The moon sets in the west at night, and the Beimang Mountains are silent under the night sky.
In the mountain temple in front of the battlefield of the ancient Wei Dynasty, on the broken walls, writings are hidden in the shadows, but there is a literary spirit that reflects on the four walls.
Ming Jun pulled the cart and appeared outside the temple gate again. The golden-armored god entered his realm in the Yang world and stood in front of the wall poem and meditated.
After entering the temple, the golden-armored god suddenly felt that he was in a layer of vague membrane, and all the discomfort outside was isolated.
Temples are the dwelling places of gods in the human world, and they have a very protective effect, although now most of this protection has been reduced.
The golden-armored god didn't pay attention and just looked at the words on the wall.
The sacrificial text is nothing more than red, but this sacrificial poem has a faint green light accumulating and operating in the poem, but it is vaguely there.
The so-called famous poems that have been passed down from generation to generation can only gather good fortune quickly if they are widely disseminated. Now this poem can only recover very slowly.
But for the gods, this is not a problem. What the underworld lacks most is time, and what it lacks is such a finishing touch that is in line with divinity.
After pondering for a moment, it suddenly felt something in its heart.
At this time, it was raining outside, and the sound of rain came through the door. After an unknown period of time, the golden-armored god slowly exhaled and said: "Ye Qing...haha!"
"I had a premonition that I would wake up from my long sleep in three years, but I didn't expect it to be three years early, and with such a good starting point!"
"If that's the case, why bother with just a helping hand?" The golden-armored god smiled and thought with his eyebrows. After a moment, he held a green pen and casually added the signature on the right side of the poem: Ye Qing!
These two characters are exactly the same as the other characters, but they have an indescribable flavor that directly attracts people's attention.
"One-third of the luck you wish for is contained in this signature to help you get through this little difficulty." The golden-armored god took a step, the wind blew through the curtain, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the temple of Yangshi.
The next day·Sand Road
At this time, the sparse autumn rain hangs down in the cold wind, which is a chilling and melancholy autumn scene.
A bullock cart, escorted by eight police officers, patrolled from west to east and arrived not far from Jiaomen Township. The leader of this team was Team Leader Yin. They all wet their clothes and felt dissatisfied, but they did not dare to show it.
Looking over, I felt relieved when I saw someone coming to greet me.
"How come the county magistrate wants to inspect the county on a whim in this weather? We are so tired that we have been exposed to rain and wind. Fortunately, we are here."
At this time, there were more than ten people standing on the flat ground in front of the village. They were all neatly dressed. They were led by a middle-aged man and looked forward to it. When they saw the ox cart, they immediately came to welcome it.
"Kowtow to the county magistrate!" A group of people kowtowed on the grass under the rain.
With a "crunch", the oxcart stopped, the curtain was opened, and the county magistrate walked out. This man was about thirty years old, wearing a high crown, with a fair complexion and three strands of black beard under his chin. He was indeed very dignified.
He glanced at it and waved his hand: "Why bother, sir? You all are welcome from afar. It's your fault!"
"What your lord is saying is... it's just that since you took office, you have been an upright official, and we have all benefited a lot. During this inspection of Jiuxiang in the county, we are working even harder for the people, and we are all vying to see your noble face in person..."
Gao Lichang said respectfully, and at this time, all the village elders also joined in.
Seeing this, the county magistrate felt as if he had a mirror in his mind. Seeing that everyone was still bowing half-bowed in invitation, he stretched out his hands to support the two old villagers and asked them to stand up and walk inside.
This was the third township on his inspection tour, and he hoped that what he saw would be somewhat different.
At noon, the county magistrate accepted the invitation from the villagers and went all the way in. He saw that it was a squire's house and entered the third courtyard. At this time, the two cooks were busy preparing dishes on the table and waiting for the people to arrive.
When the county magistrate looked at it, he saw that he was on a single table with bowls and wine on it. There were seven or eight dishes on the table, including twice-cooked pork and slaughtered chickens and ducks. The others were all vegetarian dishes, although the style was not very good.
But the fragrance is overflowing.
The dishes below were similar in style, but they were for four people. Seeing that the banquet was over, the mayor smiled and invited people to take a seat: "Please start with chicken soup. I'm a humble servant from the countryside, but these are fattening and refreshing.
please!"
The county magistrate glanced at it and saw that it was not out of specification, so he sat down, took a sip, and praised: "Not bad!"
Seeing the county magistrate using it, he suddenly became noisy. The official drank a bowl of rice wine and a bowl of chicken soup. The cold air that followed the magistrate's trek in the autumn rain was immediately driven away. His whole body felt warm and he suddenly became energetic. At that moment, he drank a lot of wine and feasted on it.
Seeing everyone enjoying the food, the county magistrate spent some time and pondered: "The biggest problem in this township is the lack of fertile farmland. Secondly, the roads are inconvenient. Even if there are mountain goods, it is difficult to transport them out. And thirdly, there is the mountain flood control in summer and autumn...
…Fortunately, in times of peace, if the times are bad, the people in this place are strong and strong, so it would not be surprising at all to give birth to bandits.”
"However, this fair construction is not within my authority at this time. It must be approved and implemented by the county magistrate." After sighing slightly, he waved slightly, and an old servant came forward: "Master, what are your orders?
?”
"I'll reward you with a few taels of silver later." The county magistrate said calmly.
"Yes, sir!"
After the banquet, everyone on official business took a break, accompanied by a few scholars from the countryside. These people talked about being quiet and doing nothing, and the Xuanmen of Tao made the county magistrate sigh in his heart.
Three classics and five classics can lead to the great road, but these people have studied to death, or just to be officials. No matter how much they read, they still don't see the light of wisdom, so what's the use.
I heard an old scholar surnamed Zhao say: "When we gather together, we can't go without traveling. Seeing that the clouds and rain have dispersed, how about traveling together?"
But she wanted to be arty, the county magistrate secretly laughed. At this time, a maid behind became a little anxious and wanted to stop her. The county magistrate had seen her earlier and waved her hand.
This is the maid sent by the clan to serve him. Everything else is good, but she has received strict orders from the old lady and is worried about his daily schedule. At this time, she has to take a break for lunch.
Once you enter the officialdom, you are as deep as the sea and have no real sense. How can you rise in the world? And although these country squires are arty, they are all powerful people in the countryside. There is no need to be unfamiliar with them in small matters.
Immediately he ordered: "Mr. Zhao said that traveling in the autumn is an elegant thing. Qing'er, please accompany us out."
The maid Qing'er was dumbfounded and had no choice but to order two people to accompany her. For aristocratic families, the sons of these families were far more reliable than official guards at critical moments.
After the rain, the sky is clear, the mountains are shining, the autumn air is crisp, it is indeed extraordinary!
"Sir, there are no scenic spots in the mountains, but there is one place to talk about historical sites. Downhill from here, there is an abandoned temple not far away. Therefore, it is said that it is a shrine to the general of the former dynasty, former dynasty, former dynasty.
, I have had spiritual manifestations before..." Gaoli Chang led the way, and unknowingly, the group of people approached the valley!
"Historic sites?" At this time, a gust of wind passed by. There were historical sites here but he had never heard of them. The county magistrate leaned forward and became interested: "Go over and take a look!"
"Yes!" The two of them used their knives to chop away the dead branches. This was the last section of the mountain road and they were about to go up.
"Slow down!" The county magistrate looked at the valley, felt it, frowned slightly, and said solemnly: "This valley is not a good place, and the yin energy is not good for the people. Why doesn't the village close the entrance of the valley? There is not even a warning sign.
."
Hearing the county magistrate's question with a bad tone, sweat suddenly oozed from Gaoli Chang's forehead. He quickly bowed his head and explained with a smile on his face: "This is the only way for villagers to collect medicine, but it is difficult to stop. And as long as you enter the mountain at noon,
, go out before the sun sets, and nothing will happen."
"The villagers have also given more advice and will not let the villagers go into the valley at night. However, this is the livelihood of the mountain people and cannot be stopped by force. Moreover, it has been peaceful and uneventful these years!"
The county magistrate was startled, and doubts arose in his heart. In this world, Taoism is manifested as sacred, and the imperial examinations use Taoism as the canon. Half of it is for the imperial court, and half of it is for the purpose of ascending to immortality.
Of course, immortality is difficult, and most of it is just a dream, but among the scholars who have passed the examination, all have practiced Taoism to varying degrees. When the county magistrate took a look, he saw only the cold wind and desolate surroundings.
The county magistrate frowned and thought to himself: "There are many evil spirits in this place, and the five evils are invading each other. But it is a so-called defeated place, where evil spirits come out from the ground. This is an extremely evil situation. I am afraid that many demons and ghosts will be raised. Even if
The mountain people came out of the mountains before sunset, and they were afraid that they would not be able to resist, so why did nothing happen?"
At the moment, he didn't show any signs. He just nodded and sighed: "It's hard for the people to survive."
He went up, and after a while, he saw the ancient temple, and there was a flat tortoise carrying a stele, with characters engraved like swords.
The county magistrate took a look and thought to himself: "Is there a temple? Could it be that the secret lies here?"
He didn't rush into the temple immediately. He went forward and carefully identified the stele. Although it was weathered, it was still vaguely distinguishable. It was extraordinary to be the county magistrate. After thinking for a moment, he remembered it.
"The battlefield of the ancient Wei Dynasty... let me think about it, it turns out that this is the place where General Zhang lost his battle!" The county magistrate was secretly surprised: "General Zhang is a loyal and loyal man. He has hardly been defeated on the battlefield for fourteen years. He died here, and he won't win."
Following the Great Lu Dynasty, he praised his loyalty and canonized him, making him a righteous god."
"Being a righteous god, the soul of the army is immortal, and he can suppress this place so that the evil spirit cannot take shape!" Thinking of this, the county magistrate couldn't help but understand, and frowned: "This is a contribution to the people of this land and water!"
Thinking about it, I looked at the temple. The sun was shining brightly at this time. I could see clearly that most of the temple gate had collapsed due to disrepair. The two-person-high clay statue in the middle was faintly visible on the three walls.
It's even covered with moss.
"This temple has been short of sacrifices for a long time!" The county magistrate sighed inwardly when he saw that the temple was in a state of disgrace.
After Taoism ruled the world, Shinto still existed and was very prosperous, but just like the status of gods within Buddhism, it was difficult for Shinto gods to last long. Only immortals (Arhat Bodhisattva) could last.
For millions of years, the Dao Lord and the immortals in heaven have ruled the world from above, while the gods and humans below have changed countless times.
Knowing that this is necessary for the operation of the great road, these praised gods also have metabolism. Seeing this withering, the county magistrate still felt a little sad.
After all, immortality is the privilege of a few people, and what most officials want is to be given a title by the court after death and to be ranked as a righteous god. Seeing this now, this naturally makes people feel sad.
But precisely because this is a fundamental issue, in this process of the rise and fall of gods, everything must be done carefully, and it is not something that the county magistrate can change now.
Sighing, the county magistrate put away his thoughts and stepped forward. If there was nothing else he could do, at least he could offer some incense.