A howl echoed in the mountains and forests under the cold night. No need for the night guard to say anything. The guards who were sleeping with swords in their arms got out of the carriage one after another. Some of them were unconscious and just grabbed a handful of snow from the ground and stuffed it into their mouths.
, forcibly refresh yourself in order to cope with abnormalities.
"What was that sound just now?"
An escort was awakened from his sleep, with a look of fear on his face.
"It's the blind bear!"
The old escort's face had an old look on his face, but his body was still upright. He stared intently at the mountain forest covered by double snow. In this night, all he could see was darkness, with only some faint outlines.
"There are so many of us, and if a blind bear dares to touch us, we will kill him and eat his paws."
Many bodyguards were shocked when they heard this, but someone immediately spoke up to encourage their fighting spirit.
"Yes, it's just a bear!"
The swords in their hands kept the bodyguards calm and would not cause them to panic.
"Already scared away."
The old escort said this without much joy on his face.
"What?"
When the bodyguards heard this, they were immediately shocked. What could scare away a hungry bear? If this thing was so hungry, even tigers and leopards would dare to bite it.
"Don't sleep tonight, take out the wine and meat, sit in a circle, don't leave any blind spots, and increase the fire."
The old escort chief looked calm, but the escorts were a little uneasy after hearing his words.
"Boss, what do you think scared the blind man away?"
"I don't know, it's not an easy thing to deal with, but there are many of us, so that thing probably noticed us. It's fine now, which means it's still waiting and watching. We can stay calm until daylight."
"What you always say makes sense!"
After hearing this, all the bodyguards felt that it made sense. They cheered up and held their heads high. The originally weak bonfire rose nearly ten feet high. Feeling the danger, the bodyguards sat around the bonfire, holding swords in their hands.
What's more, he sings with generosity.
"It should be okay!"
The old escort leader looked at the young escorts around him who were shouting loudly like Po Luoguo, and he felt a lot more at ease in his heart. After all, it was a peaceful world now, and those evil spirits did not dare to show their faces.
"what is that?"
Suddenly, someone screamed, it was the young escort who was sitting with his back against the cliff. He stood up with a knife in his hand and looked at the two will-o'-the-wisps floating in the darkness.
This sudden shouting alarmed all the escorts, but when they turned around and took a look at the so-called will-o'-the-wisp, everyone's face showed fear, even the old escort who traveled all over the world.
The head is no exception.
Roar!
A roar that shook the forest, accompanied by an overwhelming and soul-stirring evil aura, filled the air. Then, a roar of uncontrollable fear sounded:
"Evil ghost!"
…
Crackling!
The sound of firecrackers that shocked the eardrums rang out, the choking smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air, the misty thin smoke lingered on the ancestral tablets, and more than a hundred incense sticks were inserted into the incense burner, burning quietly.
"Wen'er, come quickly and kowtow!"
The young man covered in the scent of incense greeted his son. Feng Bingwen walked over, knelt on the futon in front of the incense table, and knelt down to worship his ancestors together with his father and grandfather.
The etiquette of worshiping ancestors is very complicated, but now Feng Bingwen is not a child at heart, so he can naturally tolerate this temper. As for kneeling down and worshiping his ancestors, he has no grudges in his heart, he should do so.
A bow.
"Let's go and worship the Lord of the Land!"
Three generations of a family, old, middle-aged and young, walked out of the ancestral temple, which was not much larger than an ordinary house, carrying confessions, firecrackers, and joss sticks, and walked towards the Tutu Temple in the village.
Fengjia Village is a small village with only a dozen households. It is not as good as those large villages with a population of hundreds or even nearly a thousand households. The ancestral temples, carved beams, painted beams, pavilions and pavilions in the large villages are all magnificent.
The ancestral temple in the village is like this, not to mention the Earth Temple, which is smaller and more shabby. It is only as tall as one person. The ancestral temple is so big that only one person can come forward to offer incense. It is difficult for three people to go in and even turn around.
There is nothing special about such a small temple. Feng Bingwen opened his eyes and took a look, but didn't see anything unusual. The clay sculpture of Tudigong surrounded by incense was very ordinary.
“The Earth God worshiped by our village and Chenjiaao next door is the same, and the Earth Temple they built is much better than the one in our village.”
Feng Zichuan entered the small Tu Tu Temple to place offerings. Feng Lingjun, who was waiting outside the Tu Tu Temple, said something to Feng Bingwen, which immediately made him thoughtful.
Compared with the hundreds of households in Chenjia'ao, the dozen or so households in Fengjia Village are not even a fraction. If this Tudigong really has a spirit, at this time of year, he probably won't have time to come to this small village.
No wonder he couldn't see anything.
After Fengzichuan has finished playing with it, he lights candles, burns paper, blows whips and offers incense, which is similar to the process of worshiping ancestors, but the level of attention is lower.
Because, there is no need to kneel down, you just need to hold your hands, offer incense and bow.
Kneeling down and worshiping is not popular in Daqian. Normally, even if the other person is sitting on a high altar, it is enough to bow down and put incense sticks. Unless there is something to ask for, kneeling down and worshiping is quite pragmatic.
Even the Chenghuang Temple in the county is like this.
After the worship was over, Feng Bingwen, who had come with great expectations, followed his elders back in disappointment. He originally wanted to see what the land in Fengjia Village looked like, but there was nothing he could do since the Land Master was not there.
“Would you like to go to the Chenghuang Temple in the county to burn incense sticks?”
On the way home, the old man suddenly suggested.
"There's no need to go to the county town in the cold weather. Isn't it different to offer incense during the temple fair?"
Feng Zichuan's face was full of reluctance.
"How can this be the same? Besides, you will take part in the imperial examination next year, so you can go and offer incense to the City God."
"If you want to take the imperial examination and burn incense, you should also go to the Confucian Temple!"
"Just tell me whether you're going or not?"
"Go, go."
Feng Zichuan bowed his head in submission, but there was something strange in his heart. He remembered that his father didn't like praying to gods and worshiping Buddha very much, and his old mother usually took care of these things.
So, after trekking in the snow, Feng Bingwen followed his elders to Qingshan County. At this time, the end of the year was approaching, and the streets were crowded with people, bustling and jostling one after another. It was so lively that even in the coldest month of winter, it could not be suppressed.
The joy on people's faces.
When we arrived in front of the Chenghuang Temple, the density of the crowd was even more exaggerated. As the end of the year approached, people in the county wanted to light incense sticks in the temple. Feng Bingwen followed the adults and finally squeezed in, but even after entering the temple, it was crowded.
The level is even worse than on the street.
However, Feng Bingwen no longer cared about this, because as soon as he stepped into the Chenghuang Temple, he met several pairs of golden eyes.