I opened Taoist temple in Liao Zhai

When it was dark, Zhu Pan from the Town God's Temple arrived late.

He came to claim the mud ghost.Zhu Pan was a little ashamed, and kept apologizing: "It's really troublesome for everyone. You know, it's coming to the Ghost Festival recently, and the temple is very busy up and down, so this ugly ghost escaped in the chaos. Are you busy too? I heard that Guanli usually holds the Hungry Ghost Festival ceremony."

Han Guang led the mud ghost to him, and said, "I'm also thinking about holding a small puja. There are not many people in the temple. After we sacrifice to the emperor of the three officials, we will feed some porridge to the lonely ghosts, and then go to the foot of the mountain to let go." River lantern." Speaking of the river, she remembered the farce by the river again, and said earnestly: "Master Zhu usually encourages and encourages the low-level brats so that they won't be psychologically distorted."

Zhu Juan: "..."

She smiled, took out a few ingots from her sleeve, and lit them on the ground: "It's a little trick, Mr. Zhu accepts it with a smile." This is actually her handiwork.

"Thank you so much..." Zhu Pan held the ingot and spoke incoherently excitedly.

"Go slowly." Han Guang waved his hand casually.

Watching Zhu Pan lead the mud ghost and leave happily, Han Guang doesn't feel sorry for this little ingot at all.When she returned to the altar, the remaining people in the Taoist temple were burning paper.

Today Ming Su stacked some ingots and cut some copper plates, and it looks pretty decent.She and Mi Buyun were in charge of burning the paper, while Xiaoqian sat beside her, surrounded by piles of ingots as high as hills, and strings of copper coins.

Xiaoqian was particularly intoxicated: "It feels so good to count the money..." It's a pity that it's not hers.

The money is cold, but now it is pre-stored with Xiaoqian, let her have fun in the money first.The cold light didn't point out this point, her gaze passed over Ming Su's body, and looked to the distance beyond the wall.

She wants to find someone now.

Where is the ancestor of the Chu family who specialized in trapping future generations?

In the blink of an eye, it was July [-]th.

The Heishan Taoist Temple’s ceremony to worship the Three Officials was over during the daytime. Lizheng at the foot of the mountain, Song Yuanwai, Mrs. Chen, the scholar who jumped into the river, his mother, and others all came to participate.There is also this Taoist temple near Qingshan Town, so the people and children nearby come to watch the fun.

At night, every house closes early, leaving the streets and fields empty to ghosts.

Xiaoqian is also celebrating the festival today, and she received a pile of crooked ingots, which looked like Mi Buyun's practice work.Besides, Ming Su made a river lantern for her, and Han Guang bought her a paper dress at the foot of the mountain.This palace attire was exquisitely made, and Xiaoqian immediately changed into it.

At night, only one of us is left in the Taoist temple.Ming Su hung the red lanterns around the Sanqing Hall, opened the gate, and gave alms to the hungry ghosts tonight.

There are many lonely and wild ghosts who do not get sacrifices at ordinary times, and can only rely on the mid-autumn festival to eat.Han Guang set up the Purdue Altar in front of the Sanqing Hall, on which there were three tablets and the statue of the Sanguan Great Emperor.

On the three plaques, there are dedicated plaques for male lonely souls, female lonely souls, and children who died young, in order to prevent looting when giving out food and water.

Several tables were placed in front of the Purdue altar, and some sacrifices were placed on them.Some are provided by Taoist temples, and some are donated by enthusiastic people at the foot of the mountain.After everything was ready, Han Guang walked out in a dignified manner wearing a scarlet cassock embroidered with auspicious dragons, a gilt crown on his head, and a whisk in his hand.

She looked outside, and the Taoist temple was already full of ghosts, they were all crowded there, watching helplessly, and they dare not come in yet.

Ming Su and others can't see ghosts, but they are all here to help.Ming Su and Mi Buyun each moved a clay pot, put it upside down on the ground, and then started to play music with chopsticks.In the solemn and rhythmic music, Han Guang walked forward slowly, began to recite scriptures, and presided over the ceremony.

The moonlight shone gently on her body, and the sound of chanting scriptures spread throughout the Taoist temple.The sins of the souls of the dead were relieved, and when the sutras ended and the water and food were given out, they poured in like a tide.

Others couldn't see the existence of ghosts, but felt the wind blowing, and a biting coolness swept over.Han Guang stood aside, watching them push each other, coughed, and Xiaoqian stepped forward to maintain order.

Although there are three memorial tablets, the wild ghosts don't follow the rules like this, and some ghosts specially go to grab food from the little ghosts.Xiaoqian couldn't stand it anymore, picked up a bamboo and pushed them away, and was busy when she suddenly heard the cry of a little ghost.

The kid didn't want to eat, but cried and shouted: "Don't step on me, don't, don't..."

She looked under the table, and sure enough, a kid was stepped on and almost couldn't get up.After Xiaoqian scolded a few times, she dragged the child out.

This child didn't look very old, he was only eight or nine years old, and he died at such a young age, which made people feel distressed.After making them line up, Xiaoqian personally led the child to the tablet where he should be, pointed to the porridge and said, "Come, eat more."

The child immediately devoured it, and his body was wet and dripping.Han Guang saw that he died not long ago, how could such a young child become a lonely ghost?

After he finished eating, Han Guang beckoned him to come and talk.

"What's your name?"

"My, my... surname is Cheng, and my name is Xiaoqi."

"How did you die?"

"I fell into the well and drowned."

The cold light was clear, it turned out to be suicide, no wonder he couldn't go to reincarnation.Xiaoqi is the smallest ghost among them, he looks listless, he must have been bullied by ghosts recently.

"Is the family gone?" Han Guang asked.Today is the Hungry Ghost Festival, so the new ghosts should not have sacrifices.

At this time, all the ghosts had eaten and dispersed, and there was more summer heat in the Taoist temple. Mi Buyun's big dark glasses covered with cold light also gathered around to watch the fun. Xiaoqian and Mingsu were cleaning up the sacrificial offerings Taste.Xiaoqi pinched the corner of his clothes, lowered his head, and said very ashamedly: "I did something wrong, my parents will not sacrifice to me."

He was dressed in rags, and it seemed that he didn't even have a good dress when he was buried. His family was indeed poor.Mi Buyun interjected, "Then what did you do wrong?"

Did this kid steal all the money from the family?What kind of crime would such a well-behaved and pitiful child commit?

To his surprise, Xiaoqi sobbed: "I, I lost my father's Zhizhi..."

To promote weaving is crickets, and folks enjoy cricket fighting, and some of them are even worth thousands of gold.When Mi Buyun heard this, he couldn't believe it and said, "Zuzhi? We caught a lot of these things on the mountain, what's the value?"

Xiaoqi cried loudly: "Brother, you don't know, my father and mother paid for it. It has a blue neck and golden wings... Without him, my family would suffer! It's all me!" It's my fault, I'm so scared, woo woo woo..."

Mi Buyun and Han Guang looked at each other, and the crying also attracted Xiaoqian's attention, so she came over to comfort Xiaoqi softly.Xiaoqi said some more intermittently. It turns out that today's royal family and nobles love to fight crickets, so local officials ordered all townships and counties to supply good crickets in order to flatter their superiors.This task was assigned layer by layer, and the bottom one was Li Zheng.

Xiaoqi's father is Chengming, a timid scholar who is not good at dealing with people, so at this critical juncture, he was reported to be Lizheng.He couldn't catch crickets when he became famous, and he didn't dare to blackmail the common people, so he was often accused of crimes. Not only did he lose all his family property, but he was also beaten until his legs were bleeding, and he couldn't get out of bed.

Cheng Ming was extremely anxious, and when he felt that he would not be able to survive, his wife asked the witch in the village and got some clues.They really caught a particularly good cricket, that is, the cricket with golden wings in Xiaoqi's mouth.This one was lost by Xiaoqi.

He didn't dare to face his father, so he simply threw himself into a well and didn't even go home to take a look at the first seven.

……

After Xiaoqi's story was told, everyone fell into silence.

This family is so miserable that a child was forced to death by crickets.

Han Guang pondered that this story was different from what she remembered. In her impression, Xiao Qi became a cricket himself.Xiaoqi cried and knelt on the ground, kowtowed repeatedly: "I can't do business because of the loss, my parents are about to die because of me, brothers and sisters, I beg you, save my parents, I can do anything ..."

There are a lot of crickets on Black Mountain, making it difficult for them to sleep every night because of the noise.Han Guang felt sorry for the child, so he waved his hand and said, "Let's go up the mountain to catch crickets!"

After tossing around for most of the night, Han Guang and Ming Su really caught quite a few crickets.

The crickets outside the Taoist temple have been rampant all summer, and their homes were collectively ransacked tonight, and they suffered a catastrophe.They didn't come back until dawn, and the baskets were full of various crickets, big and small.

Mi Buyun has poor eyesight and did not participate in the battle. He was in charge of picking crickets in the dining hall.The big and fierce ones were all brought back to Xiaoqi for work.

Although there is no strange cricket with blue body and golden yellow wings, the quality is not enough, so you can use the quantity as a mortgage.There is no custom of cricket fighting in this area of ​​Jinhua, so this little thing is not uncommon.

Xiaoqi took the cricket and left gratefully. He is a ghost, and he ate the joss sticks, so he should be able to float home soon.

There was still a basket and a half of crickets left, Ming Su asked: "How should I deal with it?"

Then you need to ask?

Han Guang glanced at the frying pan, and said with a slight smile, "Of course they were fried and eaten!" There were no pesticides in this era, and crickets were still very natural.

Mi Buyun looked pale and shook his head vigorously: "Is this edible?"

Half an hour later, Mi Buyun grabbed the cricket with both hands, ate it and praised, "Ah, it's so delicious."

This scent also attracted Li Nu, but he took a look outside the dining hall, hesitated for a while, and didn't go in.

Xiaoqi was in a good mood. When the dawn broke, he had drifted through countless places and was on his way home.

He hugged the dozen or so crickets in the crate tightly in his arms, not daring to open them to take a look, and he didn't dare to put them down.Seeing that they were about to reach the entrance of the village, a hunchbacked old woman came out of the house by the road.

She seemed to be able to see Xiaoqi and coughed.

Xiaoqi only cared about being happy and wanted to go home to see his parents, so he ignored her.When drifting past her, the hunchbacked old woman said quietly: "A kid who got married? The jiaozhi you lost was guided to your mother by me."

He paused in his steps and turned around in surprise.

The old woman smiled, and Xiaoqi could see her face clearly, the dark and yellow face was covered with wrinkles, but her eyes were not cloudy, but rather radiant.She looked at the basket in Xiaoqi's arms, shook her head and said, "Even if there are a hundred of you, they can't compare to the one I gave to your mother."

"I only have these!" Xiaoqi said sadly.

"Don't worry, child, I can still help you." The hunchbacked old woman chuckled, showing a sly smile, and said slowly: "Your troubles can only save your father from punishment for a while, but they can't really help you." Helped him. And I, not only can make your father a job, but also make him rise to the top... As long as you want, you can compensate your father and let the family live a good life..."

There was an irresistible temptation in her hoarse voice, which hit Xiaoqi's heart even more.He was ashamed of his parents and wanted them to live a truly good life.

"What should I do, mother-in-law?"

"Give me your soul..."

The crate full of crickets fell to the ground with a thud, and they continued to squeak, and no one cared.Suddenly, the lid of the basket was opened, and a withered old hand reached in, and set down a cricket that looked like a mole cricket. Although it was small in size and covered in black and red, after jumping off, the rest of the crickets were silent. .

At the entrance of the village, Xiaoqi disappeared.

On July [-]th, Hanguang took the people in Guanli to the river to release river lanterns.

The plan was delayed last night because of looking for crickets, so tonight, they took the lotus lanterns, lit the candles in the middle, and let them float on the water.A little bit of candlelight is reflected in the water, guiding the way home for the undead.

This ceremony is dispensable to Han Guang.She didn't miss the dead in this era, she just put an empty lamp with no writing on it, and let it drift away.

Mi Buyun looked a little dignified, and he wrote several names on the lotus lantern.

It was getting late, and after the river lanterns were set off, several people went back to the Taoist temple together.When passing by the cabin, Yun shouted: "My Lord, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Han Guang heard the words, and walked towards it with a lantern, illuminating the darkness.Yun was sitting on a rock, with a snow-white cat beside her.

"it's him!"

Yun proudly puffed up his chest, and said to Han Guang: "The temple master asked me to find cats, with a radius of dozens of miles, and he is the most powerful. Lao Bai has lived for dozens of years, and can understand human speech. In cats, It's hard to come by..."

The cat named Laobai looked at Hanguang reservedly, and nodded to her.

Han Guang said: "Male?"

Yin said loudly: "Don't be so strange! Lao Bai is so mighty, of course... he is a male cat."

Its voice gradually weakened, Han Guang couldn't help but leaned over and asked Lao Bai: "Come to my house to eat fish?" Seeing Lao Bai nodding, he stretched out his hand to hug it.

Yi said: "I still have one poem that I miss. Meow Meow Meow, Qu Xiang Xiangtian Meow, Bai Meow Floating Soup, Red Pepper Wave Qingbo..."

Accompanied by its ups and downs reciting poems, Han Guang and a group of people walked into the Taoist temple.

Under the moonlight, Li Nu jumped off the roof of the Sanqing Hall.

He was about to go down and turn around pretending to be nothing, when he suddenly noticed a strange aura, so he raised the cat's head and saw the white, furry thing in Han Guang's arms.

Damn, she brought back another cat!

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