I rubbed my eyes. How could it be an illusion in broad daylight?
You could even see the sweat drops on the foreheads of the two monks clearly.
"Hey! Donor! Ah, no... Master!" I shouted into the temple.
The two monks raised their heads, wiped their sweat, and walked around for a long time before they saw me.
"It's so early in the morning, where do you go to Gaha?" one asked.
"How did you get up there?" asked another.
He is a local monk, and his accent cannot be said to be similar to that of the taxi driver yesterday. It can only be said that he has the same accent.
As the saying goes, foreign monks can chant sutras, while local monks are generally professional monks who come to work.
Regardless of whether he was a monk who could chant sutras or not, after a night of chaos, I finally saw a living person. I quickly crossed the seabuckthorn path and went down. The back door of the temple was open, and two monks came over and looked at me with reproachful eyes.
I bowed deeply and took out five pink bills from my pocket: "Amitabha, two masters, I have heard the name of Hanyin Temple in Fucheng for a long time. I came here to pay a visit yesterday, but I came too late. There was no one in the temple, so I could only
Staying one night in the mountains is a vulgar gesture, and I hope the masters will accept it."
The saying "Don't hit the gift giver without reaching out your hand" is true everywhere.
The two monks looked at each other, and one of them returned the gift to me, took the money with a very small movement, and stuffed it into his lapel instead of the Buddha: "Donor, please come in and have tea."
"...Is there any fasting meal?" I asked shamelessly. I haven't eaten since noon yesterday, and I was waiting to eat at Song Lei's banquet. Unexpectedly, this guy died four years ago, and the whole village was eating the banquet.
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"Yes, please wait a moment, donor!"
One monk went to cook porridge, and the other led me to their dormitory. I observed carefully along the way that the ground in the temple courtyard was covered with square blue bricks, and indeed there were no tombstones.
"Donor, when we came in the morning, we saw a suitcase at the door of the temple. Is it yours?" the monk asked.
"Oh, yes, I almost forgot, I put it there last night." I said.
The monk went to bring me my suitcase. My phone was almost out of battery. They had power supply in the room and even wifi. I charged my phone and drank tea while looking up what "Liaodong Night No Charge" means.
It's the only clue I remember from last night.
I guessed wrong, it was not the brand of the tombstone.
There is an introduction in Baidu.
Ye Bushou: A unique title for the sentinels or spies in the Liaodong border defense army in the Ming Dynasty.
Mainly among the border troops of the Ming Dynasty, they were responsible for penetrating into the Jurchen territory to spy on the military situation. If they encountered a small Jurchen force or an important military target, they might attack it and leave after taking advantage of it. In this sense
, can be understood as a combination of modern scouts and special forces.
But that was already 400 years ago. What does it have to do with Song Lei?
Is it possible that this "no harvest at night" organization still exists today?
I also remembered that in the cemetery group I saw last night, most of the deceased were born and died in the Qing Dynasty. Logically speaking, after the Ming Dynasty was destroyed by the Qing Dynasty, the "Ye Bu Shu" organization under the Ming military system should also be disbanded.
That's right, why does it run through the entire Qing Dynasty - wait, maybe, what I saw last night may not be true?
The monk brought millet porridge, fried green vegetables, pickles, and steamed buns bought from the town.
I have never liked northern food, but I was so hungry today that it tasted delicious.
After finishing the fast meal, I pretended to be chatting and asked the two monks for more clues. After all, the two monks were locals and knew the origin of Jiuxian Cave in more detail.
According to legend, at the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, the Ming Army and the Later Jin Army fought a battle on this mountain, and many people died. Because it was one of a series of battles, the fighting was fierce, and both sides had no time to clean up the battlefield, so that they were full of people.
The mountain carcasses were exposed to the sun for many days, and some were highly decomposed and melted into the soil.
It wasn't until nearly half a year later, when the fighting slowed down, that the Houjin troops remembered this and came over to handle the funeral arrangements. Because they couldn't tell who was who, and couldn't even tell which side the body belonged to, they could only concentrate on it.
everywhere, hastily buried.
After the Jin soldiers left, the local residents discovered that there were nine more holes in the mountain.
Since then, the town at the foot of the mountain has been haunted by ghosts. The residents could not bear the disturbance and gradually moved out. The town turned into a village, and the village turned into a village. Probably during the Yongzheng period, the village was also abandoned.
It was not until the end of the Qing Dynasty that the tide of people entering Guandong surged, and no one lived here again. Because the surrounding land was very suitable for the growth of grapes, apples, apricots and other fruits, more and more people came, and the small village became prosperous again. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, the village was renamed "Fanshan"
", including both inside and outside the mountains, there are nearly a thousand households.
However, in 1976, another supernatural incident occurred here, so that the whole village was scared away... This chapter has been completed!