Although the Taoist temple is old and small, it has an earth-shattering name, Taoist Temple.
When Wang Fu first saw the plaque with peeling paint, he was stunned for a long time before he figured out that the pronunciation was Dao·Guan, not Da·Taoguan.
Even the prominent name cannot conceal the real dilapidation and desolation.
There are only two rooms in the Taoist temple. The main hall in the front is the facade, and the courtyard in the rear is where the owner of the Taoist temple lives. Sheds are built on both sides of the passage in and out, which serve as kitchens, stables, and utility rooms.
There are also advantages to having fewer people. As a Taoist boy, Wang Fu can't live in the courtyard, but he can live in the side hall next to the canon, so that he can be a doorkeeper nearby.
However, the Taoist temple has been in dilapidation for a long time. No pilgrims have visited it for a year and a half. There is more dust than incense ashes. The moss at the door is so thick that the soles of the feet are slippery. Where can the thieves come to visit it at night?
The night was already deep and Wang Fu couldn't sleep.
Trembling and walking on thin ice, this is a true portrayal of Wang Fu's situation.
The master of the Taoist temple has no plan and teaches the "Turtle Breathing Kung Fu". He vows not to stop until he achieves his goal.
Xiao Fu'er's soul was shattered. It was an unexpected situation. Wang Fu came through the bowl and took over the baton of death.
"Turtle Breath Kung Fu!"
Wang Fu learned from his memory that this seemingly ordinary health-preserving method uses a series of steps to relax the body and mind by adjusting the weight and rhythm of breathing, incense, and meditation, and ultimately achieves a state similar to "suspended death".
On the surface, it seems to be in line with the righteous and peaceful way of health in Taoism, but it happens to be the final stage of suspended animation, and it secretly contains sinister intentions.
It is conceivable that if he continues to practice and Xiao Fu'er learns from his mistakes, the final result will inevitably be a fake death that turns into a real death.
"worry!"
Wang Fu is so worried, there are dangers all around him, and if he makes the slightest mistake, he will be in trouble.
Although there is a golden finger, it doesn’t work!
That's right, he really has the golden finger, the standard equipment for time travellers.
Wang Fu took a deep breath, closed his eyes and absorbed his mind, and something suddenly emerged.
A big red candle as thick as a fist, without depictions of golden dragons, golden phoenixes, or the word '囍', it was bare from top to bottom.
Isn't this the 'enlightened magic weapon' sold to him by the old Taoist priest in the scenic spot?
The big red candle is Wang Fu's golden finger.
It came through his soul and was hidden deep in the soul. No one else can see it, only he can see it. What is it if it's not a treasure?
The red candle has been lit, and a bowl-shaped depression is burned out at the top of the candle. The candle flame burns quietly, emitting a slightly red halo.
The candle as big as a broad bean symbolizes Wang Fu's life fire.
When I traveled through time, the candle had just been lit, and there was only a spark in the life fire. It was like a candle left in the wind, extinguishing itself without wind.
Fortunately, after the soul and body worked together, Wang Fu gradually recovered, and his life fire grew from a little spark to the size of a broad bean, and finally stabilized.
The observation time is still short. Although the life fire burns day and night, the big red candle has not been damaged. There is only a pool of candle tears around the candle flame, with no signs of rolling down.
Therefore, Wang Fu has not yet guessed, what does the candle burn? What is his manifestation of the body of the big red candle?
Candlelight is the fire of life, but what about wax oil? Is it life span, essence and blood, or something else?
Golden Finger is mediocre and cannot be relied upon for the time being, so Wang Fu can only think of other ways.
"escape!"
After Wang Fu thought about it, this was the only way left. After all, the gap between the enemy and ourselves was too great.
The master of the Taoist temple seemed to be seriously ill, but in fact he was unfathomably ill. In Xiao Fuer's memory, Wan was a being who mastered ghost and divine arts, and could crush him to death with a single blow.
Since you can't get away from the other party's schemes, you might as well walk away and find another way to make a living.
Wang Fu did what he thought of and calculated his family's wealth. Xiao Fu'er's entire worth was the robe he was wearing and the dozen copper coins hidden in his arms. The rest was gone.
"Abject poverty!"
That's good, it's convenient for running around.
Wang Fu took a deep breath, took a wooden stick and bit it in his mouth. This was a secret of the art of war, called "Kou Jie Mei", to prevent him from making any noise and attracting the attention of the Taoist temple owner.
Walking quietly in cloth shoes, he walked from the side hall into the main hall in a moment.
The main entrance of the Taoist temple, which is also the only door to the outside world, is in the main hall.
Wang Fu looked ahead, took a deep breath, and felt free after crossing this threshold.
There was a burst of joy in my heart, foreseeing a bright future, and I no longer had to stay in this ruined Taoist temple and face precarious days.
Although Wang Fu was excited, he did not get carried away. He walked behind the gate, took out a few taels of sesame oil, and poured it on the household axis.
There are no small hardware these days, and the door is closed and driven by a rotating shaft, called the household axis.
The shaft rotates and rubs, making a harsh sound, similar to scratching a key on frosted glass.
Wang Fu had been prepared in advance. If it were not lubricated with sesame oil, the harsh rattling of the door could wake up the owner of the Taoist temple in the backyard.
"good!"
After pouring three ounces of sesame oil, the household axis was thoroughly soaked and emitted a fragrant aroma.
The moment Wang Fu unbolted the door and was about to open the door, his heart suddenly jumped up and almost jumped out of his throat.
"Ahem!"
The familiar sound of coughing was like a thunderbolt from the blue, making Wang Fu's ears roar.
His mind went blank, his movements were frozen in place, and he did not dare to move at all.
"Guanzhu, you..."
Wang Fu smiled uglier than crying, turned around slowly, and wanted to explain something.
Unexpectedly, I turned around and saw that the hall behind me was empty.
The master of the Taoist temple did not show up. Where did the coughing sound come from?
The way out is right in front of you, reach out and push the door open, and there is a world of freedom outside.
Wang Fu dare not move!
His eyes finally fell on the statue in the main hall.
The source of the cough is actually this statue?
The base of this statue is made of stone, and the body is made of clay. It was originally decorated with oil paint, but it has fallen into disrepair and the coating has peeled off.
The statue of the god looks shabby, his face is blurred, and his history cannot be discerned.
How can a clay statue make a sound, or is it still coughing like the owner of a Taoist temple?
Wang Fu stared at the statue, feeling strange in his heart, always feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
That kind of familiarity is not the familiarity of seeing the statues of gods every day, but the incomprehensible similarity that can be associated with something else.
The answer is on the tip of my tongue, ready to come out, but I can't say it.
"I see!"
Wang Fu's mind suddenly flashed with excitement. Instead of a sudden enlightenment, a cold feeling rose up from the soles of his feet, instantly piercing his torso and reaching the heavenly spirit.
The blood on his body was so cold that it almost solidified.
The sense of familiarity brought by the statue comes from nothing else but from the owner of the Taoist temple.
Although Xiao Fuer always met the owner of the Taoist temple through a screen, but after spending several years together day and night, he was already very familiar with him.
Wang Fu inherited his memory and was deeply impressed by the temperament and demeanor of the master of the Taoist temple.
I usually didn’t pay attention to this statue, but now I took a closer look and found that the charm and aura that hit my face were exactly the same as those of the owner of the Taoist temple.
Wang Fu thought about this terrible fact, and his heart became cold. Is the owner of the Taoist temple in the backyard a human being?
What exactly is this statue of God in front of me?
After a long time......
Wang Fu pretended to pee in the corner, breathed a long sigh of relief, and went back to the side hall to sleep.