The fourth day of July.

Everything is appropriate.

A great event is coming to Chijia Village. The Tutu Temple is built. The layman of Xingzi Temple holds the clay sculpture of Tudigong and puts the clay statue into the shrine under the watchful eyes of the whole village.

Then there was a simple process of praying for relief from disasters, and the sacrificial ceremony of the Tutu Temple was officially completed.

There is a monument in front of the temple.

The inscription on the inscription is a list of donations raised by Tutu Temple. The top two on the list are "Chi Xiutian" and "Chi Xiuyuan" who donated 500 yuan each.

Next, among the hundreds of households, the donations ranged from a few yuan to thirty or fifty yuan, and only four or five donated a hundred yuan.

Chijia Village is a small village, with a total population of just over 500. Except for the dozen or so households living on one side of Yikan, the other households are distributed at the foot of the surrounding mountains and on both sides of the road.

Send off the layman Xingzi Guan.

The villagers came to worship the Earth God one after another. Ikehashi Matsu followed him and left after lighting a stick of incense. The others did not leave in a hurry after worshiping and just talked on the side of the road.

"Brother Xiuda, maybe you can ask your Director Komatsu to help me."

"you say."

"My child wants to practice martial arts, and I would like to ask Director Xiaosong to help him join a class so that he can learn martial arts now, otherwise he will be wasted at home."

"Didn't you go to school?"

"I went there and couldn't answer the questions. I was beaten by the teacher, and then I didn't go to school even after being beaten to death."

"Then if he enters the martial arts hall, can he practice well? The teachers in the martial arts hall can't hit people as easily as the teachers in the school."

"It's okay, it's okay. If you don't practice martial arts well, you'll be beaten to death without surrender."

"Then I'll talk to Xiao Song later." Chi's father did not refuse this small favor - Chi Qiao Song's master is the chief instructor of the martial arts hall, and it is not a big deal to add a transfer student.

Chi's father was surrounded by people.

Chi's mother and second aunt were even immersed in the crowd of women, and they were so noisy that they couldn't hear what was being said.

The second uncle was also surrounded by people, chatting animatedly: "Yuanzi, your clothes must be from a famous brand."

"In my dream, the Lina brand was often advertised on TV. Komatsu insisted on buying one for me when I went to the mall. I said I carry a big shovel every day, so why should I wear this famous brand?"

"Director Xiaosong respects you as my uncle. Why don't you wear any clothes?"

"You can afford it now."

"Children buy clothes and just wear them. Rather than eating and drinking them, they won't fall off when worn."

"Yes, yes, Xiaosong is a filial child. I remember that your uncle raised him to poop and pee!"

The compliments from the villagers made the second uncle smile from ear to ear: "I didn't raise him seriously. I was poor at that time, so I just gave him rice and noodles. But no matter what, my eldest brother and sister-in-law were not at home at the time, and I was hungry.

, and I can’t let my eldest nephew go hungry.”

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Ikehashi slipped back to the mountain.

My uncle is building flower beds in the yard. It was my sister-in-law's idea. He said everything in the yard is good, but there is no garden and it looks too boring and monotonous.

"I'm back."

"Um."

"Where are your dad and the others?"

"I'm doing household chores on the side of the road. I won't be able to come back for a while."

My uncle was a shrewd man and said with a smile: "They have been poor for half their lives, and now that you are successful, you definitely want to be more famous in front of your relatives."

"Actually, it doesn't make much sense." Ikehashi Matsu brought a bucket of cement.

"What is meaning? People, just like Xiaosong, who is devoted to practicing martial arts, have some pursuits of their own." My uncle said as he skillfully picked up a red brick.

Use a tile knife to dig a ball of cement paste on it, smooth it out, shovel off the excess cement at both ends diagonally, then build it up, and then knock it with the back of the knife to ensure that the red bricks are flush with each other.

He was originally a clerk in the city, but now he came to the countryside to farm. Before he could plant a few acres of land, he first learned how to wash vegetables, feed chickens, and build walls and roads.

"By the way, Xiaosong, let me ask you something."

"What?"

My uncle stopped laying bricks and asked curiously: "Who lives in that bamboo house on the mountain?"

"I thought you wouldn't ask, uncle." Ikehashi smiled.

"Your father is not allowed to ask, but you also know that my uncle is too curious. If he doesn't ask clearly, he always feels as uncomfortable as a cat scratching his heart."

"I know."

Chiqiao Song pondered and said: "It's a hermit in the mountain, and it has some ties to me. I asked it to come to Chijiashan to take charge, so that it can protect Chijiashan when I'm away."

The younger uncle nodded and asked further: "It can't be one of the four ghosts of Peng Li..."

"How is it possible? The four ghosts of Peng Li are all evil cultivators who kill without blinking an eye. I don't feel safe if they ask me to take them in." Ike Qiaosong couldn't laugh or cry. He even killed Liu Changyuan, how could he take in these evil cultivators?

He explained: "It was a qigong master in the mountain. I saved its life. It taught me qigong and promised to protect Chijiashan for thirty years."

According to legend, many qigong practitioners in the deep mountains live in isolation and experience nature. They do not interact with the world, concentrate on practicing qigong, and often go into seclusion for hundreds of days.

The hairless old fox Tushan has no food for grains and has been reborn because of his qi. It is not an exaggeration to call him a qi refiner.

My uncle was doubtful: "Is it reliable?"

"Reliable, reliable that your life can depend on."

The soul of the hairless old fox is sheltered under the name of Ikehashi Matsu, which means that life and death are in his hands, and the reliability is naturally high - unless one day Tushan becomes tired of living.

"That's good, that's good."

My uncle was satisfied. Regardless of whether the answer was credible or not, it at least satisfied his curiosity. It also gave him a sense of security in his heart.

The several evil spirits and evil cultivating incidents that Yikan has experienced have cast a shadow on him to some extent.

When I stay alone on Chijia Mountain, I always wonder if some monster will come out, or a wanted criminal will come and chop him with a knife.

Now Ikehashi Matsu clearly stated that there was an expert hermit sheltering on the mountain.

He calmed down.

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"With the Tu Tu Gong, I feel at ease."

The village chief of Chijia Village, with his hands behind his back, looked at the sunset falling on the Tutu Temple with a very satisfied expression.

Dharma-faced Wheel King Liu Changyuan died on a roadside, and the foul smell from his self-destruction polluted the entire mountain. He was at home at the time, and suddenly the foul smell blew on his face, and he felt that countless ghosts appeared in front of him.

He was so frightened that he almost peed.

Although the abbot Xuan Hanzi of Xingzi Temple gave him a bowl of talisman water and dispelled the ghost illusion, he still had nightmares from time to time while sleeping in a temporary hotel.

After waiting for a month, the Tutu Temple was finally built and the Tutu God was welcomed.

The village chief felt that he could finally have a good sleep tonight, so he strolled back to the new house across the road - the county had built a new bungalow.

The sun sets in the west.

The last golden afterglow slowly moved out of the shrine.

As the light disappeared, Tudigong's smiling face quickly fell into darkness. Xingziguan's sculpture skills were not very good, and Tudigong's face was a little crooked, making it look a bit eerie in the dimness.

Suddenly.

The two eyeballs dipped in pen and ink of Tutu Gong seemed to move slightly.

The next moment, the incense burner placed on the table in front of the shrine and the half-burned incense smoke rose up and swirled into the nostrils of the earth god.

The nostrils are just two hollows on the clay sculpture.

But at this time, these two hollows were like bottomless pits, and the smoke from burning incense continued to float in. The wind could not blow away the smoke, until all the incense sticks were burned out.

The earth-governed man's eyes swayed again.

The setting sun was completely blocked by the distant mountains, and the Tutu Temple fell into darkness.
Chapter completed!