Chapter four hundred and twenty second Taoist past events
"After dinner, let's go to the broken passage to have a look." Zhang Fan looked at the old man Ouyang and Yan Dong and said.
Old Man Ouyang and Yan Dong nodded heavily.
"Mr. Zhang, what should we do if the monster comes?" Xie Guoqiang looked at Zhang Fan and asked.
"Your daughter's death is tomorrow night, and the spirit will definitely appear tomorrow. There is no need for it to wait here. After all, his purpose is to wait for your daughter to die and send your daughter's ghost to the underworld."
Zhang Fan explained.
"Oh..." Xie Guoqiang nodded slightly.
An hour later, the old lady entered the house with a large bowl of chicken soup, and fed the large bowl of chicken soup to Xie Guoqiang's father. After drinking the chicken soup, the old man's energy recovered a lot, and his voice no longer sounded like
He was so weak before.
In this hour, Zhang Fan and the other three also finished their meals.
Seeing that the old man became more energetic, Zhang Fan said, "Old man, tell me what happened before you lost your memory a year ago."
"Okay, Mr. Zhang." The old man replied happily.
"A year ago, I went to help my son work on his farm. After the work was done, I thought about going to the Taoist temple for a walk. I saw that the Taoist temple's yard was full of weeds, so I took a hoe and cleared the Taoist temple yard.
I hoeed all the weeds in the Taoist temple, and then I cleaned up the inside of the Taoist temple. Finally, when my rag fell on Taishang Laojun Jin, I was about to wipe it.
I felt a chicken crow coming from my ears, and I felt dizzy and dizzy. At the same time, I felt as if the blood in my body was boiling, as if it was about to come out of my skin, and it was extremely painful.
, I don’t know what happened next.” The old man recalled.
Listening to the old man's narration, Zhang Fan and the three of them looked at each other. The old man's words meant that the problem was with the statue of the Supreme Lord. This cock crow also made the three of them quite strange.
"Old man, are you sure it's a rooster crowing?" Zhang Fan asked subconsciously.
"I'm sure, we raise chickens at home. I may have misheard other crows, but the crow of the chickens is definitely a good one." The old man said with certainty.
Seeing the old man's affirmative answer, Zhang Fan nodded slightly.
"Old man, it is said that this Taoist temple was abandoned thirty years ago. Please tell me what happened before this Taoist temple was abandoned." Zhang Fan said.
"This Taoist temple was built sixty years ago. At that time, people were still in a state of not having enough to eat. An old Taoist with a white beard came to the village, and he brought three carriages filled with food." The old man said.
Open your mouth and say.
White-bearded old man? Zhang Fan couldn't help but frown slightly.
"The white-bearded old Taoist took the three carts of grain to the village chief's house, saying that he hoped the village would give him a piece of land and some manpower to help him build a Taoist temple, in exchange for the three carts of grain.
When he heard about the exchange of grain, the village chief was tempted and agreed. He immediately approved the land for the white-bearded Taoist, and then appointed several people from the village to help build the Taoist temple. My father is one of the few bricklayers in the village.
Got the thumbs up from the village chief.
At first, my father was not happy. After all, no one would be happy to work for others while eating his own food. However, later my father found out that helping this white-bearded old man build a house
The Taoist temple does not need to eat its own food. The old white-bearded Taoist takes care of the food, and he also takes care of the food. He can also eat a meaty dish every half month.
This made my dad very happy. After this happened, my dad told Mr. Whitebeard that he wanted to take me to help him. Mr. Whitebeard agreed. While he was building a Taoist temple for Mr. Whitebeard, I ate for a while.
At that time, people in the village were envious of those of us who built Taoist temples.
Later, the Taoist temple was built, and people in the village would go to the Taoist temple to pray for blessings if they had anything to do. The old white-bearded Taoist also had some fortune-telling skills.
Later, the Taoist temple's reputation grew in the surrounding area, and people in the whole town knew about the old Taoist with white beard. Whenever they encountered something that attracted evil spirits, they would come to see the Taoist, and the Taoist would do his best to deal with it.
As a result, the popularity of the Taoist temple became more and more popular, and the Taoist pocket became more and more abundant. The Taoist did not use the money for enjoyment, but donated part of the money to the village for paving roads. Our village is the first in the town.
A village with hardened roads." At this point, there was a hint of pride in the old man's voice.
"Everyone in our village respects and appreciates the old man with white beard." The old man continued, "However, suddenly one day, for some unknown reason, old man with white beard suddenly died suddenly, with a big hole in his back.
, when the police came, they seemed to have stabbed the heart. The white-bearded old man is a well-known kind person among us, and we really can’t figure out why the white-bearded old man died so miserably."
Having said this, the old man sighed heavily, and his voice was full of regret.
"After the death of Whitebeard Master, no one took care of this Taoist temple, so the Taoist temple continued to decline." The old man said, "Since our entire village remembers the goodness of Whitebeard Master, this Taoist temple was not demolished.
It has been preserved and repaired at first, but later on, no one repaired it anymore, so it became what it is now."
After listening to the old man's narration, Zhang Fan had a rough understanding of the entire history of this Taoist temple.
"Could the old man with the white beard be the sinister old man with the white beard?" At this time, Yan Dong looked at Zhang Fan and asked.
Zhang Fan glanced at Yan Dong and said, "It's possible, but we're not sure yet."
"Old man, you should rest first, I'll go out for a while." Zhang Fan looked at the old man and said.
"Hey!" the old man responded, "If you go to that Taoist temple, you must be careful, especially the rooster's crow."
Zhang Fan smiled and nodded.
Later, Zhang Fan took Old Man Ouyang and Yan Dong out of the old man's house, and Xie Guoqiang sent Zhang Fan outside the door.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening, and it was completely dark. Since the old man's house was not far from the Taoist temple, the three of them walked to the Taoist temple.
In about ten minutes, the three of them arrived at the Taoist Temple and stood at the door to observe. The Taoist temple at this time was not much different from the one they visited during the day, and there was no special atmosphere.
The three of them entered the Taoist temple directly and came to the dust-covered statue of Taishang Laojun.
Zhang Fan first sensed the aura around the statue, but he didn't feel anything unusual from the statue.
Zhang Fan and the other three looked at each other, and then they saw Zhang Fan's hand reaching towards the statue.