The years of reselling the haunted house

I didn't think so, and said with a smile: "You said it as if you knew women better, didn't you also play a bachelor like me? At that time, the wooden man Yang and Wan Qing had different paths, even if they wanted to say it, they couldn't say it."

The third uncle nodded: "So, let's help them with this matter now, and if it is done, this terrible situation will be broken."

I was stunned: "Third Uncle, you are not here for real. I just thought about it. That wooden man Yang was born in the third year of the Republic of China. He is over 100 years old now, right? Probably his bones are rotten, you Say you want to find him? How is it possible?"

The third uncle smiled mysteriously: "It depends on human effort. Although Wan Qing's scope of activities is limited, I believe she must have a sense of the wooden man Yang. If she is still alive, just go and see."

No matter what the third uncle said, I don't really believe that I can see that wooden man Yang after this trip.

The third uncle swears, and after he came out, he called Xu Ruoxi.

I looked at the sky, it was almost midnight.Unexpectedly, Xu Ruoxi answered the phone soon, and it seems that she has been thinking about this matter all the time.

On the phone, the third uncle directly asked Xu Ruoxi if there was a mountain nearby called Shangqing Mountain.Are there any temples on Mount Qingshan?

I know that the third uncle's question should have come from Wan Qing's words, leisurely going up Qingshan, Ah Ah saw the ancient temple.People who are infatuated and infatuated, sit and bloom Bodhi flowers.These few verses are not complicated or difficult to understand.It should be said that the wooden man Yang is in an ancient temple in Shangqing Mountain.

The third uncle put down the phone and told me that there is indeed a Shangqing Mountain fifty kilometers away from Linjiang, and there are several ancient temples in the mountain.Early tomorrow morning, Xu Ruoxi will come and take us there.

I nodded, since Third Uncle wants to subdue ghosts with virtue, now he can only take one step at a time.

We drove back to the hotel.After a few days, the injuries on my body were basically healed, and I finally took a comfortable hot bath and slept well.

Early the next morning, Xu Ruoxi knocked on the door and drove us to Shangqing Mountain.

On the way, Xu Ruoxi said that Shangqing Mountain has been developed into a tourist attraction. Although it is not well-known in the whole country, it is still very famous in the local area.

When Xu Ruoxi drove the car to the foot of Shangqing Mountain, the third uncle frowned.

As Xu Ruoxi said, there are so many tourists on the top of the mountain and below the mountain, there is no place for the parking lot.Looking at the tickets, it turned out to be more than 100.

The third uncle shook his head: "Is this Shangqing Mountain nearby?"

Xu Ruoxi nodded: "I don't know how many there are all over the country, but within a few hundred kilometers of Linjiang, this one must be the only one."

I asked the third uncle: "Are you suspecting that the wooden man Yang is not on this mountain?"

The third uncle nodded: "The environment here is too chaotic, which is not conducive to practice at all. Even the temples in the mountains probably smell of copper."

With that said, Third Uncle walked towards the mountain gate.

Next to the mountain gate, there were many local farmers selling some local products at stalls there, and my third uncle went over to chat with them for a while.

After a while, the third uncle came back and waved his hand: "Let's go to the back mountain."

Xu Ruoxi drove us to the back mountain of Shangqing Mountain.Since we were not familiar with the road, we asked questions as we walked, and it took us more than two hours before we detoured behind the mountain.

Different from the front mountain of Shangqing Mountain, the back mountain has lush vegetation, overlapping mountains, sparsely populated, and hardly any tourists.

The third uncle pointed to the top of the mountain and said: "The local people said that the temples on the front door were all built later. On the back mountain, near the top of the mountain, there is an ancient temple that is at least a hundred years old. But this temple is usually fragrant. The fire is not strong, and few pilgrims come here. I guess, if the wooden man Yang is still there, he will definitely choose such a place to practice."

I nodded and looked up. The road to traffic has come to an end here, and there is only a narrow path going up.Shangqing Mountain is not high, and it has an altitude of more than 2000 meters. It will take a lot of effort to climb up.

My third uncle and I took our things and were going to climb the mountain to find the temple.

Xu Ruoxi was hesitant to speak, but after I looked, I realized that Xu Ruoxi was still wearing a cheongsam and a pair of half-heeled shoes.If this set of equipment climbs mountains, it will be exhausting.

The third uncle waved his hand angrily: "Assistant Xu, you go back. You still wear this suit knowing that we are going to climb the mountain today, are you sincere?"

Xu Ruoxi blushed when she was robbed by her third uncle, she wanted to have an attack but didn't dare to speak out.

I hurriedly tried to smooth things over: "Assistant Xu, you can go first. There are few people here, so you go to the town below and find a place to wait for us. If you don't hear from us at night, you can find a place to stay. When you get news, let us know." You call and come pick us up."

Xu Ruoxi nodded, his eye circles were a little red, he got into the car and drove away angrily.

I smiled at my third uncle: "Third uncle, you always say that I have low EQ. You see, you have trained me. You are not very pleasing to women."

The third uncle waved his hand: "If I didn't know the way, I wouldn't have asked her to bring us here. This woman has more success than failure."

The third uncle cursed and walked in front, I shook my head, not daring to laugh, and followed behind.

The narrow path at the foot was winding and winding, and after walking up for about 200 meters, it suddenly lost its path.

This was a pain for my third uncle and me. There were overgrown branches and bushes on the side of the road. We searched for the way as we walked, and we almost had to use our hands and feet at the end.

I secretly complained that if I wanted to climb to the top of the mountain at this speed, it would have to be dark.

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And along the way, the clothes on my third uncle and I were scratched by the branches.

The third uncle felt sorry for his suit, saying it was his most expensive piece of clothing.As I walked, I wondered if we were going the wrong way.Even if you went right, there is not even a way down the mountain. Could it be that the people in the ancient temple are isolated from the world?

But doubts are doubts, we still have to keep climbing.

After climbing for more than three hours, I reckoned that I should almost reach the top of the mountain.Suddenly, a gentle slope appeared not far ahead.Under the gentle slope, there is also a path and steps stepped on by people.

The third uncle pointed to the path and said, "Yes, there are people here. The ancient temple should be not far away."

We walked up the gentle slope along that path, and heard the sound of gurgling water again. Watching carefully, we saw a crystal clear stream flowing down the mountain next to it.

Here there is no hustle and bustle of the city, no noise like that of Qianshan, and no roar of machine workshops. There are only melodious birdsong and the melodious sound of spring water.Taking a breath, I feel that the internal organs have been cleaned, and they are extremely transparent.

My third uncle and I are very excited. This place can be regarded as a paradise. Living here will definitely prolong your life.

We stepped on that path, turned around a small depression, and an ancient temple really appeared in front of us.

On the top of the mountain with deep mist, an ancient temple is hidden under several vigorous pine and cypress trees, which looks antique and solemn.Surrounded by towering old trees and dense pines and cypresses.The scale of the temple is small, if you don't hear the occasional sound of the bell, it is difficult to find this ancient temple.

My third uncle and I looked at each other, and at the same time quickened our pace, and came to the front of the gate of this ancient temple.

When we got closer, we found that the temple was solemn, but it was already very dilapidated.The red paint on the mountain gate and the outer wall has completely peeled off, and part of the courtyard wall has also collapsed.

Sure enough, as the third uncle inquired, the incense here is not prosperous, and there are no pilgrims to burn incense.

There is a plaque hanging on the top of the mountain gate, which also looks dilapidated, but the handwriting is faintly visible.

The plaque reads: Repentance Temple.

Repentance Temple?

Maybe I'm ignorant, I've never heard of a temple with this name, and I don't know what kind of Buddha is enshrined here.

The third uncle looked at the name of the monastery, suddenly smiled, and said, "Yangzi, it seems that we have come to the right place."

I also understood a bit, nodded and said: "You mean, this temple is the place where the wooden man Yang used to repent?"

Uncle San said it should be like this.

The mountain gate of the monastery was closed tightly, and there was the sound of the bell ringing inside, there should be someone there.

"Since we're here, let's find someone directly." As I approached the courtyard door, I wanted to knock on it.The third uncle stopped me suddenly, and I gave him a puzzled look.

The third uncle waved his hand, dusted the clothes on his body, and tidied up briefly.Only then did I understand what Uncle San meant. We are almost like two savages now, our clothes were scraped by the branches, and we were all disheveled.This kind of disheveled image is indeed not convenient for entering this kind of practice place.

But tidying up can only be simple tidying up, and we have no condition to change clothes.After tidying up briefly, he stepped forward and knocked on the mountain gate.

The crisp knock on the door was very clear in the empty space. Although the sound was not loud, it could be heard far away.

Not long after, the corner door next to the mountain gate creaked open, and a middle-aged monk in a gray robe poked his head out to look outside. He was stunned when he saw my third uncle and me.

We hurried over and slapped the monk.

The third uncle cut to the chase and asked directly, "Amitabha. Dare I ask Master, is there a man named Yang Xuzhi, or the wooden man Yang, in this monastery?"

After the third uncle finished speaking, I shook my head secretly.Yang Xuzhi should have escaped into Buddhism a long time ago. This wooden man Yang or Yang Xuzhi is the name of a layman.How could this monk know these two titles at his age?It's a pity that we don't know the legal name of the wooden man Yang, which is really hard to express.

Who knew that I was still worrying too much, after the monk heard the name of the wooden man Yang, he looked us up and down, opened the corner door, and said, "You two benefactors, you are here, please come in."

From what the monk said, he seemed to have known that we were coming, which was beyond our expectation.

My third uncle and I looked at each other again, then followed the monk into the mountain gate.

The monk didn't say much anymore, he just gestured for us to follow him.

The third uncle had nothing to say, and asked, "What's the name of the master? In fact, poor Taoists are also practitioners, and we don't separate monks and Taoists."

The monk remained calm, as if he didn't want to say more, he just replied: "Little monk Fachan."

The third uncle did not give up, and continued to ask: "Master Fachan, how many monks are there in your monastery... Are you taking us to see the wooden man Yang?"

Unexpectedly, the third uncle asked again, and the monk Fachan stopped talking.

After we walked into the courtyard gate, we found that the courtyard of this temple was very small. There were a few bodhi trees in the courtyard, which looked huge, with intertwined roots and bark covered with groove marks. It looked like a few ancient trees, some age.

Except for this monk Fachan, we never saw other monks.I don't know where he is taking us.

It was already dark at this time, and it took us all afternoon to climb here.When it got dark, even though I was in a monastery, it made my heart feel empty.

Soon we passed through two temples and came to the backyard of the temple.

The backyard seems to be separated from the front hall, and there is an iron gate in the middle.Monk Fachan took off a lantern from the iron gate, carried the lantern and led us to continue walking back.

By the moonlight, I saw that there are many vegetable fields in the backyard. The people in this monastery are really self-sufficient.

Entering the backyard, I saw huge rocks standing in front of me.It seems that the Huijie Temple is built on the mountain, with the green hills as its back.

Fachan led us all the way to the bottom of the rock, and finally stopped.

At this time, I found that there was a dark hole on the rock, and Fachan was standing in front of the hole.

Fachan bowed towards the entrance of the cave and said, "Patriarch, the man is here."

After standing still for a while, he first said to the inside: "Yes."

Then he said to us: "Two benefactors, Patriarch invites you in."

I was taken aback and glanced at my third uncle, who shook his head at me.

My third uncle and I didn't hear anything just now, who is this monk talking to?Isn't this absurd?

The third uncle asked: "Master Fachan, what is this place? Is the patriarch you are talking about a wooden man Yang?"

Fachan said: "This is the place where the Patriarch retreated. Please go in as soon as possible."

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After Fachan finished speaking, he saluted with one hand, turned and left.

The third uncle looked at Fachan's back and muttered, "This Fachan, can't you understand my question? Why do you seem to be talking like a god?"

I smiled and said: "In this place where the birds don't shit, it's okay to stay for a few days. You can try to live for a few years? If you look at this monastery, he probably doesn't even have anyone to talk to. A normal conversation is fine."

The third uncle thought for a while, then chuckled, and said the same thing happened.The patriarch he mentioned must be the wooden man Yang, right?

I looked at the cave, and still hesitated. According to this, the wooden man Yang is still alive?Then this age can enter the Guinness Book of Records, right?

Anyway, when you get here, you have to go in and have a look.

My third uncle and I walked into the cave step by step, one behind the other.

There was still moonlight outside, and when we entered the cave, it was pitch black.

The third uncle began to complain about Fachan again, not knowing to leave the lantern behind.

I looked inside, pointed to it and said, "Look, third uncle, there seems to be light coming through there."

In the depths of the cave, there is a dim yellow light, one bright and one dark, at first glance it is the light from candles or oil lamps.

The third uncle nodded, and led me tentatively to the depths of the cave.

There are many rocks in this cave, and there are many stalactites. I don't know where there is the sound of ticking water.

We found the place where the light came out, and found that the cave was here, and it was recessed to the right hand side, forming a natural hole.

The candlelight came from the hole.

As soon as I turned around, I saw a person sitting in the middle of the hole, but with his back to us.The light shone on his bald head, reflecting light.Apparently the man was also a monk.

I saw it suddenly and was shocked.But look at the monk sitting there quietly, motionless, like a wooden sculpture of clay.

Around the hole, there are four oil lamps, but the light is not enough, better than nothing.

So I also suspect that the monk is not a Buddha statue, right?

With a curiosity, we walked around the monk and came directly to the front of the monk.

When I saw the monk's face, I almost screamed.

That face was exactly like a mummy, the dry skin was tightly wrapped around the face, highlighting the outline of the whole face, it was not much different from a skeleton.The difference is that this face still has a skin on it.

Judging from his figure, he is also extremely thin, making the monk robe look extraordinarily fat.

He hasn't moved or made any sound since we saw him.