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Chapter 195 There must be several as old as me
In fact, Zhang Yang had already bought the things for worship. It was nothing more than some yellow paper, and then he prepared some offerings, cakes, biscuits, white wine, etc., and then he prepared some joss sticks. The most important thing was that he took a roast chicken.

Seeing the roast chicken in his hand, He Xiaoman looked suddenly enlightened.

"I said, why didn't you eat it last night? It turns out that this is also a sacrifice."

The people in the live broadcast room were dumbfounded, and many people even thought of what happened when their family went to the grave.

"The sacrifice of 23333 is purely for those passing by."

"What do you mean? Why am I not quite understanding?"

"Upstairs, you should be in the city. There are cemeteries in the city. Basically, this kind of situation will not happen."

"That's right, they are basically in the countryside. The graves in the countryside are generally in the wilderness. Many people who go to the grave leave their sacrifices there directly. Like those sheep herders or homeless people, they will take them when they pass by. Come down and eat."

"Fuck, it's all right? Do you dare to eat the dead?"

After Zhang Yang put the sacrifice in his backpack, he glanced at the live broadcast room, and then he and He Xiaoman continued on the road up the mountain.

"Actually, it's okay for the sacrifice to be eaten. People in the past worshiped ghosts and gods. Although some people believe in them now, it's not so exaggerated anymore.

And those sheep herders or homeless people don't eat for nothing, they basically take it away after worshiping, and another advantage is that these people are basically nearby, since they ate that The sacrifices on the grave, then more or less will pay attention to that grave, it's all mutual.

Back then, the old man and I ate food from the tomb, but that was forced and helpless, and we were about to starve to death. "

Speaking of this past event, Zhang Yang also sighed, but when he heard his words, some people who turned around and scolded him immediately appeared in the live broadcast room.

"Eat all the sacrifices on the grave? Isn't this eaten by the dead?"

"If the descendants of the owner of the tomb find out, you will be finished as the anchor."

"By the way, which grave was it back then? Do you remember, anchor?"

"It's not okay to steal food from the dead."

However, since Zhang Yang dared to say this, he was not afraid of being discredited, even if he said it in a roundabout way.

"Then you are thinking wrong. According to superstition, if there are ghosts in this world, then the sacrifices will only absorb the breath of food, and the food itself will not move. After all, ghosts are only incorporeal, and they cannot eat food. , that is to say, after absorbing the gas of the food, it means that they have finished eating these sacrifices, so we will be fine after eating.

And it was early at that time, probably after the descendants of the owner of the tomb finished worshiping, it rained locally. When the old man and I went, the tomb was washed away by the heavy rain. He used soil to restore the tomb to its original state.

Moreover, there was a lot of worship in advance. It can be said that everyone takes what they need, which is equivalent to exchanging the leftover food from the grave owner for our labor to help him repair the house. "

After saying this, the two of them unknowingly came to a dense forest halfway up the mountain, and saw a stone pagoda in the distance, Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and looked away.

"According to historical records, during the reign of Kim Jong-lung, a pagoda of Chan Master Torch was built on the mountainside of this place. When Taersi Village was built, it was also named after the pagoda. That pagoda is the pagoda of Chan Master Torch."

Looking from a distance, there is an ancient stone pagoda about [-] or [-] meters high standing in the middle of the mountain, and there is another ruins on the flat ground in the southeast direction under the ancient pagoda.

"By the way, that site is said to be a temple that was destroyed by mountain torrents. There is also a well-preserved ancient temple in the southwest of the ancient pagoda. It is called the Temple of Our Lady of Mount Tai. It was built in the Ming Dynasty. It is the best-preserved temple in Fanshan Town. An ancient temple building in the Ming Dynasty.

In addition to the destruction of a few statues of gods in the temple, the rest of the buildings are still there, but they are already full of old signs.

Uncle Zhou said before that from the time when the Temple of Our Lady of Mount Tai was built, the villagers of Ta’ersi Village set the [-]th day of the fourth lunar month as Grandma Tai’s birthday every year. It is very lively here to burn incense, make wishes, and fulfill wishes, which has been passed down from generation to generation. "

Zhang Yang briefly introduced the surroundings of the ancient pagoda. Anyway, he didn't plan to go to the ruins and temples. It was similar to temples in other places. It was nothing more than various worship and people coming and going.

Moving forward, Zhang Yang just arrived at the bottom of the five pagodas, looking at the ruins in the distance, Zhang Yang suddenly found the few ancient pines that Uncle Zhou mentioned.

The location is probably between the temple ruins and the ancient pagoda. Three ancient pines, which can make people amazed at a glance, stand there facing the scorching sun.

After vicissitudes and changes of the times, the ancient pine trees are still luxuriant, the trunks are thick, and the mottled bark is full of memories. For thousands of years, after dozens of generations of people, these three ancient pine trees are still Still faithfully guarding this side of water and soil.

"Don't tell me, I really didn't feel the sense of pride when I first heard what Uncle Zhou said. After all, I didn't have any impressions in my mind, but I immediately felt the same when I came here and saw it. It is indeed an ancient pine that carries history. .”

Zhang Yang and He Xiaoman got off the balance bike, quietly looking at the three ancient pine trees not far away, the two little guys also gave up playing around at this time, and squatted quietly at their feet.

"Wow, Boss, based on my old grandson's experience living in the mountains for many years, these three trees must be several years older than me."

The Great Sage simply sat down on the ground, and was very surprised to see the three ancient pines. The Huaguo Mountain where it originally lived may have those trees with a long history, but according to its understanding, they are probably not as good as the three ancient pines in front of them. .

"My lord, what is the longest tree you have ever seen?"

Rhubarb suddenly asked from the side. I don't know if it was because the system slightly modified it at the beginning, or because he spent more time with Zhang Yang and the others. This guy's IQ is getting higher and higher now. Still asking questions and answering them, the initiative to speak up to now can be seen as normal.

"It should be the trees in front of me. There should be several of my grandson's age in Huaguo Mountain, but there are probably more than a dozen of these trees."

Zhang Yang almost couldn't help laughing as he listened to him, the Great Sage actually used his own age to compare the ages of these trees.

Zhang Yang really wanted to answer it with more than a dozen words, hundreds or even thousands, but unfortunately He Xiaoman was by his side, some words still could not be said.

However, the chirping and calling of the two little guys caught He Xiaoman's attention.

"Brother Yang, what are the names of these two little guys, are they hungry?"

Zhang Yang didn't dare to tell He Xiaoman, the two little guys were discussing how old the tree in front of them was.

"Who knows, it's probably just yelling. They just ate something this morning, how can they be so hungry, let's go, and then go to the tower."

"Jin Shengchuan built the pagoda, the craftsman He Zizhen, on July [-]th in the third year of Zhenglong."

Standing under the tower, Zhang Yang looked at the line of words engraved on the tower, and at the same time let the drone take a close-up shot, clearly showing it in the live broadcast room.

(End of this chapter)