Maoshan Taoist priests practice falsehood and become reality

Chapter 15 Lin’s Ancestral Hall (please read~please recommend votes~)

When patches of white birch trees began to appear on both sides of the road, it meant they were about to arrive at the White Birch Village.

"When I was a child, I was very afraid of birch trees. The excessively pale bark always reminded me of corpses."

Xia Xiaoling sighed.

"Your imagination is too rich. In fact, birch bark has the effects of clearing away heat and promoting dampness. It is said that birch sap also has the effect of delaying cell aging."

"It's true. It feels like it was made up on the spot. Let me check...the signal in the mountains is too poor."

There is no signal on the mobile phone, and from now on, the car radio can no longer receive programs.

Are nearby cell towers damaged?

The car drove through a curve, and Su Heng saw the village ahead. There is a huge egg-shaped stone in front of the village, with the three characters "Baihua Village" engraved on it. There is a circle of flower pots under the stone, with chrysanthemums blooming in them.

"There's a signal. I didn't expect everything you said to be true. The article also mentioned that the older the birch tree, the whiter the skin and the higher the value..."

The radio sounded simultaneously, playing "Welcome to the Seaside", and a beautiful female voice sang affectionately:
  "The door of my house is always open, and my arms are open and waiting for you..."

Su Heng turned off the radio and drove onto the village road. Xia Xiaoling held up the DV to record the scenery of the village and couldn't help but admire:
  "I always thought that the villages near the outer circle would be relatively dilapidated, but I didn't expect that this place is also prosperous."

Indeed, after the car drove onto the village road, Su Heng also noticed that Baihua Village was much livelier than expected.

The private houses on both sides of the road are neatly arranged, and the walls are painted white and clean. Many villagers were sitting in front of their homes, chatting and doing small farm work.

At the entrance of the canteen, there were several children playing old-fashioned coin-operated game machines, laughing heartily.

This familiar scene brought Su Heng back to the countryside in his memory.

An old man driving a goat came towards me. The car slowed down and slowly stopped beside the old man. Su Heng lowered the window and asked, "Hello, old man. Is there any family that has performed religious services these past two days?"

The old man held a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth and said with a smile: "The old village chief's house, right? For his 80th birthday, the old village chief invited the whole village to wine for three days and three nights, and even invited two Taoist priests."

"Are they these two Taoist priests?"

Su Heng handed over the photos of the two uncles.

"That's right, the fat Taoist priest may have been drinking. He kept blowing the bottle and couldn't persuade her. The thin Taoist priest never took his eyes off a woman's butt. Young man, are you here to drink too? "

Su Heng nodded slightly: "Old man, do you know where the two Taoist priests are now?"

"I don't know that. But you can ask the old village chief. He usually arranges for guests in the village. Go straight on this road. Turn right at the second fork. After crossing the bridge, you will see a row of ancient houses. The old man The village chief’s home is in the first building.”

"Thank you old man."

"It's a little thing."

The car continued to move forward, and Xia Xiaoling couldn't help but ask: "Why did you come all the way to find two Taoist priests?"

"They are my uncles."

"Uncle Master, are you also a Taoist priest?"

"Well, I just joined Maoshan Taoist Temple a few days ago, and I am considered a Taoist priest. This time I came to see my two uncles to complete the transmission ceremony as soon as possible."

"I didn't expect you to be interested in this."

Of course Xia Xiaoling knew about Maoshan Taoist Temple. She has also seen the movie "Mr. Zombie", where Taoist priests from Maoshan slay demons and demons, and the sky and the earth are moving. When she was a child, she also imagined that Taoist priests could destroy evil spirits. But as she grew older, she understood that everything in the movie was fake. Even the Maoshan Taoist priests in reality do not have any ability to fight against evil spirits.

"It's not about interest, it's just out of necessity."

Su Heng told the truth.

"What a weirdo." Xia Xiaoling muttered in her heart.

The car crossed the bridge, went up a small slope, and stopped in the open space. The two got off the car, passed by a stove, walked up the slope to the left of the stove, and arrived at the compound.

Five or six people in the courtyard were busy sweeping the floor and setting up round tables. When they saw Su Heng and the others, a bald middle-aged man stopped what he was doing and said hello.

The bald man offered a cigarette, but Su Heng declined. The two chatted for a few words.

Bald man: "Are you looking for the old village chief? Unfortunately, he is sleeping at the moment."

Su Heng handed over the photo: "The main thing is to find them."

"I know them! But you are?"

"These two are my uncles."

"Little Taoist priest!" The bald man patted Su Heng's arm and said with a smile, "Your two uncles live on the second floor of the houcuo. Enter from the ancestral hall, turn left and cross the alley to reach the houcuo."

"Thank you."

"Don't be too polite. Once you enter the village, we are all one family. Let's stay for a banquet tonight..."

……

Entering the Baihua Village Ancestral Hall, Su Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

"Excessive enthusiasm is suffocating."

Xia Xiaoling somewhat understood the bald man's behavior: "They say people living in the countryside are hospitable, and I experienced it myself today."

"That's right. Living in such a remote place, it's hard to see people in the city. There should be a lot to say. In the end, even if the Internet can connect the whole world online, what people really want is face-to-face communication."

"Why do you suddenly become so profound? Don't tell me that besides being a convenience store clerk and a Maoshan Taoist priest, you are actually a philosopher?"

If painting books are also an exploration of human nature, then Su Heng can be considered half a philosopher, right?
  “I didn’t expect there to be such a well-preserved ancestral hall.”

While Su Heng was sighing, Xia Xiaoling had already raised the DV in her hand and started recording rare scenes.

Probably because it is hidden in the mountains and forests, the ancient buildings of Baihua Village were completely preserved during the war between humans and spirits.

The existing layout of the entire building is a two-seater, two-story, five-bay cabin with left and right lower bays. The structure is simple and elegant, and some components are painted.

The ancestral hall is located between the two seats and has a patio.

There are hundreds of spiritual tablets preserved in the ancestral hall. They stand like tombstones, which is the best proof that the bloodline of the Lin family in Baihua Village has lasted for thousands of years.

It’s just that the two of them don’t quite understand why the old village chief’s colorful family portrait is placed in front of the incense table. The red banner that read "Congratulations to Lin Chunsheng on his 80th birthday" was even more incompatible with the solemn atmosphere of the ancestral hall.

"Fortunately there were no braziers and wreaths on site, otherwise it would have been too weird."

Xia Xiaoling's complaints made Su Heng slightly uneasy.

"Have you finished filming?"

"All right."

The two walked up the stone steps on the right side of the ancestral hall, turned left and passed through a narrow alley to the back house.

Xia Xiaoling noticed that the window sill in the rightmost room was different, and held up the DV record again:

"Wait a minute, this is a beauty."

The beauty chair, whose scientific name is "gooseneck chair", is a wooden building with a bench underneath and a railing on top. It is said that in ancient times, the women of the aristocratic class lived in boudoir and could not show themselves in public. When they were bored, they had to look out from the building and lean on the railing to send messages.

"Beauty benches are usually placed around the patio, and it is very rare to use them as window sills."

As Xia Xiaoling was talking, a pair of arms as white as lotus roots pushed open the window.

"oops."

In the midst of her anger, a beautiful woman in cheongsam fell unscrupulously on top of the beauty. The woman had a beautiful face and a beauty mark under the corner of her mouth. She held one of her jade legs against the person rushing in front of her and said with a smile:
  "Taoist Master, it's almost time to rest."

(End of this chapter)