The two of them had been shopping outside for a long time. Old Wang was bored and said that this ruined place is really boring. We have been here for a few days. We should eat and drink. We will go home tomorrow, right
Although Zi Yang felt that there were too many weird things about Li Shu and Mo Lao San, he didn't think too much. Coupled with the cost of spending a lot of money on this journey, it was almost time to go back. At the moment, the two agreed to buy tickets tomorrow morning and go home.
The next day, the two slept well and stayed until 11 o’clock. They didn’t get up until the old Wang was too hungry. They packed a bit of food and began to pack their luggage and plan to check out. I didn't plan to go shopping for long, so I was done with a backpack. I was checking out when I went out. I saw that Uncle Li and his party were in the lobby. The bulging bags were piled up all over the floor. It seemed that I was going out too.
Except for the man with the pointed ear monkey cheek who went out with Mo Lao San yesterday, everyone else was there. A group of people seemed to be waiting for Uncle Li, who was leaning on the door frame with a fierce scar face, sitting in a chair with his eyes closed and rested.
At this moment, a dusty shadow flashed through the door, and Zi Yang almost cried out when he saw it. The visitor is wearing a pullover, a pair of sneakers, washed gray jeans, and a backpack on his back. Isn't this A Chong who has just parted
Obviously, A Chong also saw the two of Zi Yang, but he didn't seem to know him at all. He glanced at Li Shu and others, turned his back to Zi Yang and Lao Wang, and waved his hand hanging beside him, motioning not to make a sound. Zi Yang understood, and pulled the fat man's hand, obviously Lao Wang also saw A Chong, and looked at Zi Yang questioningly.
A Chong went straight to the group of people and whispered to Uncle Li. The two talked a few times, and Uncle Li gestured to the men behind him, and everyone began to confuse, as if they were about to leave. At this moment, Uncle Li looked up and saw the two of Zi Yang, and immediately greeted with a smile: "The two little brothers are back today?"
Zi Yang suddenly became curious and said to Uncle Li, "We plan to play for two more days and visit the temple that Mo Lao San said."
Uncle Li's face was startled. Then he said, "Well, well, we are also going to go there, and we will go together."
Zi Yang thought to himself, this old fellow city mansion is really unfathomable, these people are not kind, and they don't know what consequences they will bring if they casually say it, let alone what A Chong has to do with these people.
Earlier, I heard A Chong talked about cooperating with some domestic organizations, and I must have dealt with people like Uncle Li. This group of people is not like a good-for-nothing. Don’t be fooled. Uncle Li has many people. With his current situation, he may not be able to cope with it. Follow me and Lao Wang to see if I can help—this is my own point. Jinliang is limited, and the dull overlord next to him might be able to come in handy.
Make up his mind and look at Uncle Li and others with a smile.
Uncle Li's face remained silent, but the few people who followed him gave Zi Yang a vicious look. Especially the scar face, and Lao Wang stared at each other for a long time.
"What are you looking at?"
"Look at you!"
Seeing that things are not going well, the two of them will be cut off after another two sentences, Zi Yang quickly grabbed Lao Wang's arm-there are many people on the other side, it will be a disadvantage to start, and it is not easy for A Chong to be caught in the middle.
Uncle Li obviously didn't want to cause trouble, so he coughed sternly, his scarred face seemed to have heard an order, and his fierce eyes no longer stared at the old Wang, but instead glared at the opposite eaves.
Uncle Li clapped his hands and stood up and said, "It's getting late, let's go!"
At the moment, a group of people carried their bags and walked out the door violently, A Chong silently followed behind. Swing his hand slightly behind his back, only Zi Yang could see this angle. But he couldn't guess what A Chong wanted to say. Do you mean not to say anything? Or do you say don't follow it
Although Lao Wang was sometimes stupid, he was still able to hold his breath at critical times. He understood that A Chong's identity was a bit subtle at this time, so he basically acted with the wink of Zi Yang-except for almost fighting with Scarface. People who practice martial arts all have this problem, and they have to try two tricks if they are not convinced when encountering a strong player. The two are also considered to be "cherishing each other."
After the noise of the bazaar yesterday, the town returned to tranquility. It seemed that everyone had suddenly disappeared. The streets were empty and there was only a mess left over there.
The town is not big, and they left the town with the best of incense sticks. After a short walk, the road began to become rugged, the population gradually became scarce, and there was a desolate gully in front of them.
A group of people walked sparsely, under the scorching sun, people and shadows merged together, just like a trampled earthworm, meandering on the dim ground.
This journey went all the way until dusk, and I saw a mountain far away-saying that the mountain is not suitable, but the hills are more appropriate. In places like northern Shaanxi, there are not too many high mountains and mountains, but they are mostly continuous. This hill seems to be several hundred meters high. The hill is full of rocks, and a sparse shrub on the top of the mountain can be regarded as a forest.
Near the top of the mountain, under the cover of the forest, it seemed to be in a trance like a building that did not know whether it was a dwelling or a temple. Dilapidated, obviously very old.
Lao Wang was very disappointed when he saw it, and he was dragged away by Zi Yang for a long time without having breakfast or lunch, and he almost had a fight with someone. If it hadn't been for Zi Yang to wink him all the way, he would have been guilty of a donkey temper, and after a long time, the so-called scenic spot was this broken mountain, and immediately aroused emotions, sat down on the ground, and raised a cloud of dust. "I can't walk anymore. If you like to see this ruined temple, go and see it. I'll be waiting for you. If you want me to climb up, unless you find an ox cart to carry me."
Uncle Li and the others looked back at Ziyang with a smile, as if they were saying that if you can't move, just go back, don't let me get in the way.
Zi Yang didn't get angry, and kicked Lao Wang's ass with his foot: "You're a bullshit, why are you so useless." Anxious, the Shaanxi dialect also appeared.
Pharaoh was about to have an attack, Zi Yang took out a pack of beef from his bag and threw it into his arms, staring at Pharaoh fiercely. When Lao Wang saw that Zi Yang lost his temper, he didn't take it for granted. He had food in his arms. He just turned over and said loudly, "You are not a good man until the Great Wall. Lao Tzu has gone so far. I don’t care about these hundreds of meters of mountain roads."
Uncle Li shook his head. How can this young man speak? Turn around and continue walking upwards.
Zi Yang also shook his head, thinking that you are a second-hand, here is a thousand miles away from the Great Wall!
Climbing to the top of the mountain, everyone can see the complete appearance of this ruined temple. I don’t know how long the building has taken. It looks like a ruin. The surrounding soil walls have been cracked, revealing the chaos and adobe inside, and all kinds of weeds are overgrown. among them. The earth wall is quite tall, and the scene inside cannot be seen clearly. An oblique and exaggerated wooden door is hidden, allowing only one person to enter and exit at the same time. It is not only unassuming, but very cramped, not like a temple, like Ziyang. With this height, you have to lower your head to avoid touching the door frame above.
Pushing the door in, I found that the courtyard inside was quite big, a bit like a courtyard in old Beijing. Directly opposite the door was a temple-like main hall, more than three meters high, with two mottled pillars one on the left and one on the right, supporting one. The corridor is more than half a meter wide. There are also dilapidated doors and windows on the side of the corridor, which are dark and indistinguishable. The main hall is built on the hillside, with two rows of wing rooms on both sides. The doors and windows are made of old wood. They have been in disrepair over time. The windows are covered with white paper, covered with dust, and the paper is gray and black. , I don’t know how many years have passed, and there are obviously several places that have undergone repeated sticking.
Old Wang smacked his lips and said, "This shabby place is older than my country grandma's old house. The things in it can be used as antiques in a few years, right?"
Everyone was looking at them. A dark boy walked out of the main hall. It was the thin boy who followed the old man yesterday, looking at everyone up and down.
As the leader of this cadre, Uncle Li took the initiative to take up the responsibility of public relations at this time, and went up to clasp his fists and said: "This little brother, we are from a foreign city. I heard that there are gods here, and I want to come in and worship."
Xiao Hei did not speak, looked at Uncle Li with a pair of eyes, then turned and walked into the main hall. Uncle Li hesitated for a while, turned around and gestured to his own person, and Scarface walked in first.
Zi Yang and Lao Wang went in for the last time, and Lao Wang muttered that the threshold for this broken house is quite high.
Zi Yang looked down. The threshold was over a foot high, and his palm was wide. It was obviously made of a whole piece of wood. It was strong and stable, but it was quite magnificent. It was a bit out of style with the "gate" that had just been dilapidated.
There is still a lot of space in this main hall, and a group of ten people standing in it doesn't seem crowded, because it's already dusk, it's not open and bright.
A one-person-high stone statue stands opposite the crowd, sitting on a stone foundation that is more than one meter high and two meters wide. This stone statue is old, with pits and pits on the surface, and the workmanship is very rough. The paint has been lost. If you don't distinguish it carefully, you won't be able to see that this is an individual. There are two shabby thick meadows in front of the stone statue base, which I think are used by people who come to bow down. Looking at the floating dust on them, it seems that they have not been kneeled for many days.
Lao Wang whispered, "How come there is no incense burner in this ruined temple?"
Although Lao Wang deliberately lowered his voice, almost everyone could hear his volume.
At this moment, there was an old voice in the corner saying: "There was an incense burner back then, and it was removed when it was broken." Everyone was startled, and turned to look at the dim corner. A spark flickered on the pipe. , A trace of green smoke gently curled up. At the end of the long tobacco rod, a faint person was sitting on a wooden chair.
With a snap at this time, Xiao Hei polished the match and lit the oil lamp on the stone base, and everyone could see the complete appearance of the hall.
The very angry old man was sitting on an imperial teacher's chair and smoking a cigarette pouch, with a leisurely air and a slow posture, his goatee curled up and down, staring intently at the brightness of the tobacco, his eyes not looking at the crowd at all.
On the wall behind the old man, there was a large dustpan made of shrubs, which was one meter long and wide. Zi Yang knew that this thing was used by villagers to peel corn, peanuts, and dry wheat grain. In addition, the main hall is empty ****, simple and simple. There is a side room on each side, the old man did not invite, and everyone was embarrassed to visit.
The old Wang said again, "There is no censer, but the merit box is there." He then pointed to a gray wooden box in front of the statue with a narrow opening, which he wanted to use to stuff money into.
The goatee ignored him, watching the fire on the pipe intently.
Lao Wang reluctantly said, "How can we worship with your attitude? I still have a wish!!"
The goatee still said to himself: "A sincere heart is good."
Seeing that the situation was a little bit stiff, Uncle Li haha said, "Yes, that's right, the old man has the right way, sincerity is the spirit." After saying that, he knelt on the mat and bowed twice, got up and stuffed a ten yuan bill into the merit box. . Several men under Uncle Li also went up and bowed down, each contributing one yuan to two yuan.
Lao Wang is not polite, kneeling on the mat with a grin, and grinning about what kind of immortal, blessing his disciple to become the CEO in the future, marrying Bai Fumei, and embarking on the pinnacle of life...
Zi Yang also went up and bowed for a while, secretly saying that he wished his parents good health and all the best, hesitated for a moment, and wished the girl rest in the spirit of heaven. He got up and stuffed 10 yuan into the merit box. Pharaoh waved his hand generously beside him: "My share is also included in it!"
Everyone knelt down, and the hall returned to silence. The goatee didn't say thank you. The black boy stood beside him with his hands down, and everyone stood empty-handed. The scene was embarrassing again.
Uncle Li stepped forward and said: "Lao Zhang, you see that it's too late. Our group has been walking for a long time. Now when we go back, we can't see the way when it gets dark. Secondly, we are not familiar with the road in life, can we be here? Borrow to stay overnight? Wait until dawn and then return?-We can pay for the accommodation."
The goatee was noncommittal. After a while, I watched Uncle Li standing there and didn't mean to leave. At this time, a bag of cigarettes was exhausted, and the goatee knocked the soot on his feet, "I don't care about it."
Uncle Li immediately filled his face with smiles, "No problem, no problem, the dry food we bring by ourselves is made of meat and vegetables, should we eat together with the elderly?"
Goatee didn't say no this time, it seemed to be tacit approval. Uncle Li was overjoyed, and hurriedly ordered his men to take out the beef and mutton, steamed buns, spicy peppers, pickles, etc. (they were quite complete), Xiao Hei took them, and took them to the next wing to warm up the dishes and rice. It turned out that the side room on the right turned out to be a kitchen.
Zi Yang felt embarrassed to eat and live for nothing, and also contributed some of the lamb that he brought along as snacks. I was secretly worried, half of the dry food in this area was eaten by the old king, and the rest was contributed. On the way back, I could only eat the wind in northern Shaanxi to satisfy my hunger.
If Zi Yang knew what would happen next, he would never worry about being hungry.