In many legendary stories, when a strong protagonist encounters some unexpected things, he usually uses a way of hiding his identity to understand the people's situation and solve the problem.
They often choose a very non-existent map, and have some wonderful intersections with a group of NPCs who also have no sense of existence.
We generally call this kind of behavior called pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, and we call this kind of map that provides places a small town OR a small town.
Of course, Gu Yu is not pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, but the sympathy between the strong members of the Dou Zong will produce many subtle feelings, and it is difficult to cover up the real body. That's why he used the Second Yuanshen to go northward and search Wusheng Laomu temples in various places.
Yun Yazi has already made a judgment that the woman must be the descendant of the folk school of law. As for whether it is the Luo Jiao, the White Lotus School or the Feitian Noodles School, it has not yet been determined, but the possibility of the Luo School is relatively high.
Because there are very few outstanding talents in the sect, Luo Xuepu is undoubtedly the most conspicuous one.
Before Gu Yu set off, he asked for detailed information through the Daoist Association.
About 30 years ago, there were still more than 20 Wusheng Laomu temples in Xia Kingdom, but later, a group of cult members who liked to forcefully print words on banknotes used the name of Wusheng Laomu to spread teachings in private, and were arrested by the police. I took a litter.
So it was reduced from a dozen to a dozen, and they were distributed in remote areas in the four provinces of Shanxi, Shandong, Hebei, and Henan, of which Hebei accounted for half of them.
Yecheng, a small community town.
Three kilometers east of the town, there is a bulging hill called Moganpo. The mountain is reddish-brown in color, hard and delicate in texture, and is a good material for grinding stones. Local people often use it to sharpen knives, sickles, and axes.
After the environment changed, the millstone also became a spiritual mine, which can improve the sharpness of the magic weapon. However, the grade is not high and its utility is limited, so it is controlled by a small local sect.
Xiaoshe town used to belong to the mining area, where coal was produced and the economy was once brilliant. But as the mining was exhausted, it declined rapidly just like the old industrial base outside the customs.
Later, there was a beast tide, and the whole town was evacuated, and it was not rebuilt after that. Thanks to those spiritual mines, it managed to gather a population of tens of thousands.
The winter morning is extremely cold, the sun is wrapped in the clouds, and there is a little light in the half-dead.
With an ordinary face and an acquired body, Gu Yu walked slowly on the hillside. He investigated five old mother temples before, but found nothing. This is the sixth one.
The mountain bag is very short, and you can clearly see the colorful flags and prayer flags on the top of the mountain, red walls and yellow tiles, temple halls, and the steps at the door are scattered and orderly, covering a large area.
Gu Yu stepped into the mountain gate, and saw the four great Vajras standing on the left and right sides, each holding a dharma weapon. The first hall is the Hades and Guanyin, the second hall is the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother, the third hall is the Sanqing, and the last is the Laomu Hall.
There are four upper rooms and five lower rooms, with a height of three feet.
The first floor is dedicated to the old mother who has no birth, wearing a yellow cloak and holding a Tai Chi Yin Yang Eight Diagrams. She is kind and kind, much like the old lady in ancient times. On the second floor is the Holy Mother of the Emperor, who is dignified and beautiful, and the mother of the world.
Get the fuck out!
Gu Yu didn't even bother to read it all, so he turned around in a hurry and left immediately. He couldn't believe that Luo Xuepu would stay here, why would the King of Hades and Avalokitesvara be placed upstairs and downstairs, who is the Holy Mother of Heaven
If Snow Bodhisattva were really here, he would have demolished the temple with his bare hands.
He went out along the same road, the temple was not very prosperous, and it was very dilapidated, and there were no Taoist priests stationed there, only a few family members of the sect sat at the door of the bedroom, chatting while boiling water and cooking.
"Your daughter-in-law's due date is coming soon, when will she be born?"
"It's just been a few days. I've been making noises at home, insisting on going to the hospital, and even asking for a safety talisman. Is this a person who lives a life? How much do you ask for a Zhang talisman? Now this child is hypocritical."
"Yo, you think it's too expensive and you still spent so much money on Zhang Birth Talisman?"
"That's different. She has already given birth to three girls, and this child must give birth to a grandson for me!"
"Hey, I heard that the church in the town is very good, and many people have joined the church. Do you want to try it?"
"I have immortals who don't believe in God, are they full?"
church
With a thought in his heart, Lao Gu left the temple thoughtfully, stood on the hillside for a while, wiped himself and ran towards the small town.
…
In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the streets are dry and cold.
The Spring Festival is approaching, and the market is still in a slump. In fact, there are still people, not a few, but there is no atmosphere. With tired faces, they stop and go, chat mechanically, and choose various New Year's goods as if completing a task.
During the Chinese New Year, the hometown of old friends is the atmosphere.
Most of them are not locals, their families are broken, their wives are separated, and they have no old friends or homeland.
In the twenty-eighth year of the Immortal Calendar, the layout of Xia Kingdom's urban agglomeration has long been completed, and life has returned to stability, but a series of sequelae cannot be erased in a short time.
Lack of money, lack of morality, lack of a wife, lack of practice... everything, the most obvious of which is the lack of a sense of belonging.
Except for the native-born population of big cities, almost all of them left their hometowns and went south and north. Migration within the same province is okay, at least the region is similar, and migration across provinces is bad, there is always a sense of drifting away.
The small community town is like a microcosm, full of desolation and helplessness.
Gu Yu was walking on the street, aware of this atmosphere, but couldn't empathize with it.
Wearing a boy's skin, he wobbled around and looked around, and bought himself a woolen hat worth 100 yuan, and put it on his head, hey, I'm the most beautiful boy on the street!
After wandering around for a long time, almost half of the town, I felt that the world was very angry. There is no way, the small place has nothing to do with practice, and occasionally I see a few chickens wearing martial arts costumes passing through the market, and they are domineering when they are only acquired, which shows that their standards are behind.
And as he was walking, he suddenly saw a low, illegal building beside the road, with three big characters written on it: oil splashed noodles.
He patted his stomach, and happened to be a little hungry.
When the thick cotton curtain was lifted, a gust of hot air rushed in. There were four tables inside, and a stove stood in the middle of it.
"Big bowl of fried noodles!"
"okay!"
The room was already full of three tables, and Gu Yu sat against the wall, looking at the smoky dilapidated room and the noisy voices beside him, feeling a little nostalgic.
But then he shook his head, why don't I eat minced meat
After waiting for about ten minutes, a bowl of steaming oil-splashed noodles was brought to the table. The chopped green onion, pepper powder, salt, chili and other ingredients were spread in a thick layer, and then poured with a large spoon of boiling vegetable oil. The hot oil boiled, Zi la zi la sounded, and the bowl was full of red light.
As soon as Gu Yu looked at the bowl of red, he knew that the craftsmanship was authentic, and he couldn't stop nodding when he picked up chopsticks. It was delicious and tasted right.
While he was admiring, he suddenly heard an old man at the next table sigh, "It's still not quite right."
"What's the matter, I think it's delicious!"
A young man was holding a bowl, snoring and eating deliciously, "I heard that the owner is from Qinchuan. Don't look at this shop, it's famous far and wide. Why doesn't it taste good in your mouth?"
The old man put down his chopsticks and said slowly: "This noodle needs to be hand-rolled wide, the pepper needs to be ground with two vitex, bell pepper and Qin pepper, and the vinegar is the most important thing. You must use Baoji's Qishan vinegar. Don't get that smell!"
"You're always arguing about eating fried noodles. This is the most authentic. Now that Qishan vinegar is gone, where do you want me to find it?"
The young man didn't take it seriously, and said, "I think it's good. The flour is much stronger than before, and it's very strong. Besides, it's just a bowl of noodles, as long as it tastes good..."
boom!
The old man slammed the table, startling everyone, pointing at his grandson and yelling, "Are you trying to piss me off, you little bastard? Do you still remember that you are from Qinchuan? When I die, you won't even kill yourself!" I have forgotten where my hometown is!"
"..."
The young man was very confused and really didn't understand.
He has no qualifications for spiritual practice, and has been admitted to a university in the capital. He has studied for a semester and has a handsome boyfriend. The professional employment situation is very good, my life is stable, I usually do part-time jobs, and the economy is not under much pressure.
It is twenty-eight years in the fairy calendar, but he is only nineteen years old.
"Woo..."
The old man's spirit was not stable, and he began to cry after cursing and cursing, and a string of Qin Chuan words with a strong local accent blurted out.
Gu Yu listened quietly, put down his chopsticks after a while, stood up and called out, "Boss, how much is it?"
"..."
"Boss, check out!"
"..."
After shouting several times, a voice came from the back kitchen with white curtains, the same Qin Chuan dialect, the same ambiguity.
Gu Yu sighed, took out a banknote that was enough to pay and put it on the case, and asked the people at the other table: "Do you know that there is a church in the town?"
"Oh, in the Bai family compound, go south, across from the street office." The man pointed enthusiastically.
He thanked him and went out, walked south for about ten minutes, and saw a very exaggerated building group standing beside the road.
The Bai Family Courtyard was built in the late Qing Dynasty. The first generation of Patriarch was Bai Laoxian, who managed the family well and had 6,000 mu of land, and built this large manor. Divided into east and west, there are 26 large and small courtyards, and more than 500 houses.
However, the descendants of the descendants began to spoil the family wealth, smoked opium and emptied the family property, and then began to sell the land, from 6,000 mu to 60 mu before the founding of the People's Republic of China.
After the founding of the country, it was even more weird. Suddenly he became a poor peasant with no food, no money and no land. It's amazing!
Gu Yu strolled to the door, and with a cursory glance of his spiritual sense, most of the houses were vacant, and the local government didn't have the money to maintain them, so they left them abandoned.
The design of the compound is very elegant, the east and west are distributed in Tai Chi, the main hall is at the anode position, the whole is like a fully enclosed castle, with archery towers and shooting holes.
As for the church, it is in the main courtyard.
Gu Yu weighed his own level. He is in his early 1.7 meters, ugly, thin and weak, and his acquired cultivation... is enough!
This guy walked in, passed the gate and turned left, and entered the second gate of the compound, which is a square courtyard. There are seven main rooms and four east and west wing rooms. The door of the main room is open and built on a high platform.
Several people were washing vegetables and preparing meals in the courtyard, and when they saw him, they asked, "What do you want?"
"Oh, it's okay, let's pass by and take a look, is this allowed?"
"Come in, come in!"
The other party was very enthusiastic, and the oldest woman put down the vegetables and got up to say hello, "Look around, this is the church, a place of freedom."
"Is it still allowed, uh, to open a church now?"
"The government has not explicitly banned it, so it is allowed."
"..."
Gu Yu looked at her, ordinary clothes, dark skin, a little messy hair, very ordinary urban-rural fringe temperament.
His spirit is also in the acquired state, and he can't see too many details, but he intuitively tells himself that there is a very strange and special aura about this woman, which he has never seen before.