At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, in the deep mountain depression, there is a small village that is destined not to appear on the map.
The village is very small, with only 81 families.
According to the unclear parchment genealogy records in the village, the village's history can be traced back to hundreds of years ago. During the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty, the ancestors of the village had taken root in the mountain col at the foot of the Zhongnan Mountain, and have been settled down until now.
The villagers take the ancient family name as the main surname, and the clan chiefs of previous dynasties and even the current village chiefs are all people with the ancient family name.
For hundreds of years, the village has maintained 81 households, which is one of the three village rules in the village.
The first of the three village rules is that the villagers must maintain 81 households, and one more family will be kicked out and one less family will be born to me.
The village rules are second to none. Eighty one ancestral houses can only be repaired and cannot be demolished. That is to say, the house in the village must remain unchanged from the time it is built. Even if it is unable to live, it must be rebuilt on the same site.
The first two village rules seem inhuman but acceptable, but the third one is a bit absurd.
Eighty one villagers in the village have to support the Taoists in the Taoist temple in the village all their lives. They should not disobey them, or they will be expelled from their own family.
The first two village rules are the same as above!
These three village rules have never been violated. Although hundreds of years have passed, the villagers today have no idea where the rules come from, but they all know one truth: villagers in the village rarely get sick and rarely cause disasters. Basically, every family has a normal wife all their life. There are 312 villagers in 81 households, and there are 109 people over the age of 100. Those who are 90 years old can still work in the busy farming season, It is amazing that only this village has so many people with long lives in a radius of more than 200 miles.
On the contrary, the villagers who moved out of Gujing Village did not have as many long-lived people as they did in the village, although none of them suffered serious disasters.
The village is called Gujing Village, and the Taoist temple that is supported is called Gujing Temple.
Gujing Temple is built on a small hill in the middle of Gujing Village, and 81 ancestral houses with ancient family names are arranged in an orderly manner around the village.
If someone can look down from a high place, he will find an amazing scene. The arrangement of the 81 houses is almost the same as that of the Eight Diagrams, and the Taoist Temple is good for the eyes of the divination.
Unfortunately, no one has ever come to the top of Zhongnan Mountain to find this scene since ancient times. In fact, even if someone flies up and down by plane, he will only find that there is always a white mist over Gujing Village and Gujing Temple. Neither the village nor the Taoist Temple can be seen.
Gujing Village is small and Gujing Temple is smaller. It is not only small but also dilapidated.
The Taoist Temple has a long history. It was built at the same time as Gujing Village. Hundreds of years have passed and the Taoist Temple has not been repaired. The red courtyard wall has already collapsed. The two gates have fallen to one side. The floor tiles in the courtyard have also been broken. The main hall of the Taoist Temple is even more dilapidated.
This seems to be a Taoist temple without incense.
In fact, this Taoist temple does not have any incense. For hundreds of years, few people have entered the ancient well temple. Even local villagers do not enter it casually. Only the clan head or village head can enter the Taoist temple on important occasions. There are few people in the temple on weekdays.
Because there are only three and a half people in Gujing Temple.
An old man who lives in the Taoist Temple all the year round
A scruffy old man in a Taoist robe dozing under the locust tree.
In the Sanqing Hall, in front of the Sanqing Statue, sat a middle-aged man with a rusty iron sword.
There was also a young man in his twenties who lived in the Sutra Pavilion of the Taoist Temple all day and rarely stepped out.
As for the other half, it was the elder martial brother who stepped out of Gujing Temple eight years ago and never returned.
The sun goes down in the west, and the night goes down in Nanshan!
Most of the households in Gujing Village have started to make a fire and cook. A few moments later, the thirty ninth household walked out of a middle-aged woman's house and walked briskly to the Taoist temple on the hill behind her house with a bucket in her hand. The woman came to the Taoist temple door and put the bucket in her hand in the middle of the dilapidated door. Then she bowed respectfully to the temple but turned away without looking inside.
This has been the rule of Gujing Village for hundreds of years. Every day, three meals will be delivered to the gate of Gujing Temple by one family.
The scruffy Taoist priest under the old locust tree opened his muddy eyes, slowly stood up, walked to the door, picked up the bucket, and then returned to the locust tree. At this time, the middle-aged man with an iron sword in the hall came slowly, and the young people in the attic came last. The three people sat cross legged under the tree and opened the bucket, which was filled with newly prepared rice and three home dishes. The Taoist priest, the middle-aged man, and the young people picked up their chopsticks and began to eat.
The scene of eating was very strange. The three people didn't talk a word from beginning to end, only a slight sound of chewing food. The three people ate very slowly. Every mouthful of food they put into their mouth would be chewed 36 times and very slowly. So they ate an ordinary dinner for nearly an hour.
After dinner, the three of them put down their dishes and chopsticks together. The index finger and middle finger of the scruffy old Taoist priest's right hand suddenly shook without any sign. He frowned, then took out three copper coins from the Taoist robe, weighed them in his hands, and threw them on the open ground in front of him.
The scruffy old Taoist priest and the young man looked at the copper coins on the ground at the same time. The young man's expression was shocked and strange. The old Taoist priest looked up and said nothing to the northwest of the Taoist temple.
The middle-aged man with the iron sword got up, took the bucket and put it in front of the outer gate of the temple. He turned and returned to the Sanqing Hall. After a moment, there was a crisp sound in the hall. The middle-aged man returned again and handed the young man a piece of iron 20 cm long covered with rust.
The young man stared at the half iron sword in his arms and said, "Martial Uncle, why are you doing this?"
The middle-aged man said quietly, "I don't have anything to give you as a gift when you are out of sight. Besides, it doesn't matter if I use a sword... whether it is sharp or not."
The old Taoist priest who had been looking at the northwest also took the three copper coins in front of him and handed them to the young man, but he still didn't jump out of the way. This time, the young man received them without any hesitation, and then sat under the locust tree again next to the old Taoist priest.
The three did not return to their own places this time, so they sat at the foot of the old locust tree.
Two days ago, northwest of Zhongnan Mountain.
The three off-road vehicles arrived at the foot of the Zhongnan Mountain, which was very dusty. When they got off the mountain, they could not get into the mountain. If they wanted to get into the mountain, they had to walk. After the first two vehicles stopped, several people stood beside the vehicle and bowed. At last, a middle-aged man in his fifties came out of the off-road vehicle, wearing a black tight woolen coat, with extremely haggard eyebrows locked all the time.
The middle-aged man looked at Zhongnan Mountain and seemed to be relieved for a long time. He turned to the man in his thirties and said, "Loyal, you go up the mountain with me and wait for others."
The loyal man asked hesitantly, "Boss... we should take more people to take care of it, in the mountains..."A scruffy old man in a Taoist robe dozing under the locust tree.
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In the Sanqing Hall, in front of the Sanqing Statue, sat a middle-aged man with a rusty iron sword.
There was also a young man in his twenties who lived in the Sutra Pavilion of the Taoist Temple all day and rarely stepped out.
As for the other half, it was the elder martial brother who stepped out of Gujing Temple eight years ago and never returned.
The sun goes down in the west, and the night goes down in Nanshan!
Most of the households in Gujing Village have started to make a fire and cook. A few moments later, the thirty ninth household walked out of a middle-aged woman's house and walked briskly to the Taoist temple on the hill behind her house with a bucket in her hand. The woman came to the Taoist temple door and put the bucket in her hand in the middle of the dilapidated door. Then she bowed respectfully to the temple but turned away without looking inside.
This has been the rule of Gujing Village for hundreds of years. Every day, three meals will be delivered to the gate of Gujing Temple by one family.
The scruffy Taoist priest under the old locust tree opened his muddy eyes, slowly stood up, walked to the door, picked up the bucket, and then returned to the locust tree. At this time, the middle-aged man with an iron sword in the hall came slowly, and the young people in the attic came last. The three people sat cross legged under the tree and opened the bucket, which was filled with newly prepared rice and three home dishes. The Taoist priest, the middle-aged man, and the young people picked up their chopsticks and began to eat.
The scene of eating was very strange. The three people didn't talk a word from beginning to end, only a slight sound of chewing food. The three people ate very slowly. Every mouthful of food they put into their mouth would be chewed 36 times and very slowly. So they ate an ordinary dinner for nearly an hour.
After dinner, the three of them put down their dishes and chopsticks together. The index finger and middle finger of the scruffy old Taoist priest's right hand suddenly shook without any sign. He frowned, then took out three copper coins from the Taoist robe, weighed them in his hands, and threw them on the open ground in front of him.
The scruffy old Taoist priest and the young man looked at the copper coins on the ground at the same time. The young man's expression was shocked and strange. The old Taoist priest looked up and said nothing to the northwest of the Taoist temple.
The middle-aged man with the iron sword got up, took the bucket and put it in front of the outer gate of the temple. He turned and returned to the Sanqing Hall. After a moment, there was a crisp sound in the hall. The middle-aged man returned again and handed the young man a piece of iron 20 cm long covered with rust.
The young man stared at the half iron sword in his arms and said, "Martial Uncle, why are you doing this?"
The middle-aged man said quietly, "I don't have anything to give you as a gift when you are out of sight. Besides, it doesn't matter if I use a sword... whether it is sharp or not."
The old Taoist priest who had been looking at the northwest also took the three copper coins in front of him and handed them to the young man, but he still didn't jump out of the way. This time, the young man received them without any hesitation, and then sat under the locust tree again next to the old Taoist priest.
The three did not return to their own places this time, so they sat at the foot of the old locust tree.
Two days ago, northwest of Zhongnan Mountain.
The three off-road vehicles arrived at the foot of the Zhongnan Mountain, which was very dusty. When they got off the mountain, they could not get into the mountain. If they wanted to get into the mountain, they had to walk. After the first two vehicles stopped, several people stood beside the vehicle and bowed. At last, a middle-aged man in his fifties came out of the off-road vehicle, wearing a black tight woolen coat, with extremely haggard eyebrows locked all the time.
The middle-aged man looked at Zhongnan Mountain and seemed to be relieved for a long time. He turned to the man in his thirties and said, "Loyal, you go up the mountain with me and wait for others."
The loyal man asked hesitantly, "Boss... we should take more people to take care of it, in the mountains..."