Farming, learning Wu, and peace in the world

Chapter 138

Fourth day of July.

Everything works.

Chijia Village ushered in a major event. The earth temple was built. The laymen of Xingziguan held the clay sculpture of the earth god and put the clay statue into the shrine under the watchful eyes of the whole village.

Then there was another simple disaster relief and blessing process, and the sacrificial ceremony of the Earth Temple was officially completed.

There is a monument in front of the temple.

The inscription on the inscription is the list of donations raised by the Earth Temple, and the top two on the list are "Chi Xiutian" and "Chi Xiuyuan" who donated [-] yuan each.

In the following hundreds of households, they all ranged from a few yuan to three to fifty yuan, and only four or five donated 50 yuan.

Chijia Village is a small village with a population of just over 500. Except for a dozen households living on the side of a ridge, the other households are distributed at the foot of the surrounding mountains and on both sides of the road.

Send away Xingziguan Layman.

The villagers came to pay homage to the Lord of the Land one after another. Chi Qiaosong followed him and left after offering a stick of incense.

"Brother Xiutian, I might ask Director Xiaosong for a favor."

"You said."

"My child wants to practice martial arts, and I want to ask Director Xiaosong to help him join a class so that he can learn martial arts now, otherwise he will be abandoned at home."

"Didn't you go to school?"

"I went, I couldn't answer the questions, I was beaten by the teacher, and then I didn't go to school after beating to death."

"Then he entered the lecture hall, can he practice? The teachers in the lecture hall are not as light as the teachers in the school when they fight."

"It's okay, it's okay, if you don't practice martial arts well, you will be unyielding if you are killed."

"Then I'll talk to Xiaosong later." Father Chi didn't refuse this little favor - Chi Qiaosong's master is the chief lecturer of the martial arts hall, so it's not a big deal to have a transfer student.

Father Chi was surrounded by people.

Chi's mother and second aunt were even entangled in the group of women, and they were so noisy that they couldn't hear what they were talking about.

The second uncle was also surrounded by people, chatting enthusiastically: "Yuanzi, your clothes are from a brand name."

"The Lina brand in the dream, the one that is often advertised on TV, Xiaosong insisted on buying me a suit when he went shopping. I said that I carry a big shovel every day, what do you want me to do with this brand."

"Director Xiaosong respects you as an uncle, why don't you wear it."

"You can afford it now."

"Children wear clothes when they buy them. Compared with eating and drinking, they won't fall off after wearing them."

"Yes, yes, Xiaosong is a filial child, remember that your uncle raised him with shit and urine from a young age!"

The compliments from the villagers made the second uncle smile from ear to ear: "I didn't raise him seriously. I was poor at that time, so I gave him rice and noodles. But anyway, my elder brother and sister-in-law were not at home, and I was hungry. , nor let my eldest nephew go hungry."

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Ikehashi slipped back to the mountain.

My uncle is building flower beds in the yard. This is my sister-in-law's idea, saying that everything in the yard is good, but there is no garden, which seems too boring and monotonous.

"I'm back."

"Ah."

"What about your father?"

"I'm doing homework on the side of the road, and I don't think I'll be able to come back in a while."

The little uncle is a shrewd person, and said with a smile: "They have been poor for half their lives, now that you are promising, you definitely want to be more beautiful in front of your relatives."

"Actually, it doesn't make much sense." Chi Qiaosong brought a bucket of cement.

"What is meaning? People, like Xiaosong, you practice martial arts with all your heart, and you have a little bit of your own pursuit." The little uncle said while skillfully picking up a red brick.

Use a trowel to dig a lump of cement paste on it, smooth it, shovel off the excess cement at both ends obliquely, then build it up, and then knock it with the back of the knife to ensure that the red bricks are flush.

He used to be a clerk in the city, but now he came to the countryside to farm. Before he had time to plant a few acres, he learned how to wash vegetables and feed chickens, build walls and build roads.

"By the way, Xiaosong, I want to ask you something."

"what?"

The little uncle stopped laying bricks and asked curiously, "Who lives in that bamboo house on the mountain?"

"I thought you wouldn't ask, little uncle." Chi Qiaosong smiled.

"Your father doesn't allow you to ask, but you also know that little uncle is too curious. If you don't ask clearly, you always feel as uncomfortable as a cat scratching your heart."

"I know."

Chi Qiaosong pondered and said: "It's a hermit in the mountain, and I have some ties with me. I invite it to come to Chijiashan to sit in town. When I'm not around, it can guard Chijiashan."

The little uncle nodded, and asked again: "Could it be one of the four Pengli ghosts..."

"How is it possible? The four ghosts of Peng Li are all evil cultivators who kill people without blinking an eye. I don't feel at ease if I take them in." Chi Qiaosong couldn't laugh or cry. Even Liu Changyuan was killed. How could these evil cultivators be taken in.

He explained: "It's a Qi practitioner in the mountains. I saved its life. It taught me Qigong and promised to protect Chijiashan for 30 years."

According to legend, many Qi refiners in the deep mountains live alone and experience nature.Do not deal with the world, concentrate on practicing qigong, and often retreat for a hundred days.

The hairless old fox, Tu Shanxi, has grown without eating grains and was born with qi. It is not an exaggeration to call him a qi refiner.

The little uncle was dubious: "Is it reliable?"

"Reliable, reliable with life and death."

The life and soul of the hairless old fox is sheltered under the name of Chi Qiaosong, which means that life and death are in his hands, and the reliability will naturally be full-unless one day Tu Shan gets tired of life.

"That's fine, that's fine."

The little uncle was satisfied. Whether the answer was believable or not, it at least satisfied his curiosity.And it also gave him a sense of security in his heart.

The several incidents of evil spirits and evil cultivators experienced by Yiyi Kan more or less cast a shadow over him.

When I was alone on Chijia Mountain, I always wondered if there would be some ghosts and ghosts rushing out, or a wanted criminal would come and chop him with a knife.

Now Ikehashisong has made it clear that there are tall hermits sheltering on the mountain.

He settled down.

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"With the land master, you can rest assured."

The village head of Chijia Village, with his hands behind his back, looked at the afterglow of the setting sun on the Earth Temple with a very satisfied expression.

Famian Wheel King Liu Changyuan died on a ridge, and the filthy smell from the self-explosion polluted the whole mountain. He was at home at that time, and suddenly the filthy smell was blown on his face, and he felt countless ghosts appearing in front of him.

He was so scared that he almost peed out, and he couldn't guarantee it at night.

Although Xuan Hanzi, the abbot of Xingzi Temple, fed him a bowl of talisman water to dispel the illusion of ghosts, but sleeping in a temporary hotel, he still had nightmares from time to time at night.

After waiting for a month, the Earth Temple was finally built and the Earth God was ushered in.

The village chief felt that he could finally sleep well tonight, so he strolled back to the new house across the road—the county had already built a new bungalow.

sunset.

The last golden afterglow slowly moved out of the shrine.

With the disappearance of the light, the smiling face of the Land Lord quickly fell into darkness.Xingziguan's sculpture skills are not very good, the face of the land man is a little crooked, and it looks a little gloomy in the dark.

Suddenly.

The eyeballs dipped in the two pens and inks of the land master seemed to move slightly.

The next moment, the incense burner placed on the table in front of the shrine, and the unburned half of the incense, rose into a curl of smoke, whirling and drifting into the nostrils of the Land Lord.

The nostrils are just two hollows on the clay sculpture.

But at this moment, the two depressions seemed to be bottomless pits, and the smoke from burning incense drifted in continuously, and the wind couldn't blow the smoke away until all the sticks of incense were burned.

The Earth Lord's eyeballs swayed again.

The setting sun was completely blocked by distant mountains, and the Earth Temple was plunged into darkness.

(End of this chapter)