I turned back in shock, only to find that I had walked out of a side door. The shape of the ancient building was extremely simple, with four or five floors, black wooden beams, black tiles, and black metal parts embellished throughout. Look carefully.
You can also see the amazing steel frame structure.
From the outside, this ancient building has a history of at least several hundred years. Its natural appearance and octagonal architectural style are very similar to the iron tower in the temple. However, why does an ancient building with a long history have so many
metal material?
Thinking back carefully, when I followed the ghost servant downstairs, I found a lot of unknown iron tools, especially the "through-core pillar" fixed in the middle. They must be solid non-ferrous metals. If we postpone it a hundred years, this way
Is it so easy to cast huge iron tools?
Besides, the surrounding buildings are no different from ordinary residential areas. According to custom, the buildings here should be of the type that were gradually erected after reconstruction. All directions have been renovated and only it still remains. Could it be that,
Is this thing really a historical site that has been passed down for hundreds of years and is of great research value?
I have been living in this city for several years, and my experience is not too shallow, but why have I never heard of such a building...
Logically speaking, the possibility of this happening is almost zero...
Taking a closer look, there are two lion-like things placed at the main entrance. The door of the ancient building is open, and there are three large statues enshrined inside. In the middle is Pangu, the most powerful figure in Taoism, who is also the legendary figure.
The Yuqing Yuanshi Tianzun has two sides: Lingbao Tianzun and Daode Tianzun. The incense burner and futon can be seen from a distance. Judging from the appearance, the incense inside is pretty good. From time to time, there are a few more people offering incense and making wishes.
The little girl selling ingot candles was sitting behind the counter on the side of the main hall, giving change.
From the entrance, this place looks somewhat similar to an ordinary Taoist temple, but... shouldn't this kind of thing appear in the mountains?
Unknowingly, I walked over and saw a plaque with black characters on a white background hanging on a red-painted pillar. The plaque was very long, at least three or four meters long, with a string of large characters written from top to bottom: "Shangtong"
Biluoxia leads the underworld to slay demons, defend the road, catch ghosts and subjugate demons, the supernatural incident processing center personally designated by San Mao Zhenjun..."
I went there...
I watched it several times from top to bottom, and suddenly felt that my lung capacity needed to be improved. I silently picked up the camera and took a photo, and then took a few close-ups. Everything was done, and I felt better. From my perspective
Looking at this iron building is also of some research value. After all, there are not many such things.
In fact, similar buildings have not been seen before. Many years ago, there was a thunder tower on the top of my hometown. The tower was only a few feet long and a fully enclosed structure. The tower was also a complete metal structure, with almost no wood visible.
During thunderstorms, the pagoda will be bombarded by thunder and lightning. The thunder will not stop until the treasure cover on the top of the pagoda is smooth and crisp. It has remained the same for hundreds of years. People in my hometown say that the pagoda enshrines the Buddha's bone relics.
To suppress the demons, you can still hear the sounds of ghosts crying and howling at night during the rainy season, and even the fearless Red Guards dare not approach.
At that time, I wanted to climb to the top of the mountain and have a look, but my family was very strict and I never had the chance. Now, when I saw it, my uncontrollable curiosity immediately expanded.
After leaving the community and getting on the highway, I checked the bus station and finally figured out where I was. I waited for more than half an hour before I met a bus. I jumped on the bus three times and arrived at the newspaper office.
When I arrived, it was already noon, and the man who delivered the lunch was riding a small motorcycle without a license plate, waiting for people to get off. When he saw me, he smiled and waved to me, and waited for me to walk in.
He looked at my wound with malicious intent and said, "Brother, you are famous."
"ah?"
When I heard this, I was stunned again. I had not repaired my computer or lost the USB flash drive. I thought that all the files that should not be seen by others were encrypted and would not be stolen easily. Such strict precautions were taken.
, how can you become famous casually?
Stop making trouble and send your lunch box...
Thinking of this, he raised his middle finger without looking back. When the boy saw it, he laughed. This was not the first time for a similar joke, but this time the joke was true.
Yes, I'm famous. As soon as I walked into the office, I realized something was wrong. The old and young men who were having dinner in the office were so surprised that they couldn't speak as if they had seen a ghost. They touched their faces and I
Make sure you are alive and touch the lunch box on your table, it happens to be still hot.
Mr. Lu Xun said well, eat your own food and let others look at it. I am used to the strange looks from others. As soon as I connected the data cable, I sat in my own corner, picked up the chopsticks, and
Opening the lunch box, I was hungry and ready to devour it, but as soon as the foam lid was opened, a feeling of depression immediately swept through my nervous system...
My lunch box was stolen again, and the white rice lay there alone.
The same time, the same place, the same modus operandi, doing this kind of thing over and over again, even an idiot can catch that little thief.
Mo Ran raised his head and looked at the little girl opposite who was snickering. This little junior sister who had just arrived a few days ago gave me a particularly innocent expression, as pure as she wanted.
Sometimes I really admire this little girl, even though she is not my type.
I turned my fingers to hold the chopsticks in my hand, tilted my chin and stared at her silently, tapping the end of the chopsticks on the table, and with an extremely pious attitude, I blessed this weird little girl to be fat until she died.
When Xiaorou saw this, she stuck out her tongue, then took out a newspaper from the drawer on the side and gave it to me along with a 50-cent bag of mustard, "You are famous."
"kindness?"
The ancients said that a lot of words make a fortune, but a lot of people lose their bones. The same words appearing twice are enough for a naturally suspicious person like me to wake up. I took the newspaper with a confused look on my face, and when I tore open the pickled mustard, I found that my
The photo was placed neatly on the cover of a brother's newspaper. Well, I was really famous.
"Surprise!!! The cat-faced old lady reappeared, and the frontline reporter suddenly died on the spot!!!"
"Citizens do not need to panic, the scene has been effectively controlled."
"Yesterday evening, a supernatural phenomenon occurred in the Zhangjiacun area in the southern suburbs of this city. A reporter from a certain newspaper, Lu, rushed to the scene after hearing the news. Unfortunately, he died..."
I'm going to say hello...who wrote this!
When I opened the pages and looked at the large and small printed words, more than a million grass-mud horses whizzed past my chest. No wonder there were always people pointing behind me all the way back. So this is what happened!!!
"Who did this!? Can this be done!!!"
I grabbed the newspaper and yelled, and kicked the chair on the side to the ground. Looking at the colleagues who were lowering their heads to eat, they were laughing so hard. I know that they will definitely be happy for a while when this kind of thing happens. Hug
He leaned his shoulders to the side and was also amused.
It’s interesting to say that we have done this kind of thing before. It’s not to say that we are confusing right and wrong, but we can’t avoid adding fuel and jealousy. I picked up the crumpled newspaper, straightened out the wrinkled pages, and read it carefully.
I feel like dying when I look at my own photo. Who took this photo? Could you please stop looking so embarrassed and put a horizontal line between your eyes? Otherwise, I really won’t be able to see anyone.
"Anyway, you are finally famous."
Just when I was sitting and sulking, the old man who heard my scolding came out with a big beard. This guy came to me with a cup full of chrysanthemum tea and started again.
He patted my shoulder sympathetically and said, "Is everything okay?"
"It's okay."
Hearing his question, how else could I answer? After briefly describing what happened, my old cousin left. Before leaving, he asked me to go to his office when I had time. I nodded and did not refuse. I was in a bad mood.
, I went to the small noodle shop downstairs during my lunch break, ordered a 6-yuan ramen, and sat in the corner reading the newspaper. As expected, the waiter who came over with the rice bowl kept looking at me, over and over again.
I don’t know how many times.
well......
I feel depressed when I think about this. Looking back at the experience of these two days, it seems like a dream. Analyzing it objectively, my cousin’s reminder phone call seems to be a node in time. From the time I agreed to make this trip, everything started.
Everything has become confusing. I met a vicious cat corpse that I haven't seen in a century. I got acquainted with a mysterious fat man who claimed to be a descendant of Maoshan. I was written down by my colleagues for a while, and I sat here reading the newspaper in extremely depressed mood. All of this...
, didn’t it come a bit suddenly...
"Boy, I heard that you met Jin Jiuye?"
Just as I was feeling depressed, the owner of the noodle shop suddenly walked out of the kitchen. The old man was a retired policeman. He used to be very good. I was very familiar with him. When he said this, I nodded, "See you."
I have been at his place for the past two days. You see, I am still alive today thanks to his kindness."
After saying this, I raised my arm and waved it in front of him in a cooperative manner. When the old man heard this, he nodded thoughtfully. He was silent for a long time, and then suddenly asked: "Well, have you seen that monster building?"
"Demon Tower?"
As soon as he heard this, he understood that the words must be referring to the dark iron building that was incompatible with the surrounding environment. As soon as his mind moved, his temporarily suppressed curiosity was immediately aroused by him. He put down his chopsticks and stared at it.
He looked at it with his old eyes, "Senior, do you also know that ancient building?"
"I know, of course I know...a few decades ago, that building was very famous."