In the early 1990s, there were no trains in the town. At that time, when I came to the town for the first time, my curiosity and joy had already diluted my feeling of leaving. At that time, there were few cars, and the streets were full of cars, tractors, and motorcycles.

, the shabbier the car, the faster it drove. It drove away in a dusty way, with thick smoke behind it. The streets were full of stalls, selling clothes, daily necessities, tobacco, alcohol and fruits. Unlike now, the streets

The road is full of entertainment venues. My grandfather took me to a roadside snack bar to eat a bowl of noodles, and then hurriedly hit the road and arrived at the station.

It was said to be a station, but it was actually an empty space. At that time, no one was in charge of it, and everyone worked independently, soliciting customers when they came. A few conductors made a fuss for a long time, and my grandfather and I got on a bus. It was in tatters and the windows were broken.

At noon, the car set off and headed for the big city. The scenery on the roadside before was no longer visible now. When we walked through the villages, they were basically all tile-roofed houses, with chimneys standing behind them, and smoke rising from the kitchen.

There are only a few buildings. There are yards behind the houses, where chickens and ducks are raised. The roads are also in bad condition, and there are few cars on the road. They drive very fast and the road is bumpy.

The car drove for four or five hours, and I gradually fell asleep. When I woke up, the car had stopped and arrived in a big city. After getting off the car, there was no time for me to play, so my grandpa took me directly to the train station.

I only vaguely remember that in big cities, the buildings are very tall, there are many cars, and the people are all dressed in colorful clothes, which is very beautiful. As for the train station, it is not like now, the building looks like a European style, and there is a big clock tower next to it, but the clock has stopped.

In the evening, I followed my grandpa on the train. There were few people in the train mountain that day, and the scenery along the way fascinated me for several days. Whenever I saw something strange, I yelled and asked grandpa if he knew anything.

, just tell me everything.

After getting off the bus, I found a hotel to rest for the night. I embarked on the journey again the next day, heading to a small town. This town was slightly more prosperous than the town in my hometown. Grandpa told me that he came to seek refuge with a

After getting off the car, the grandfather and grandson walked along the side of the road. There was no one on the side of the road. There were trees beside them and rivers on the side with accumulated water. The water in the city is incomparable with that in the countryside. The water in the countryside is crystal clear.

, but the water in the city is all black.

After walking for a while, grandpa suddenly stopped and stared straight ahead. I was also quite curious, so I looked ahead. I saw a hearse with white stripes hanging on it, and the passers-by in the car were playing and playing. It was so lively. I was there

I stared blankly, vaguely feeling that something was wrong. The sound of the horn in my ears disappeared completely, and there was only the hearse in my eyes. The hearse turned a corner and drove towards us. I was so scared that I froze in place. That car,

Instead of driving along the road, it rushed diagonally into the river. The driver seemed not to feel anything. The steering wheel remained motionless amid the piercing sound of the horn.

"Going down, going down." I jumped up quickly and shouted. Grandpa wrapped a white cloth around his wrist, pointed to the right, and chanted: "The road is in the world!" The driver heard our shouting and turned around.

Soul, now less than two meters away from the river ditch. He turned the steering wheel sharply and stepped on the brakes. The car drove in the opposite direction, staggered, and hit a book. The tree broke with the sound and was knocked out in two pieces. The front of the car also

It was deeply stuck, but fortunately the driver was not stuck. The driver took out a hammer, smashed the window, and jumped out. Thinking back to the scene just now, he looked at us in shock and panic. The undertaker in the car was shocked.

, jumped out of the car one after another, surprised and confused. Grandpa led me over and said to them: "Today is not suitable for a funeral. Take the body back first."

Several of the undertakers didn't believe it at first, but when the driver told them what had just happened, they realized that it was grandpa who had saved them. They were all shocked. An old man quickly asked grandpa: "When should the funeral be held?" Grandpa thought for a while and answered.

He said, "Leave the address and then take the body back. I'll go over and take a look tomorrow." The old man kept asking for a long time, hoping that grandpa would follow them there that day. Since grandpa wanted to see an old friend, he just agreed to go over and take a look tomorrow. Several people

Thanks a lot, he dragged the body back again.

Grandpa took me through the town for a long time, walking up and down dozens of streets and alleys, and finally came to a Taoist temple. There were two pillars at the door with two dragons coiled around it. There was a gate in front and two small doors next to it.

The side entrance is surrounded by green bricks and green tiles, with a stripe of yellow paint on the bottom. The corners of the temple door face the sky, and a plaque "Sparse Cloud Temple" hangs on it. Grandpa took me in, and there were only a few tourists inside. A female Taoist priest in her forties,

Wearing a robe and a green hat, she was sweeping fallen leaves in the courtyard. Grandpa walked up to her and asked, "Is Taoist Qingyu here?"

The female Taoist priest was surprised and asked her grandfather: "How do you know Taoist Master Qingyu?" Grandpa sighed and replied: "We are old friends. After all, we haven't seen each other for forty years." The female Taoist priest looked surprised.

, and quickly said respectfully: "No wonder, no wonder. The Taoist priest has not used the Taoist name Qingyu for twenty years. You go to the backyard, the Taoist priest is chopping wood." Grandpa quickly thanked me and took me to the cross Taoist temple.

, came to the backyard. The backyard was a bamboo forest, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. An old Taoist priest was chopping wood in the backyard. Grandpa walked over and shouted: "Brother Qingyu, do you still remember me?"

Taoist Master Qingyu raised his head, saw his grandfather's face, and dropped the machete in his hand. After a long time, he chuckled and said: "Remember, remember, how could I not remember? Your broken face, the Taoist can tell at a glance.

"After saying that, the two old men laughed, but their eyes were moist. When the two met, they didn't know what to say for a moment. Taoist priest Qingyu suddenly saw me and smiled happily: "This is your grandson?

"Grandpa nodded, Taoist Master Qingyu nodded: "Okay, okay, okay!"

After meeting old friends, Taoist Master Qingyu stopped doing anything. He took his grandfather's hand and went back to the Taoist temple to reminisce about the past. Grandpa asked me to play around. I was full of curiosity and wandered around the Taoist temple. It was a small Taoist temple and there was basically nothing inside.

Tourists usually only have people nearby burning some incense and praying to gods. Taoist temples are different from Buddhism. They worship the Sanqing Zhenren, the Jade Emperor, Taishang Laojun and so on. They all have pointed heads and goat beards on their chins. At that time

I was young and didn't understand. I was groping around everywhere. In front of the statue, there was a table with sandalwood and fruits. Under the table, there was a golden squat cattail for visitors to kneel and kowtow. There was a "Prayer" at the door.

"Box" (charity platform). After worshiping gods here, tourists usually put some money into it to support the Taoist priests in Guanzhong. There are two "incense towers" at the door. They are about two meters high, like bamboo shoots, with hollows in the middle for offerings.

Tourists burn incense and yellow paper.

I ran all the way that day and knelt down to all the gods in the Taoist temple. I kowtowed no matter how many times, and then I talked nonsense to them. As I talked, I felt like they were really listening to me, and I was amusing myself.

For a long time, I think very few people have been to Taoist temples in small towns. The feeling is different. The temples are elegant and the Taoist priests are stationary. They don’t ask for money, but only the sincerity of tourists. When I grow up, I go to Taoist temples in big cities.
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