The eight men of Ping'an Town came to the boundary of this Qingshui Temple for the first time, and it was estimated that they were more than ten miles away from the town.

This mountain road is overgrown with weeds, has long covered up the traces of the road surface, the mountain gate is in disrepair, the plaque "Qingshui View" inlaid above the mountain gate has been blurred, the tiles on the top of the wall are incomplete, it seems that a gust of wind can blow off the ground, the gaps between the tiles between the walls have grown a few feet high small trees, and the eyes are full of desolation.

They have all seen the magnificent Xinglong temple in the south of the city, and they can't help but feel that this Taoist temple is dilapidated, not even as good as their own home, and what should be repaired has not been repaired, and what should be cleaned has not been cleaned. The Taoist temple is broken bricks and tiles, overgrown with weeds, no wonder some people in the town say that this is the broken place where the Taoist chief sleeps.

After everyone carried the urn coffin to the main hall of the temple according to the requirements, they said that they were going back immediately, although there was only a statue of the ancestor of Qingshui Guan in the empty hall, and an incense case, but the dead leaves were all over the ground, so that there was no place to settle here.

Speaking of this Qingshui view, the history is also long, located in the northern suburbs of Ping'an County on the hill for almost two hundred years, in the generation of the master of Ma Hu, it is still quite famous, but it is slowly deserted when it comes to the generation of Ma Hu.

Because thirty years ago, when he was still a little Taoist boy, his master and a few senior brothers never returned after coming down the mountain, and he went out to look for it several times, but he couldn't find any news. It is difficult for him to hold up the entire mountain gate alone, so he can only watch the sect decline, the gate court falls, the incense is not good, and he has become a lazy image, which is not liked by the world.

In sharp contrast is the Xinglong Temple in the south of the city, the mountain gate is magnificent, the temple is splendid, each big Buddha is gilded, the Buddha is full of light, the treasure is solemn, the good men and women are endless, the incense is prosperous, the door is like the city.

But just to worship the Buddha, the sesame oil money is not something that ordinary villagers can afford, because if you go to make a wish, you have to make a vow, a second vow, three vows, sometimes every fifteenth day of the new year, you have to go, but also to fight for the head of the incense, or want to get the monk's enlightenment items are even more terrible.

If you invite these monks to overtake the dead, it is also a big expense, and the Taoist priest only needs to invite one, and there is no additional charge for those with one or two apprentices. As soon as the monk is invited, he has to invite a group, plus at least ten team leaders, because there are many people who can scare ghosts. A group of people kept chanting around the body with wooden fish in their mouths, making sure that the dead soul could be at peace? Then the scriptures had to be recited for seven days and seven nights in the homes of the rich and noble, and those who needed specific scriptures or wanted to add scriptures had to tell the eldest brother in the lead, there are too many scriptures of monks, otherwise what is the use of reciting the whole Diamond Sutra, the Lotus Sutra, the Yijin Sutra, and the scriptures that have no business relationship with the dead soul? Anyway, the dead soul will not understand it.

Therefore, ordinary villagers still like to deal with Taoist priests, not only to do cheap rituals, but also to see a doctor and a doctor, and to feel very close. These Taoist priests often walk the streets, and when you need them, he will come, and he can tell you his fortune if he has nothing to do, and if there is anything, he will pick what you like to say, and then tell those women and children about the strange things in other towns, similar to the storyteller. As for which Taoist and Buddhist scriptures are good, everyone doesn't know, anyway, you can comfort your relatives who need to be exceeded, as for which sub-scriptures are recited, the poor don't care so much, anyway, everyone can't understand it.

Ma Daochang did not stay, and asked everyone to go back quickly while it was not completely dark. He also lit a few lanterns in the main hall and hung them, and then lit nine oil lamps in the middle of the hall, and formed a nine-star formation around the urn coffin, and then took out a piece of rune paper, pasted it on the wall and the door indiscriminately, and then pulled out a bench, and Xiaoliu gnawed on the roast chicken and drank wine, and after a while, he was a little drunk, lying on the bench and falling asleep, and the monkey Xiaoliu also ran to lie down behind the statue of the ancestor master.

And this sleep, until Ma Daochang himself fell off the bench in a daze, Ma Daochang patted his ass and stood up, yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes, the cool breeze of the night also blew into the hall at the right time, stirring leaves, dust, candles, and the flames of the nine oil lamps were blown by the wind and kept swaying, Xiaoliu also jumped down from under the beam, ran over and climbed on Ma Hu's shoulder and shouted out of the door.

"It seems that Poor Dao's guess is not wrong, it's really you! Come out" The cold wind blew, and most of the wine woke up, Ma Daochang burped and said to the dark door.

When the lights flickered, a hazy black shadow suddenly jumped out of the gate, and Ma Daochang was already holding a long iron sword in his hand, because the wind and sand were too big, he could only squint at the black shadow that jumped out.

I saw the black shadow pounce up, and shouted in his mouth: "Master, Xiaoliu, I'm here!"

The black shadow that ran over turned out to be Jing Wujie!

It turned out that this doll took advantage of the fact that his father and mother were asleep, and secretly ran out, he had already inquired about the location of the Qingshui Temple on weekdays, and after coming out this night, he identified the direction, and went out with a deep foot, and it took several hours to get a shallow foot, and finally arrived at the Qingshui Temple.

Ma Daochang looked at Jing Wujie, who was muddy and black like a loach, moved and helpless, and even more glad, if he met that person on the road, he didn't know if this baby was alive.

"Unbounded, this place is not a place for you to stay, something very dangerous will happen soon, but now it's time to go, it's impossible to go now, I have to guard the urn coffin, I just hope that nothing happens before dawn, if something really happens, you just hide behind the ancestor statue, you know?"

Jing Wujie said loudly, "Master, I'm not afraid, didn't you say that I have a spiritual root?

When he said this, he shuddered, "I always felt that there were a lot of people following me! A large crowd was right behind me, so I ran all the way." ”

"That's with you. Before Ma Hu could finish his words, he heard someone approaching outside.

"It's very easy to become an immortal, become a ghost, do you want to be a little ghost under my seat!" At this time, a gloomy voice came from outside the door, the wind was also blowing, and there was a whining sound, like a ghost crying, like a wolf howling!

"Mom, someone is really following!" Jing Wujie shouted.

"It's here!" Ma Dao Chang immediately pulled Jing Wujie behind him and raised the long sword in his hand.

"Stinky Daoist, dare to spoil my good deeds!" A dark figure appeared at the door of the main hall. Looking out from the main hall, this figure sometimes appeared, and sometimes disappeared into the darkness, adding a bit of horror.

The wind is getting stronger, too! The oil lamps in the blowing hall seem to go out at any moment.

"I'll just say, although the poor road is not high, but in the past few decades, he has been mixed in the rivers and lakes, and he is still very accurate in distinguishing people and things!" Ma Daochang breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the person who came, it seemed that he had really guessed correctly, and he still hoped that his guess was wrong.

Jing Wujie looked at the person whose temperament had completely changed, and he was also stunned, the person who was amiable on weekdays, at this time his face was full of cruelty and viciousness.

"Uncle who makes mud jars?" Jing Wujie spat out a few words indistinctly.