Yichun Ji: Years Voiceless

To the south of Lingyang County is Tongjun Mountain, which was commonly called Nanshan according to its location.A hundred years ago, there were three villages living together at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. On the mountainside, there was a small temple of unknown age. The villagers called it Nanshan Temple.The villagers are blessed by the Nanshan God all the year round, and offer incense and food to the Nanshan Temple every day.

However, with the expansion of Lingyang County and the reclamation of land, the county needs more farmers to cultivate. The villagers of Nanshan have stepped out of the rugged mountain roads and moved to the plains of the county to live in Lingyang County. After coming down, they rented farmland to cultivate and live, and the Nanshan Temple became increasingly deserted and sparsely populated, until it was forgotten by the world.

The sun and the moon rotate, the mountains and rivers change, and Lingyang County has changed many sheriffs in a hundred years. This time, the old sheriff Mo Yong was eager to step down and go back to his hometown to take care of his elderly mother, but the new sheriff did not come to take over. Mo Yong said anxiously to his subordinate Chen Zhubo: "There has been heavy rain recently, and the new county guard has to pass through Nanshan when he comes from the capital. This rainy day is extremely muddy, and there are even thunder and lightning. The new county guard will not have anything to do in the mountains. ?”

Mr. Chen shook his folding fan, stroked his mustache with one hand, sighed and said, "It's really hard to say, Nanshan is deserted, and it's better on weekdays. When there's bad weather, there's even a relief person." None. My lord, otherwise, wait for the rain to lighten up and find some experienced mountain people to help find it.”

Mo Yong sat down and looked at the documents sent by the court, nodded and said: "It's time to look for it, the date of arrival written on the documents has been three days past, could it be that he is really trapped in the mountains, then he will suffer .”

At this moment, Yan Qiushan, the new sheriff who was missed by Mo Yong and Mr. Chen, was stepping deep and shallow in the muddy water, and the soles of his boots worn by sharp rocks jumped into the muddy water one by one.Although it was summer, the depths of Nanshan were extremely cold and windy, and the atmosphere at this time was even more miserable.

If someone else had fallen into such a desperate situation, he would have cried and called his father and mother his grandmother, but Yan Qiushan was walking leisurely on the mountain road with his dirty and water-filled boots, the expression on his face was still the same. indifferent.What can I do if I am not indifferent, Yan Qiushan has no father, mother, or grandma for a long time, and he can't even afford to support a servant. Now he is on the road alone, who else can he ask?Is it possible to ask the gods?

Yan Qiushan smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued walking in the rain.Unexpectedly, in this deserted mountain, there is actually a dilapidated small mountain temple!Yan Qiushan was a little surprised, but he felt even more fortunate that at least he could find a place to shelter from the rain.

Yan Qiushan quickened his pace and walked to the door of the small dilapidated temple, only to see that the dilapidated plaque was already mottled, and the words on it were densely entwined with cobwebs. What is the origin of this temple?He shook his head helplessly, pushed open the old, creaking wooden door, and walked inside.

Surprisingly, the outside of the temple is dilapidated and old, but the inside is clean and tidy, and even the dust has not accumulated. Could it be that someone has come to clean it?But in this case, why not clean up the plaque by the way?

Yan Qiushan looked around curiously, and unknowingly came to a statue of a god covered by brocade. Yan Qiushan thought suspiciously: Since it is a mountain temple dedicated to gods, there is no reason to cover the statue. What's wrong with the idol?

Just as Yan Qiushan reached out to tear off the brocade to see the true face of the god, a clear and distant voice like a copper bell suddenly came from behind him: "Who are you?"

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