The old lady slowly finished telling this story intermittently. When she finished telling it, it was already dark and it was past the time to eat, but no one in the ward left. Everyone was dumbfounded and obsessed with that.

Inextricable from the legendary stories of the times.

This past event is extremely important, so I briefly summarized it, tried my best to remove the nonsense from the old lady's narrative, and retell it as it is.

At that time, the members of the commune, led by Party Secretary Lao Sun, went up to the mountain with tools to demolish the temple. It must have been early in the morning, and the sun was about to rise in the sky. The edge slowly formed an arc, which looked like it was rolling red.

A fireball, the upper half of the sky was dyed red, the light suddenly shone in all directions, and the Cangshan Mountain stretched in the distance. This scene filled the hearts of the commune members with infinite passion.

Magnificent, great steelmaking. Magnificent, red

When everyone reached the mountainside, the sun was rising into the sky. In the vibrant glow, everyone saw a man standing at the door of the mountain temple.

This is a monk. He is young, looks childish, and still looks childlike. He has a shaved head, wears tight gray monk clothes, and leggings, standing in front of the temple. He has a dignified and inviolable air.

Deterrence.

Party secretary Lao Sun came to the temple gate with a team of energetic young people. A large group of at least a hundred people were only five or six meters away from the young monk. The young monk did not show any concern in the face of this aggressive group of villagers.

As he moved, he put his palms together.

Lao Sun shouted: "What do you do, monk? Why have I never seen you before?"

This ancient temple is so old that even the oldest man in the village can't tell when it was built. Moreover, this temple has been abandoned for many years. Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, no monks have been seen. There is no incense in the main hall.

I don’t know where the Buddha statues are. They have been in disrepair for a long time. It’s good if they don’t collapse.

Why did a monk suddenly appear and become an enemy of the people? Standing at the gate of the temple, he meant to stand in the way.

The young monk bowed and said: "Dear donors, this temple has a history of nearly a thousand years. It was built by eminent monks in the late Song Dynasty. It is a cultural relic and cannot be demolished."

Party secretary Lao Sun patiently explained: "Little Master, you still have old feudal ideas. We demolished temples to build blast furnaces to support national construction. Our country is now poor and destitute. Under the leadership of Chairman Mao, we want to catch up with Britain and the United States and liberate the world."

The common people who are suffering all over the world. No matter how important cultural relics are, is it important to have a country, is it important to have people? Besides, such a ruined temple is also a feudal residue. We people are already the masters of our own country. There is no need to burn incense and kowtow like the good men and women in the old society, leaving such a temple

It makes no sense at all."

Someone said from behind: "Party secretary, don't talk nonsense to him, just break it up."

Party secretary Lao Sun said: "Why should we convince people with reason?"

Who would have thought that the young monk was really not going to eat the fine wine for the toast, but he actually sat cross-legged and meditated at the gate of the temple, which meant that he vowed to live and die together with the ancient temple.

Ouch, you dare to play this trick with us. The branch secretary is barbaric, and he is here to act like a scoundrel in front of our great People's Commune. You don't listen to my good words, but you have to force us to use violence. He waved his hand, and several people passed by.

Strong young man, lift the monk up, put it aside, and keep a close eye on him.

The young monk was anxious: "Don't mess around. This temple is a spiritual gathering array set up by eminent monks. Below is the Yin Gate. Once it is destroyed,"

The party secretary sneered twice, holding a shovel in both hands and standing on his feet. That posture was really cruel. He pointed at the ancient temple and said: "Demolish it."

Hundreds of people swarmed up, shovels and pickaxes were flying. The ancient temple, which was already in danger, could not withstand such a torment. There was only a "crash" sound, and smoke and dust spread everywhere, turning it into a pile of ruins.

At this moment, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky. Dark clouds rolled in, the light suddenly dimmed, a strong wind blew up on the mountain, and the green leaves all over the mountain rustled. Everyone looked at each other in silence, feeling a gloomy chill.

The branch secretary clapped his hands and yelled angrily: "What are you doing standing around, unloading bricks?"

Everyone carefully picked out some relatively complete bricks from the ruins and carried them down the mountain in bamboo baskets. After a full day of work, the huge ancient temple turned into a rubble field.

Grandma Qi Yan, who was still a young girl in her twenties at that time. I think she was quite beautiful when she was young. She had big braids, rolled up her trouser legs, and was the last one to go down the mountain with a shovel. Before she left, she looked back and saw that the monk was alone.

Standing in the temple ruins, holding a palm with one hand, head lowered, walking slowly, looking very heavy in his mind.

She heard the monk say something: "A tall building will be built on the ground in the face of calamity, but a storm will arise for no reason."

Suddenly, without any warning, it started pouring rain, strong winds blew, the rain hit your face, and a layer of mist rose on the ground. There seemed to be a whimpering sound floating halfway up the mountainside, very low and faint, and later it became loud.

There seemed to be men and women, and their cries were heard in the wind and rain, which made people's hair stand on end.

Qi Yan didn't dare to look anymore. She was already sensitive to these things. She had seen many things that others couldn't see since she was a child. She was so frightened that she ran down quickly. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the people in the commune could no longer see it.

The road turned into an inlet, and heavy rain washed the road into mud. There were originally many trees on the mountain, but due to lack of fuel for the construction of blast furnaces, the trees have been cut down one after another in recent years. Without trees, the mountain would be nothing.

The root soil was filled with muddy ponds everywhere due to heavy rains.

Qi Yan called out her friend's name, but no one answered in the mountains. All she could hear was lightning and thunder, and soon the world became chaotic, and the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

As I was walking, I suddenly heard a loud roar, and the mountain above me collapsed completely. Large pieces of soil and rocks mixed with grass poured down from a high place like a reservoir discharging water, and slid down the hillside.

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Qi Yan fainted without even humming.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying in the arms of a person in a dark cave. She screamed and quickly broke away. She found that the person holding her was actually the little monk. She closed her clothes and understood.

, it was someone who saved his life, so he quickly thanked him. The young monk smiled and said nothing.

She wanted to leave, but there was heavy rain and black smoke outside the cave, and she could not see anything clearly, so she had to stay.

She and the young monk stayed in the cave for three days and three nights

What exactly happened between grandma and the little monk, grandma didn’t tell at all. But according to my inference, they should have had a relationship.

A man and a woman were alone in a room, and later in the story, the young monk told her the biggest secret in his life. If there was no special relationship between the two, such private words would be impossible. Another story

Before she died, my grandma could not forget this man. Only when a man conquered a woman's body could he leave such a deep imprint on her heart. To sum up, not only did the two of them have a relationship, they must also have a wonderful sex process.

There is a great possibility that the young monk is the first man of grandma Qi Yan.

It was late at night on the third day that the two of them got together. The rain had stopped. Qi Yan felt a little cold after sleeping until midnight and woke up from the cold. She turned over and sat up and found that the little monk was not in the cave. She groped her way out of the cave and saw the monk.

Standing in the open space outside the cave, she looked up at the sky. It was late at night, the sky was full of stars, and it was as beautiful as a dream. Although Qi Yan grew up under a red flag and received a red education since she was a child, the girl's desire for romance was still there.

But it can break through all ideologies.

She walked behind the monk. The monk looked at her and suddenly said: "I want to tell you a secret."

Qi Yan looked at him.

The monk's eyes were a little confused, and he said word by word: "I am an immortal person."

"Immortal person" Qi Yan asked.

The monk's eyes were a little blurry: "I have lived for a long, long time, longer than you think. I am a person abandoned by the underworld."

Qi Yan burst into laughter. She didn't even listen to such nonsense. Besides, it was unreasonable. I had only heard of people being abandoned by the world, but how could anyone be abandoned by the underworld.

The monk didn't care about her attitude, raised his finger and pointed to the mountainside and said: "A long time ago, I was responsible for building the temple on the mountain."

Qi Yan looked at him jokingly: "Didn't you say it was built during the Song Dynasty?"

The monk nodded: "Yes, I built it during the Song Dynasty."

"Hehe, I think you are a lunatic. How many people did it take to build this temple and how big is its area?" Qi Yan asked questions like a barrage of questions.

The monk said: "Do you remember what you did somewhere when you were three years old? I only vaguely remember that under the mountain temple is the Yin Gate, and the whole temple is a formation pressing it. Once the temple is gone, what will happen

A very dangerous thing.”

"What is the Yin Gate?" Qi Yan asked.

"The door of the underworld." The monk said, "The passage connecting the two realms of yin and yang."

Qi Yan curled her lips, not believing it at all.

The monk did not continue with this topic, but sighed: "Many of my memories have been submerged in the dust of time. The longer I live, the worse my memory becomes, and I can no longer remember many things. Now

I, like duckweed, can only drift with the tide in the long river of fate."

"Then will you remember me?" Qi Yan asked.

It is this sentence that leads to the following long series of stories.

The monk looked at her, as if he had been thinking for a long time, and said: "Swallow, I have to solemnly entrust you with something. The world is about to be in chaos, and there will be no place for people like me, so I have to temporarily avoid disaster. This matter is related to

It's important. The person I trust the most is you. Only when I leave it to you can I rest assured." His tone was very heavy and serious, as if he was confessing the trust of a lifetime.

This thing is very strange. The monk gave her a wooden flat box and asked her to send it to a village in Henan twenty years later. Who should give it to her and where should she put it? The monk did not tell her at all. He only asked her to look at it by herself.

Then, the monk took out three more things: a book, a talisman, and embroidered shoes. He gave them to Qi Yan and told her that these three things were obtained by him in a certain dynasty. If they can extend his life, Gong Neng will be surprised. Now he solemnly

Pass it to her. And tell her that if the entrusted task is fulfilled, he and Qi Yan will have the chance to meet again in their lifetime, and he will tell her the secret of immortality.

The next morning, the monk left without saying goodbye and disappeared.

Qi Yan kept her promise, and twenty years later, after many twists and turns, she found the village. The village was located in the mountainous area in central Henan Province. It was too poor, with only about a hundred households living there, and every household was extremely poor. She had just walked to the entrance of the village.

, a group of half-year-old children were fighting and making trouble, and ran over like crazy. They were all dirty and had runny noses.

Qi Yan stood there, looking at these children, and she suddenly had a very strange feeling that the monk was in this village.

She stayed in the village for a long time. She went all over the place and could not find any monks at all. Let alone monks, there was not even a temple in the village. The oldest building in the village was from an unknown age.

The remaining ancestral hall. Before Qi Yan left the village, he hid the flat box that the monk had given him on the beam of the ancestral hall.

As for what was in the box, she had not opened it. She was worried about class struggle at the time and always thought that the monk's whereabouts were mysterious and that he might be a spy from Taiwan. Once the box was opened, what information was inside?

If you want to report it or not, I won’t be able to tell you at that time. It’s better not to know.
Chapter completed!