Every carving detail on the headless clay statue of a woman in front of you is lifelike.
It doesn't seem like a clay sculpture.
But it's really just a person standing there.
The world outside was dark.
Hoo ho ho.
The night wind mixed with the cold moisture from the mountains blew into the temple.
The bonfire flickered brightly and dimly.
It seemed as if it was about to be blown out at any moment.
Just like Jin An, whose body feels like falling into an ice cellar right now, his heart is pounding with fear.
Jin An wanted to turn around and run away through the door, but he was worried that it would irritate Wang Tiegen, who was holding his arms and crying at his feet. For a moment, he was in a dilemma.
I was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
Sudden!
A palm stretched out from the darkness behind Jin An, and silently placed it on Jin An's shoulder.
Jin An was shocked. He was about to slash behind him with a knife to save himself, but his mouth was covered by another hand behind his back, and he was quietly taken out of this terrifying wild temple.
The pale moonlight penetrated the shadows of the trees, turning into mottled fragments and scattering over the ghostly forest.
Night rain in the mountains.
I don't know when it stopped.
Looking at the shattered moonlight beside him, Jin An finally saw clearly that it was a middle-aged Taoist priest who had saved him.
The Taoist priest wears his hair in a bun with an ordinary bamboo hairpin, wears a five-color Taoist robe, and wears a pair of green and white Shifang shoes on his feet.
Jin An's nervous body breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly thanked the Taoist priest: "Thank you, Taoist Master, for your life-saving grace today."
Unexpectedly, this Taoist priest with five-color robes whom he met in the deep mountains had a very strange temper.
"Evil things like people with light zodiac signs and small zodiac signs. You don't need to thank me. You didn't die in this temple with a trumpet and an urn coffin. It's because you have a strong horoscope."
After the Taoist priest finished speaking, he turned around and walked away, leaving Jin An alone to care about life or death, as if he hadn't rescued Jin An from the wild temple just now.
In the middle of the night, everything was quiet in the barren mountains and mountains, except for Jin An, who was alone.
Jin An turned his head and looked in the direction of the wild temple. There were no bonfires or cries in the wild temple. The open door was filled with dead silence, pitch black, and eerie calm.
Jin An shuddered and hurriedly took three steps at a time to chase the Taoist priest.
…
The mountain road is not easy to walk after the rain.
Especially when traveling at night.
Jin An walked deep and shallow in the mountains, his feet were covered with mud, and they became heavier and heavier as he walked.
Jin An followed the Taoist priest quietly for a while, and finally because he couldn't help but be curious, he cautiously asked: "Taoist priest, why did you just say that the wild temple is a coffin temple?"
"And what do you mean by the trumpet urn?"
The Taoist priest who had been rushing ahead suddenly paused, and Jin An also stopped.
At this time, the two of them had walked out of the sunken basin and were standing on a high mountain ridge with an old pine tree, and their vision suddenly became clearer.
Under the silver moonlight above his head, the Taoist priest pointed to the dark and peaceful temple in the basin under his feet, and asked Jin An expressionlessly without answering: "Look carefully at the temple at your feet. There are only doors and no windows. Look at the temple beams that are high on the left and right and short in the middle."
, doesn’t it look like a coffin and a coffin cover?”
"The color of the coffin can be divided into five colors: red, white, black, and gold. Black is Xuanshui, which can calm evil spirits. It is specially used to bury people who died violently, in vain, or died unjustly. If you look at this coffin, the temple is made of black stone. Doesn't it look like a coffin?
Black coffin?”
Without waiting for Jin An's answer, the Taoist priest continued: "Look at the mountains surrounding the temple. They are narrow at the top and wide at the bottom. The temple is pressed into a basin and does not see sunlight all day long. Does it look like a trumpet urn?"
"It's a coffin temple with a black coffin, and it's also a basin that specially found a natural trumpet urn terrain. The temple builders who built this temple were definitely not ordinary temple builders. They understood Feng Shui and the stars, and looked for mountains to anchor the yin house.
A master of Taoism."
After Jin An listened to the Taoist priest's explanation, he took a closer look at the basin at the foot of the mountain.
I don’t know if there is psychological suggestion this time, but my dear, the wild temple really looks like a black coffin.
The basin also looks like an inverted bell mouth that is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.
The Taoist priest continued expressionlessly: "The trumpet urn is also called the place where Yin gathers."
"This is never a good sign."
"The trumpet urn burial method originated from well burials, which can be traced back to before the Shang and Zhou dynasties. The openings of well burials should be wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, which means gathering the sun and dispersing resentments. In Feng Shui terms, snakes, insects, rats, and ants are afraid of the sun.
Let centipedes, insects, snakes and other yin things live in the ancestral graves and disturb the ancestors' peaceful sleep. If the ancestors sleep peacefully and the ancestral shade is prosperous, it can ensure the peace of future generations."
"But things have yang and yin, such as heaven and earth, sun and moon, day and night, cold and heat, men and women, up and down. Since there are wells that are wide at the top and narrow at the bottom to gather the sun and disperse resentment, naturally there are wells that are narrow at the top and wide at the bottom to gather the yin and shade the sun.
Burial method of trumpet urn well."
"This kind of well burial is a place where yin gathers. After death, the yin energy gathers all year round and is difficult to dissipate. If the person buried died violently, in vain, or unjustly, then the accumulation of yin energy will be even more serious."
"This kind of burial method, which damages Yin virtue and lacks Yang longevity, is either used to suppress extremely evil creatures; it is also used to bury the bones of enemies, fearing that people will come out to seek revenge after death, and the chickens and dogs will be restless, and the three souls and seven souls of the enemies will not be allowed to have a chance to reincarnate.
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"It was originally a trumpet urn that gathered the underworld, and then I built a coffin temple under the trumpet urn. I don't know what hatred or grudges could have caused the temple builder to mobilize so many people."
"However, the original temple builders did not do all the bad things. Dao Fifty and Tian Yan Forty-nine also knew to leave a chance for the coffin temple to survive and did not completely seal the coffin temple. It would not cause the people buried in the temple to have no descendants.
Let all her relatives die miserably."
"It's just a pity..."
"Now this only door to life has been destroyed by some master. The resentment in the coffin temple is soaring. I'm afraid that in a few years, this place will become a forbidden land for the living that no living person can enter."
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"I see that the signs of damage are still very new. It must have been destroyed not long ago."
The more Jin An listened, the more frightened he became.
Why did he feel that the more he heard about this, the more it seemed as evil as the Feng Shui mysticism at the roadside fortune-telling stalls.
A mountain valley that looks ordinary to the naked eye can actually hide such a big mystery.
"Then what if we directly blow up the mountain, demolish it, or make the opening of the basin larger to let the sunlight in, and turn the terrain here into the place where the Taoist leader just mentioned to gather the sun and disperse resentments?" Jin An put forward his own idea.
"When the time comes, all the dirt from snakes, insects, rats, ants, and ants will naturally be burned to ashes by the sun's ultraviolet rays."
Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest raised his eyelids and glanced at Jin'an. His eyes seemed to say that today's young people are not afraid of tigers, and they don't know how to write the word "death".
"Feng shui corresponds to the stars, sun and moon above our heads, and the mountains and rivers below our feet. It also corresponds to the yin and yang, the five elements, the stems and branches, and the nine trigrams of the Eight Diagrams, which are mutually reinforcing and restraining each other. They influence the whole body."
"The high mountains around the coffin temple are both trumpets and urns, and they are also a screen. If these four gables are really knocked down, it will actually help the evildoers, and the suppressed things in the coffin temple will be completely unfettered. If that happens, they will only die more.
There are too many people, and the nearby people have no choice but to move to the city to escape."
Jin An was still a little unwilling: "Is there no other way?"
The Taoist priest shook his head.
This already gives the answer.
Taoist priest: "With this coffin temple and the trumpet and urn there, it is like a sea-fixing needle fixing the acupuncture point of the place where the Yin gathers. As long as the people behind it are told to avoid it, it will not cause any big disaster."
The Taoist priest seemed to have thought of something, and added solemnly: "I saw that the heads of the clay statues in the temple were missing. In the future, you should be careful about women with scars on their necks."
"Remember, if you encounter one, try to stay away."
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It’s cold again in Jin’an.
Do women in ancient times also know how to change their heads?
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Ps: Guys, I’m back again!
In fact, I originally wanted to write a new book for three years in Hexi and Hedong for three years, with 10 chapters of the first new book, and announced that I was back. On April 24, I told the editor that I was going to start a new book, and the new book would be released on May 10, and on April 26
I submitted 3 chapters of the new book manuscript for review on a daily basis, and it passed the review in seconds. I successfully signed the contract in advance on the same day, and the remaining 15 days were enough for me to slowly save the manuscript.
But the reality is too skinny. There are 3 chapters in the new book manuscript. There is a 15-day buffer period, and only 3 chapters are coded. On May 11, there are only 6 chapters in the manuscript. It takes a year to code, and I can only do it by hand.
Cut off the grandiose words and ambitions, and let me edit the new book =.=
Pfft, this is a little off the mark. I hope "The Great Sage of Bones" can break the record of 2,000 words per day in the new book issue of "There Is a Monster" QAQ...