The boy had been distributed like a bowl of water, and nine bells rang, and everyone rushed to the temple. Zhang Ping waited for the yamen runners and Taoist priests to walk away, and walked to the boy's statue to see it. It should be like the stone statue at the foot of the mountain. It was cast in the past four or five years, and the boy's feet, belly, and earlobes were all touched.

Grandma's Temple is officially called Cishou Temple, and the pavilions are magnificent, as if they have been built for a few years.

Zhang Ping stepped into the temple, and another large copper incense tripod was scrambled to slap in front of the yard, and a group of people rushed to put in incense and bow down to worship. The main hall was called Fushou Hall, and a statue of an old woman with thin eyebrows and kind eyes and a kind smile was sitting on the hall, wearing a Taizhen crown on her head, and stepping on Ruyi's head, a purple brown skirt, wrapped in a red satin cloak of blessings offered by the pilgrimage. There was a boy on the left, holding a carp on the left and Ruyi on the right.

Lotus seeds and red dates embroidered on the brocade banners hanging on both sides of the divine platform.

On the outside of the hall, there are also consecrated jujube core chain bracelets for sale, and two gift cards can be replaced with one bracelet.

Zhang Ping walked around the temple and then went outside the temple. He saw a small house selling fragrant tribute, with a small door face without the quotation, and there were fewer things than the ones next to him. An old man sat inside and dozed off with his hands.

Zhang Ping walked to the shop and took out a gift sign: "Brother-in-law, change to a bouquet of incense."

The old man opened his eyes and smiled, "Guest, this place has not yet been connected to the yamen. You cannot exchange this card. Please go to the next door."

Zhang Ping saw that there were a few painted gourds on the cabinet, but there wasn't anywhere else, so he picked them up and read them: "How much is this price?"

The old man said, "It hasn't opened in the morning yet, so I'll give you ten cents." Zhang Ping took out ten cents, picked up another gourd, and took a word with the word "shun". The old man smiled and said, "The guest thought he was passing by here, and the person who was rushing to the road was happy with this lottery."

Zhang Ping nodded and said, "I heard that this place is effective, and I just burned incense. I also sighed very much when I read the stone wall over there. Grandma's stone coffin actually floated on the water. The stone floated on the water, and it was indeed a miracle!"

The old man smiled and said, "The letter written in the stone wall was written by the magistrate. It was absolutely true and it was from the well. My old man cannot lie in front of the temple."

Zhang Ping bowed: "I hope my father-in-law will give me some advice."

The old man looked at Zhang Ping and smiled: "Are the guest a scholar from the capital who wants to write this story as a play? If you really have this plan, you can ask the official in the county ritual office there to write poems and articles about the customs of the county, especially those from the capital. In the past, the county has given him a pen, but the magistrate was unlucky and demoted. I wonder if this matter is still done."

Zhang Ping said: "I am not good at writing, I am just curious."

The old man said, "The guest officer can ask more about the effectiveness of this temple, otherwise the incense would not be so popular. Even those who go to the capital to do business have to come and sing incense sticks when passing by."

Zhang Ping put a gourd in his arms and walked around the top of the mountain. When he approached the pilgrims, he could hear some effective deeds—

He gave birth to six daughters in a row, and after drinking a bowl of Linglu, he had it in two months. He was born as a boy.

They were all sons, and they wanted a daughter. After burning a bowl of incense at 15, they had a dream at night, dreaming that the moon in the sky was big and round. Not long after, they were sure that they had it. They would help their mother with needles and threads at the age of two or three, and they were handsome and smart.

The girl is nineteen and has not yet married. It doesn’t work if she goes to Yue Lao Temple in Beijing to ask for it. She comes to burn incense for her grandma, kowtowed her head, and left the hall. When she met a woman of similar age, she felt very friendly and knew her in her previous life. She went up and asked, where did you come from and what you came to do. The woman said that she was here to help her son seek marriage. I don’t know why, the matchmaker said that the woman’s family was not satisfied with. What were you here? Answer, I came to ask for marriage for my girl. Another pair of birth dates is just right! I decided immediately and I will get married by the day. The in-laws’ family has a store in Beijing. The son-in-law is honest and the girl is quiet, which is a perfect match.

When doing business, I always compensated. When I went to the capital to ask the master to calculate, I said that my life was in danger. On the first day of the third month of the year, I came to burn incense for my grandma, and performed a six-day ritual, and burned thirty-three pairs of consecrated boys. That night, I dreamed that a group of fat white boys jumped around in an open space with ingots in their hands. Within two days, I took over a job in the government office. The Ministry of Works inspected the roadside of the Shangshu, and many of them were used to provide goods to the government since then.

...

Zhang Ping led the horse and silently went down the mountain.

Lan Jue and Xue Mulin went to Baohua Palace again, but Prince Chabucharik still disappeared. The accompanying minister also took a long time to sway it before swaying out.

Xue Mulin whispered in Lan Jue's ear: "This group of actors made him three points. I really think they are the ones who take them seriously."

Lan Jue stood with a smile on his face and said between his teeth: "How can a barbarian, without education, understand the word "ritual"?"

Emperor Yongxuan’s heavy responsibility for King Dai means that he will not make more concessions in other aspects because of this. However, these actors still do not know the situation and think they have the upper hand and are blindly acting like they are.

After several envoys sat down, Lan Jue and Xue Mulin said a few words of condolences in a tactful manner.

Lan Jue finally said: "The Ministry of Rites will also write a letter to apologize to Khan. Please rest assured and calm down. Your mood must be calmed down slowly."

Wen Muli, the head of the envoy, was considered to be a smarter and more familiar person in the Tachi delegation. Seeing Lan Jue and Xue Mulin with a slow attitude, when he heard this sentence, he suddenly felt that the connotation was rich.

Khan is no longer a big shot. The so-called "Talks to Khan" is actually the ancient capital of the Great Prince.

Wen Muli said hard: "Your Highness has been out of food for a few days. I don't know if his body can still hold on."

Lan Jue said: "The Essence and Food Department will choose a chef to prepare other dishes for the prince. The menu will be discussed tomorrow. Our department will take it to discuss with you."

Another envoy said with red eyes: "If the prince, he will not last tomorrow..."

Lan Jue said: "The medical officer of the internal hospital came to take the prince's pulse for a while, and there was no need to meet him."

Xue Mulin continued: "Overy sadness will hurt the spleen and stomach. If you eat rashly, it may be inappropriate. Do it slowly."

The two of them said goodbye and left.

Lan Jue recalled Wen Muli's expression before leaving, and thought that it would take not long before the prince could recover.

After Zhang Ping got down the mountain, he took out the county map he bought in the bookstore in the city, looked through the location, and then headed south. After more than ten miles, he saw the village and fields, and asked a shepherd boy about it. It was the boundary of Cishou Village.

Zhang Ping turned to the official road, walked for several miles, and saw the clusters of houses and smoke rising from the cooking stove. He had already reached the boundary of Cishou Village near the village.

Zhang Ping picked up a flat straight road and walked towards the village. He was looking at the house on the roadside. He saw a flag curtain in front of him with the words "tea" written on it. Under the shed, there was only an old man sitting next to the tea stove and waving a fan.

Zhang Ping suddenly felt an unexpected surprise and went to the tea shed to dismount: "Brother-in-law, a bowl of tea."

The old man smiled and said, "I just made it, three-in-one bowl. Please sit in it."

Zhang Ping entered the shed and sat down at the small table.

The old man poured hot tea for him and said, "Young master is only out for a trip?"

Zhang Ping said: "I just came over from Grandma's Temple to burn incense and want to go to Cishou Village again."

The old man said, "The young man has walked a lot, and if he goes back a few miles, it will be Cishou Village, which is Dahulu Village."

Zhang Ping smiled. He looked like a face that didn't like to smile. When he smiled, the old man suddenly felt abrupt and said, "What's the young master laughing?"

Zhang Ping bowed: "Don't blame me, the names of the two villages are quite interesting."

The old man laughed: "Our Dahulu Village is famous for its land, why not have a good reputation as Cishou Village? In fact, the magistrate plans to change our village to Fulu Village. Isn't he unlucky before he has discussed it? Most of the gourds played in the capital are offered here, and it is best to raise crickets. So it's called Dahulu Village. Don't look rough, you will know it as soon as you hear it."

Zhang Ping nodded: "Yes."

As soon as he stopped smiling, the old man felt that he was very sincere, so he continued: "Fu Shou Village, it was not called Fu Shou Village before, but Da Wan Village. It used to be more concave and the terrain was like a bowl. There was a while in the middle, because the grandma dug out of the well was renamed Gu Jing Village. After Lord Xie took office, he rectified this and that. The incense on the hilltop became popular, so he followed Ci Shou Village. Ordinary young people didn't know its earliest name. What did the young master do? He burned incense and worshiped his grandma, and went to the temple."

Zhang Ping said: "I want to see if the well where the miracle spirit coffin of grandma is still there."

The old man said, "Yes, they were all sealed and a small temple was built. In the past, when a pair of boys were presented, they set off from that small temple and sent it to the mountain. I don't know what Lord Xie planned to build, and said he wanted to dismantle it and dig a new well. Before the construction started, he suffered and put it aside. The young master can go and see it. It seems that outsiders have to pay twelve cents." He laughed twice again.

Zhang Ping said: "That well should have been very big, otherwise how could the sarcophagus float? Even if it was standing up..." He raised his hand and gestured.

The old man yelled: "What floats up? They were all polished by the magistrate who invited the scholars from Beijing to polish it later. How could the stone float? It was actually dug out." He narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Ping, "Young Master, can you write legendary operas in Beijing?"

Zhang Ping said: "No, I'm just curious. You should know the truth when you listen to your father-in-law's words. Can you tell me in detail?"

The old man narrowed his eyes again, looked at Zhang Ping, and then said, "Young Master asked about the origin of this temple. I asked the right person. This county has more knowledge than the old man, so there should be no more. By the way, the old man's surname is Guo."

Zhang Ping said that he was not a legend or playbook, and the old man didn't believe it very much, so he specially reported his surname. If Zhang Ping really wrote this matter, he might say it in the middle of the article that the hometown man Guo Weng said on a certain day of a certain year, month and day, which was also considered famous.

"The old man said this, it was not a big deal. My grandfather's family is from Dawan Village and is an old neighbor to the Jiao family. When Jiao Lao Er dug out the coffin, I looked in front of me. It was a matter of the Tongguang period. At that time, the old man was still a young man. The Jiao family was a big family in the village back then, and Jiao Er was born to be a cripple. He was not motivated to work, and only had an older brother."

Jiao Er was born by Xu Xian. After his father died, his brother and sister-in-law sued him to the county, saying that when he was born, his father was over 60 years old, and he might not be his biological child, nor did he look like the Jiao family. Maybe his mother had an affair with a passing horse dealer. She used this excuse to drive him out of the house and didn't give him a penny.

Jiao Er married his wife and his parents had no money. Both of his father-in-law and mother-in-law had passed away, and had no house or land, had a physical condition, and could not work in the city. The village chief felt sorry for him, so he farmed a few acres of land under the name of the village scholar and gave him some money. Jiao Er's wife went to do odd jobs in the city. After a few years, she saved some money. There were two or three dilapidated houses next to the wild woods at the entrance of the village, and there was no owner or anyone living there. They were taken back by the government. The village chief pleaded with the county and asked the county to sell these houses to Jiao Errong.

Jiao Er had a place to live and was very happy. He laid a thatch and repaired the roof. There was a dry well behind the house. Jiao Er wanted to dig the well again, so it was delicious.

"Who knows, how to dig down? There is no water coming out of the well. As I dig again, I dug out a sarcophagus."

The sarcophagus is all black, with traces of cloud-like patterns. I don’t know what kind of stone it is. It is just the cloud-like patterns, and it is also carved with palaces, cranes, etc.

"Jiao Er was so scared that he went to the village to ask the village to make an idea."

Zhang Ping said: "Jiao Er pulled the sarcophagus out of the well himself?"

The old man shook his head: "Of course not. He dug out a coffin head at that time. The village asked several laborers to dig together before carrying the coffin out. Jiao Er was frightened and wanted to carry it away in the village. However, the big surnames in Dawan Village saw that the coffin was amazing, and they didn't dare to let it be placed in their own ancestral hall. There was a Yao Laoguai in Dawan Village who knew some tricks and said it would be better not to move, and it would be left in place. I followed him to see it, and set up a shed in front of Jiao Er's house and put the coffin there. It was a big mess, and many people in our Hulu Village also came to see it."

The village chief of Dawan Village reported this to the village, and people came from the village, and felt that the coffin was a bit sage, so he invited a gentleman from the county to break it.

"The gentleman looked at it and said that the words were carved at the beginning and end of the coffin were words. The words on the head of the coffin were opened, and the words on the end of the coffin were worshipped by the person who saw it, so the coffin had to be opened."

The village first found a few monks to recite scriptures, and chose an auspicious day and time to open the sarcophagus. Inside the sarcophagus was an old woman with silvery hair, skin like a girl, and face as if she was full of green. She was wearing a satin jacket and silk skirt, jade bracelets on her wrists, and pearls and jade bracelets on her head.

"It looks like a living person is asleep, and no one dares to move around. There are a few poems written on the lid of the coffin, saying that it was a god or something, and that he went down to earth to experience disasters. What's more amazing is that even Jiao Er dug out the coffin. Those who lived over 100 years old in the village said that they had never heard of such a thing."

Zhang Ping said: "Is the characters big or small? What kind of font? Written ink or engraved?"

The old man said, "It's red, curved, the same as the words on the coffin. The gentleman said it was written by cinnabar. This grandma was originally a god in heaven, and shed the mortal world and left the immortals to the ground. This time she had a fate with Jiao Er, so that she could dig it out so that the world could admire and worship it."

Dawan Village chose another auspicious day to ask the monk to do rituals and send grandma to the mountain for burial.

Zhang Ping asked: "Why is it on the mountain?"

He grew up in a Taoist temple and knew some Fengshui Taoism. One of the major taboos in tombs is to bury on the Lonely Mountain.
Chapter completed!