordered: "Meeting is fate, the mountain god is kind to people, and it is his responsibility to relieve the suffering in the mountains." As a descendant of the Mo family, it is because of this belief that I uphold it. Mohua, bring them here."

"Yes, grandpa". Mo Hua looked at the old man, then turned around and walked in the direction of the gate. Their Mo family has been overseas for countless years, but because of their previous roots, they are in the mountains. The ancestors were named mountain gods by the imperial court at that time thousands of years ago, so every year on the birthday of the gods, they would come to worship. It's just that in the past few hundred years, the local feelings have gradually weakened, and the sacrificial things have gradually been abandoned. Later, the grandfather became the head of the family, and he brought up the matter again on the grounds that the mountain god had a dream, and set up rules. The head of the house must come once a year to make sacrifices in order to perpetuate the custom.

The door was opened, Mo Hua looked at the four people outside the door, and pointed inside: "My grandfather invited you in."

"Thank you". Zixu subconsciously saluted Mo Hua.

Seeing Zixu bowing and saluting, Mo Hua couldn't help but be stunned: "You actually know the ancient rites of Taoist priests?"

"Ancient rites?". Zixu was stunned by the question, and then reacted that this was not Guyun Village.

Fang Yuting, Song Xuehui and Sun Yongnian walked over, revealing puzzled eyes.

Mo Hua thought of the grandfather inside, and didn't dare to delay too much, and pointed inside again: "Everyone, please come in."

The four of them nodded and then followed Mo Hua inside.

A stick of incense burns in front of the statue, and sandalwood rushes to the face. Coupled with the statue of the god in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a trace of awe in his heart.

Mo Hua brought four futons and placed them one by one behind the old man.

Seeing that the futon was put away, Zixu looked at Fang Yuting, Song Xuehui and Sun Yongnian: "There is a way to follow the customs of the country, let's worship together."

"Yes". The three of them answered, and then walked to the futon.

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but look up to the four people behind him a little bit in his heart.

The four of them stood in front of the futon, looked at the statue of the mountain god, and then knelt down.

Fang Yuting, Song Xuehui and Sun Yongnian bowed three times, but subconsciously looked at Zixu but were stunned.

Purple Void still stood still, trying to kneel down but was stopped by an invisible force.

The old man stood up from the futon, turned to look at the four of them, and then his gaze fell on Zixu. Seeing that Zixu didn't worship, the good feeling just now instantly dissipated, revealing a displeased look.

Looking at this scene, Zixu knew that he had been misunderstood, so he frowned and gradually became angry in his heart.

The invisible force seemed to feel the anger of Zixu, and he didn't dare to stop him, so he could only kneel.

Just as Zixu knelt down, a thunderbolt exploded in his ears without warning, followed by a fierce wind and dark clouds rolling in.

The statue of the mountain god shook violently, and a crack spread.

Sun Yongnian looked at this scene and only felt that this was the result of a sudden change in the sky and the disrepair of the mountain god statue, so he subconsciously rejoiced: "Fortunately, there is a place to stay, if it is outside, it is estimated that it will become a soup chicken if it is not struck by lightning."

"Count it as if you said something normal." Song Xuehui echoed Sun Yongnian.

The old man frowned, not knowing what he was thinking, could all this really be the same as what the young man said?

Zixu didn't look at their demeanor, but bowed three times to the statue of the mountain god.

With a loud bang, the wind blew open the doors and windows, and the statue of the mountain god immediately turned to ashes.

Looking at this amazing scene, everyone was dumbfounded, and the gust of wind was inevitably too big.

A bolt of lightning pierced the dark clouds as if to illuminate the world, but then it turned into nothingness and was swallowed up by the night.

Bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky, and each one was faster than the other.

The old man looked at Mo Hua and instructed him, "Go and close the window again."

"Grandpa?". Mo Hua looked ahead, the place where the statue of the mountain god was placed was now empty, and asked subconsciously.

The old man waved his hand and looked out of the door: "It's just a long time of disrepair and a strong wind, and after going back this time, I will invite someone to reshape the golden body of the mountain god."

"Grandson understood". Mo Hua took a deep breath, seeing that there were four outsiders here after all, it was not good to say anything. As for the disrepair, that's just a pretext.

Looking at Mo Hua, who went to close the window, the old man looked at the four of Zixu: "There are two wings on the left and right, you can choose at will."

"Thank you". Zixu and the others expressed their gratitude to the old man.

The old man shook his head slowly, revealing a hint of apology: "There is nothing else in the temple, if there is any neglect, please Haihan."

"The elder is gracious." Zixu thanked the old man.

The old man looked ahead again, and saw the heavy rain pouring outside the house: "The four of you must be tired from climbing the mountain, so you might as well go to the wing room to rest."

The four of them nodded slowly, then turned around and walked outside the lobby.

Watching the four of them go away, the old man's gaze gradually deepened, and what did the statue of the mountain god portend when it turned into ashes.