Suona sound deep in the mountains

In less than half a month, three people died one after another.The atmosphere of sadness and death hangs over the small mountain village.Coupled with the cold winter sky, cloudy all day long, erratic rain and snow, and dense fog, this small village deep in the mountains is immersed in a sea of ​​sorrow and misery, and an atmosphere of depression and terror permeates among the villagers.Rumors abounded in the village.Some people went to the nunnery and fairy aunts dozens of miles away to ask the gods, and when they came back, they said that ten people would die in Xianrentan this winter.

Some people say that in the past, the Immortal Lake was sacrificed every 30 years. Since liberation, there has been no sacrifice for more than 60 years, and the god of the lake is about to come out to make trouble again.

Grandpa Confucianism and the elders of several villages also wandered around the pool worryingly all day long.After many days of deliberation, they made a decision: all the people in the village would pay for the offering of offerings to the god of the pool.Because there is indeed a saying in the history of Xianrentan that it has been sacrificed to the lake for 30 years.It has been nearly 70 years since the last sacrifice to the lake was before liberation.People of the age of Daru Grandpa and the others participated in the last sacrifice to the lake.They still remember that scene.It's just that this sacrificial pool is also very strange: every time the person who takes the lead in the sacrifice usually dies during or within half a month after the sacrificial pool, and becomes the new pool god.Who is impatient to live, and instead of being a good person, wants to be the god of the pool in the water?Therefore, no one would be the host except for those who are over 90 years old.As for this elderly person, not only does he have to be old, he must also have high morals, have enough prestige among the villagers, be able to speak one word, and convince everyone—this person is none other than Grand Confucianism.

Faced with such a heavy decision, Grandpa Daru felt very uneasy. For several days, he led a group of elders to wander around the lake.This is a matter of sacrificing oneself in exchange for the safety of the whole village.Is it worth it?And now under the leadership of the Communist Party, science is advocated and superstition is opposed. Although it is not illegal among the villagers to do so, it requires money from the villagers.The road in Xianrentan Village has just been repaired, and the villagers have not regained their vitality. Is this okay?

The fear that shrouded the hearts of the villagers made Grandpa Confucianism finally make up his mind.More than [-]% of the villagers in the village agreed.Only a few disagree.The village committee tried to dissuade us, but we are all juniors and cannot stand the pressure of our elders.What's more, the village cadres in the mountain village don't have a pioneering mind. Although they don't believe in superstition, they have to let them do what they want.

Grandpa Confucianism asked me to go to various houses to collect money.This money is not easy to collect for road construction.But after a few days of walking around, most of them were collected.Among the few who did not pay, no one said that they would not pay. They just said that they had no money at the moment and would try to borrow money.

Every now and then a dozen lay monks are invited into the village.A temporary spiritual house was set up beside the Immortal Lake, the electric light wires were pulled into the shed, tables and chairs were placed, and the monks hung up statues of Tathagata Buddha, the ten halls of Yama.The statue of Tathagata is hung on the front wall that can be seen at a glance when entering the house. There are five halls on each side of Yanjun—they are in order: the first hall is Qin Guang, the second is Chu Zhang, the third hall is Song Emperor, the four five officials, the fifth hall is Yan Luo, and the sixth is Biancheng. The Seventh Palace was originally the King of Mount Tai.The eight halls are equal to the nine capitals.The ten halls are called the King of the Wheel.Then the gongs and drums were blaring loudly.In the small village there was the sound of suona again, and the gongs and drums shook the sky.

Grandpa Confucianism is solemn and dignified, and he speaks and laughs casually.Every word he said was like an imperial decree among the villagers, and everyone carried it out meticulously, and no one dared to be naughty.Wherever he went, groups of people chatting and laughing immediately stopped their smiles and greeted him solemnly.

Uncle Fu and I were arranged to work beside these monks.I was originally the secretary of the village, and I can write well with a brush, which is unmatched among the villagers, so I was responsible for writing the essays.Uncle Fu is an incense burner—in charge of burning paper, lighting wax, and burning incense.Watch over the monks every day, so that the incense and wax cannot be extinguished.My essay writing seems to be just sitting in the room and writing, so easy, but those who have never done it will not know: this is a very hard job-these monks have to recite three times in front of the Bodhisattva every day Biao, San Dao Zha, San Dao Shu, and San Dao Zou.Each passage has one or two thousand characters, all of which are written in regular script with a brush, without any carelessness.It was fine on the first day, but on the second day of writing, my wrist became stiff and gradually became sore.And sitting all day long, my joints are sore all over my body, and my head hurts when I open the Buddhist scriptures.But Uncle Fu, don't just sit still, you can move around, and you still have plenty of free time.He came to see me often, and I complained to him and asked him for help. Uncle Fu's handwriting was no worse than mine.Seeing me working so hard, he thought it was funny, and said sarcastically, "Who told my baby to be so capable? I can't help this kind of literati. I can't help at all..."

Seeing him making fun of me like this, I said unhappily: "I expected you to help me, but you came here to make sarcastic remarks. I don't think you are a good person..."

"Why am I not a good person?"

"When you want me, you keep saying you love me. When I need help, you stand here and watch. I didn't know you were this kind of person before?"

Uncle Fu sat next to me and said, "Honey, I'm teasing you, so take it seriously. Am I here to help you?"

"You're so annoying!" As soon as I hugged him, I was about to kiss him.Uncle Fu turned his head and said, "You don't avoid this kind of place. There are eyes all around here. People see it and spread it. How come?"

"What's the big deal. Let him talk if he likes to talk!"

"It's so simple?" Uncle Fu said seriously: "Do you know where this Immortal Pool is? How many people like us were sunk in the pool in ancient times! You also want to take a long-life bath in it?"

With Uncle Fu's help, I am much more relaxed.The monks recite sutras and pray for confession during the day, and at night they still beat until around nine or ten o'clock. They go to sleep and rest separately.Uncle Fu lit the sutra hall and extinguished the scented wax to avoid fire.It was very late at night, and he didn't dare to go up the mountain to go back to his stone house by himself, so he came to share the bed with me every night.During these seven days, it really created an excellent opportunity for the two of us to live a carefree and happy married life.

Of course we will not let go of such an opportunity.Therefore, getting up in the same bed every night is sleepy, and it is indispensable to make love every night.Such a day, even the gods can only envy when they see it, and cannot imitate it.