Even though Taoist Sanguang had practiced some boxing and kicking skills and had learned some breathing techniques since he was a child, he was currently hungry and couldn't defeat the thugs hired by the casino. His whole body was in pain, his stomach was hungry and cold, and he felt that the world was vast. , and there was nowhere to go.
At the top of the moon, the north wind blew, and the ground became cold. Taoist Sanguang, who had fainted, woke up again. There was no one on the street at this time, naturally because it was dark and everyone went back to their homes.
Taoist Sanguang was confused, thinking of the Taoist temple, which was his home, and staggered back.
Yuguan is surrounded by mountains on three sides and water on one side. The Taoist temple is located near the water. This river is also called Yushui. It takes the trees from Yuguan and turns them into water to nourish the area.
The Chongqing River has been flowing since ancient times, and it has flown around seven times and eight times. The Taoist temple stands on a cliff in the alluvial area of the beach, independent from the world, indifferent and distant. On the riverbank in the distance, there are hundreds of acres of fertile land, which is also Qi Sanguang's ancestral property.
At this time, there was a lone star in the sky and a pale moon, and the Taoist temple was as bright as a bean.
When Sanguang Taoist saw the lights, he felt warm in his heart. He suddenly felt a force of energy coming from nowhere and walked quickly into the Taoist temple. In the main hall, there is a statue of a god enshrined. It is all black, but the statue is lifelike. Judging from its appearance, it is a gentle woman holding a wisp of rice.
Sanguang Taoist remembered that he did not enshrine statues of gods before, but only set up a Taoist tablet. Could this statue be a deity that Mr. Shuo's family bought a Taoist temple and re-enshrined.
Seeing him holding rice in his hand means that he will have abundant harvests, good weather, prosperity and happiness.
The rice is not real rice, but a wisp of fake rice, made of the same material as the statue. Under the statue, steamed buns were enshrined. Sanguang Taoist was even more hungry and panicked when he saw this.
The aroma of the steamed buns was very tempting, and it seemed that there was still a trace of heat under the lamplight. Taoist Sanguang wanted to reach out for it, but when he reached halfway, he lowered his hand again and thought to himself: "Qi Sanguang, Qi Sanguang, even though you are a prodigal, I still have nothing to lose." You gambler has never stolen or robbed in your life, so why are you throwing away your last bit of conscience just for a bite of food?"
But there was another voice in my heart: "This is food offered to the gods. If the gods are merciful, they won't mind eating the steamed buns secretly."
Thinking of this, the balance in his heart tilted again.
The two thoughts went back and forth, but in the end Sanguang Taoist couldn't help being hungry and cold. He stretched out his hand to grab the steamed bun and put it into his mouth. After eating it, he felt remorseful in his heart. He kowtowed to the statue and said, "I don't know who the goddess is. If I eat your offering today, I will definitely repay you in the future."
Suddenly a voice said leisurely: "Really?"
The voice was low and had an indescribable charm. After hearing it, Taoist Sanguang felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep. He dreamed that he had become a middle-aged man with a wealthy family who had been running a Taoist temple for generations. Later, he gave birth to a son and held him in the palm of his hand. The child became older and older, became more and more disobedient, and became more willing to gamble. He was so angry that one day, he was too old to walk, and the traitor had no one to control him. He hung out in the casino and refused to go home. The old couple was getting older and older, and the traitor had nothing to do except go home to get money. Look at them less.
Later, the couple died of illness one after another, and he turned into a spirit and followed Nizi's side. Nizi became even more unscrupulous, until even the family's ancestral property was pawned off.
After a few more years of this, Nizi owed so much debt that he was kicked out of the casino. Later, I saw a wealthy family on the street inviting people to catch monsters. When the villain went to that family, he found out that this family was the wealthy family that bought their Taoist temple. The villain thought that after catching the monster, he took the reward and continued gambling. He finally He became angry and gave birth to nameless power, which actually made Nizi see him, and his fists and kicks fell on Nizi, making him scream in pain. Nizi ran away and passed by the casino. He was not willing to give in. He wanted to try his luck, but was beaten by the casino's thugs. He was beaten, thrown outside, and finally died on the street from hunger and cold.
Qi Sanguang didn't find out that Nizi was him until Nizi died.
The cause he sows is the fruit today.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and found that the moonlight was cold, illuminating him alone. The north wind blew, and he was on the street, making hungry sounds alone and feeling pain all over his body. It turned out that he was having a dream within a dream.
The previous dream was so real that it made him feel all kinds of regrets. The past few decades were like a dream and he couldn't bear to look back.
He suddenly realized that his life should not be wasted like this, he still had the skills and feet, and he should start a new life in the future to prevent his father from being sad and resentful.
Qi Sanguang stood up from the cold and hard ground. He didn't know where to go for a while. He remembered his first dream and walked back to the Taoist temple passed down by his family.
When he arrived at the temple, the scene was the same as what he had seen in his dream. Even the quantity and placement of the steamed buns were exactly the same.
Taoist Sanguang couldn't help but wonder, he was so blessed that he kowtowed and said: "Qi Sanguang thanks the empress for your guidance. From now on, he will start a new life, publicize the name of God for the empress, and do his best for the fellow villagers and elders."
He thought sincerely, and a ray of light fell from the sky. Qi Sanguang was bathed in it, and the previous pain quickly disappeared at an incredible speed.
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Three days later, there was a lively event in Yuguan City. It turned out that under the leadership of the famous local squire Master Shuo, many rich squire people, together with the county master, prepared three animals and went to a temple on the edge of the Chongqing River. .
Such a large battle naturally attracted many people to watch. Since ancient times, the people's hearts have been like water, but how the water flows depends on these squires.
When everyone arrived in front of the temple, they saw three big characters written on it. The writing was vigorous and the ancient seal script was used.
Mr. Shuo is naturally standing at the front. The county magistrate and he are both from two ranks, but Mr. Shuo is older and ranks higher. The most important thing is that he has strong financial resources and has great influence among the local gentry, so he is ranked first. As it should be.
A temple blessing man came out of the temple in front of him. He was quite an immortal man and greeted all the squires and county officials. Some of them recognized him as the old gambler Qi Sanguang, also known as Taoist Sanguang.
I didn't expect that this man dressed up like that and was chatting and laughing with those gentlemen.
With the etiquette of worshiping the gods, three sacrifices were made, and the squires invited the elderly and virtuous people to read out the congratulations.
On the other side, Shen Lian was standing leisurely outside the temple, with the Chongqing River under his feet. The river water below was impacting, splashing clouds and mist. Shen Lian grabbed the Chongqing River from the void, as if a ball of spiritual energy came to his hand, and the other hand , but it was a handful of soil and cement, which, following Shen Lian's hand, turned into a Taoist talisman that seemed imaginary but not imaginary, and seemed real but not real.
Following Shen Lian, he flicked the Taoist talisman, and as quickly as lightning, he entered the Ceres Temple and fell into the statue of the Ceres Goddess.