Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

On the other side of the phone, Professor Han's breathing became obviously heavy. The old comrade asked with concern, are you okay? Professor Han said he was fine, and he was recuperating in the hospital.

Professor Han said that he is currently in the hospital, had a small car accident and is recuperating, so he can't come here, he can only listen to what the old comrades have to say, please trouble the old comrades.

The old comrade repeatedly said that it is all right, Professor Han, you can rest at ease, and there is no trouble or trouble, and it happens that there is nothing to do.

The two were polite, and Professor Han asked him if there were any more detailed and "true" records about this disaster recorded in history.

He wanted to know what he had to say about the fire after compiling the county annals written by Daoist Zhu Ji of Wangye Temple.

"Not so mysterious."

Professor Han said.

Although he knew that the mysterious possibility was real, but who would believe it?
"Let them fly up, tell them to sink, let them be drowned in history."

He firmly remembered what Teacher Xie told him.

Don't talk about it all the time.

Professor Han thought of a graduate student he had once supervised. This young man was addicted to the Internet and once said a word.

"Black and red are also red."

Bring it up and it wins.

The Egyptian pharaoh engraved his name on the front of the tomb, and his name could prove that he was still alive.

They turned themselves into mummies, waiting to return one day.

Therefore, if you don’t remember or read, everything is empty, and things will be solved.

But now, Professor Han can't make everything empty.

He's stuck in the mud and needs to save himself.

The first thing is to get out of the village. He needs to go to the county annals of a certain place. If the county annals say that the battle recorded in history was won, it means that this matter has already happened and won.

They are safe.

Although Professor Han still has many things that are unclear, but after seeing so many weird things with his own eyes, he knows that what he said, Qie Yi, is not aimless.

He also gradually understood his teacher, Teacher Xun.

The teacher is not crazy.

Teacher Xun told him to see with his own eyes what the teacher himself had seen.

Now, they should be "crazy" together.

This is the scene that their master and apprentice should face.

He has been deeply involved in it for a long time, unable to extricate himself.

Since the deep mountains in western Hunan, he has been unable to escape. Teacher Qie said that this is "historical inevitability", and Professor Han prefers to call it "fate". Hearing the fire, Professor Han was a little relieved .

The first step was completed, and he was eager to know the follow-up of this fire.

And he wants old comrades to recommend a few people to take a look at Zhuan Wangye Temple.

Although he knew that it was likely to be successful, because if it was not successful, the belief of Prince Zuan would not be spread.

Now it looks like Prince Zhuan has succeeded.

What Professor Han is curious about now is, who is Prince Zuan?
His hanging heart fell, but not completely.

His doubts were more than his panic.

Before that, he had never heard of the belief of Prince Zhuan, not to mention that this belief was passed on in a proper way. This shows that Prince Zhuan is the one who guaranteed his safety—although why is it so, time is very tight, Mr. Xie Did not say it.

This is also the most likely reasonable guess.

But he wants to know the full truth of the matter.

Even a few words will do.

If he wanted to know about this matter, he could only find clues from the historical materials that this old comrade knew.

He also had doubts about the belief of Prince Zhuan. Many folk beliefs will be broadcast and expanded according to the will of the upper rulers or the migration of the population.

Prince Zhuan, Professor Han can be sure that he has not heard much about this belief.

This belief is likely to be the local folk belief.

It is possible that Zhuan Wangye was a local cultural person, or a person who conformed to the moral model of the feudal era at that time.

Professor Han is more convinced that it is not, he thinks it may be the young man he has seen.

The man who moves like a god.

Now that everyone has dreamed of the teacher, held a little sand, and seen the horrible weirdness, why not believe that someone can have the same ability?
His curiosity is still not extinguished. After witnessing Xiangxi and seeing Guanshan Kiln Factory, his curiosity has not only not been extinguished, but has become even hotter.

When the old comrades heard this, how could they use other people's words?He can go by himself.

Professor Han was in a hurry, and said hey, no need, this is too much trouble for you.

This favor owes too much, so it's not enough.

What does the old comrade say this is?
It's a trivial matter, nothing more.

He said that he really didn't have time to observe the Zunwangye Temple carefully, so he went right away.

In his words, "not far away".

Knocking on the door and entering the leader's office, the old comrade's face was full of red: "I'm sick, and I want to take sick leave for half a day." The leader glanced at him and was very kind: "The old comrade should take a good rest when he goes back, don't be too tired."

Granted him a vacation.

Turning around, the "sick" old comrade rode a bicycle and came to the front of Zhuanwangye Temple with a camera. The Zhuanwangye Temple is not in the county seat. He was on a mountain a few kilometers away from the county seat. The old comrade parked his bicycle and walked up the hill.

The temple of Prince Zhuan is very quiet. Its architecture is somewhat like that of the Ming Dynasty. Although it was built in the late Qing Dynasty, it has some folk customs.

Folklore means that there are not so many details about this temple.

Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing can be imitated anywhere.

As for the folks, there are no taboos except for usurping.

It's okay to overstep, as long as you don't get caught.

For example, this is a temple with three entrances.

Not a monk or a Taoist.

At the front, old comrades take pictures. There are not so many rules here, and it belongs to the management of the Cultural Bureau.

The advantage of a small place is that everyone is acquaintances, acquaintances are easy to handle, and the face of an old comrade can still be enjoyed here.

Isn't it just taking pictures?

Anyway.

The first to enter the small courtyard is a shrine, and inside the shrine are "five generals".

This is also a very strange thing.

If you go into a general temple, there are Jialan, Dharma protectors, and four heavenly kings in temples.

As for Taoist temples, some have shrines on the mountains, which enshrine Wang Lingguan.

Only this "five-party gods", although I don't know if it is the only one, but there are indeed not many.

The Taoist Xiuxian Chronicle in the book said that the five gods and generals made great contributions to protecting this place from being invaded by evil spirits.

So he became the right-hand man of the "Prince Zhuan".

These five gods, five colors, and five elements have one color.

And they wore masks, drums around their waists, and plateau-style robes, which were also written in the county annals, saying that this was evidence of communication.

The fusion of two cultures is proof.

These five gods present the characteristics of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, that is, five colors.

White, cyan, black, red, yellow.

When seeing temples and worshiping gods, the old comrade said he believed in these gods, but he did not believe in them. He believed in fate, not gods.

The more he grows up, the more he feels the impermanence of fate, the powerless feeling that the world is like a torrent and people are like grass.

Home is his haven.

But even though he didn't believe in these clay sculptures and wood carvings, according to the custom, he still picked up a stick of incense, lit it, and inserted it into the incense burner in front of him.

Seriously, bye bye.

While the incense was lingering, he took two photos, but there was an extra person behind him.

If he hadn't spoken, the old comrade would not have noticed anyone behind him.

What's important is that even the old comrades didn't notice that someone was talking behind his back, and he didn't feel "shocked".

He turned back naturally.

The old comrade glanced back, he didn't know this person, but after a few glances, he liked him very much.

An indescribable attraction.

"I haven't seen you, young man, are you here for a tour?"

The man said "hmm", and the old comrade looked at the unlit incense in his hand: "Are you coming to offer incense too?"

The man: "I can't get any incense, what are you doing here?"

The old comrade took a picture of the camera and said: "Someone asked me to take a picture. I am a university student."

The old comrade was chattering a bit, and walking in with him, the old comrade was in a happy mood and talked a lot more.

It can be said to be showing off, but it can also be said to be a kind of proof.

Prove your form.

Who said that when people are old, they are not competitive?

When the people next to him heard what he said, they didn't interrupt him, but listened carefully.

The old comrades were even happier.

He didn't realize that not only him, but even the men and women around him unconsciously moved towards this side.

around this young man.

A hundred birds are like a phoenix.

The old comrade told the allusions here. The second hall here is even more wonderful, and it is an unknown god.

He wears a robe, but he wears a crown, twelve beads, and twelve curtains.

This person is wearing a mian suit, but there is a white curtain on his face.

In some places, a piece of paper is used to cover the face of the deceased during funerals.

Therefore, these talents described this place as a small folk temple.

Because no matter what, even the gods have different positions.

In the past, the left side was respected, the top was respected, and the high was respected.

This god is wearing a crown suit, which was the costume of the former Zhou emperor.

His status must be very high, so it is not normal for this high-status god to be placed in the second hall, and the combined god of "Stove Lord, City God, and the Land" is in the third hall.

There is no up and down.

It’s a pity for the old comrade to talk about this place, saying that the environment here is very good, and there is not even a trace of heat when coming here in summer.

It would have been a great place.

But they invited experts over and said that the building here is a bit inexplicable.

"Say it's arrogant, hey."

The old comrade was a little aggrieved, but he couldn't say anything.

People are invited by them, and they can't do anything if they don't give face.

Hey ~
The person standing beside him nodded and said: "Oh, that's it, but it's normal. After all, they are not locals. It's normal that they don't know what happened in the local area. Just like this one, has he Could it be the Lord Taishan from long ago?
There is another reason for him to appear here. The three halls are not necessarily based on their status?
Is this past, present, and future? "

"It's not based on status, what else can it be based on? The way of the third Buddha? But it shouldn't be like this. The Lord Taishan has become the Prince Zhuan, and this is also..."

Hearing this, the old comrade repeatedly waved his hands and said, "Hey, you can't say this nonsense, because people will hate you if you say it.

Who knows?Nagging things.

Besides, if it's really Lord Taishan, he doesn't look like Zhou Dynasty clothes. "

"Indeed, for things that are uncertain, I'll just say it casually, don't take offense, besides, who knows who is under Lord Taishan's house?
Whether he is a god, or an official position, belongs to the heavenly court, or is a faction of his own, each of these things has its own theory, doesn't it? "

The man was not dissatisfied after being interrupted, but explained with a smile.

The old comrade took two more photos, especially carefully photographed everything with words here, and then clapped his hands and said: "Yes, but Prince Zhuan also has a positive meaning.

According to our county annals, more than 300 years ago, there was indeed a big fire, and it was the people in the Zhuanwangye Temple who first brought people to put out the fire. "

Having said that, the old comrade suddenly reacted.

"Hey, didn't you say you're not a local?"

The old comrade said suspiciously, while speaking, they had already entered the third place, which was the deepest and last shrine of "Zian Wang Ye Temple", and inside was the "principal god" of Zhuan Wang Ye.

There are also inscriptions and ancient clocks here, which are said to be ancient clocks, which look very new.

On the ancient stele, some words of Zong Yang, the county magistrate at that time, were written.

Praise the prince.

Hearing the old comrade's question, the man said with a smile: "Yes, I'm not a local, and I just read the legends here, and it is said that there have been very tragic wars here.

There used to be demons here, so Prince Zhuan came into being, he summoned a tornado that pierced the sky, countless blood flowed out of the ground, dead people appeared on the street, and two suns appeared in the sky..."

"Hey, it's just a natural phenomenon, it's all nonsense, do you believe the novelist's words?

Our place is a mountainous area, not the grassland next to it, nor the vast area of ​​the Central Plains. How can there be tornadoes in the mountainous area?

Let me talk about your matter of two suns in the sky.

What age is it, the 22nd century, you tell me this.

What you said has a reasonable explanation in the physics world and in meteorology.

Phantasia, yes, is a phantom sun, which means that due to some optical phenomenon, two suns appear, but one of them is actually a fake, because it is the refraction or reflection of light. "

The old comrade laughed and said, how can you, a little comrade, believe in these gods and ghosts more than I do.

"It's okay if you don't believe me."

The man nodded, and someone beside him interrupted.

Someone couldn't help it.

He said: "Actually, not necessarily, after all, I remember what is said in an ancient poem?

Oh, that is to say, Xia Jie said that he is the sun, the original words? "

The person who interrupted suddenly seemed to have forgotten the original words, and was aroused to discuss the idea and participated in the discussion.

The old comrade smiled and added: "You said this, isn't that a famous sentence?
I remember what he seemed to say. He said, there is a sun in the sky, and there are people in me. Is there death in the day? When the sun dies, I also die.

There is a sun in the sky, I am the king, the sun will not go out, and I will not be overthrown, is that what it means? "

"Ah, yes yes yes."

The person who interjected clapped his hands and said, "Yes, yes, that's it, what if Xia Jie is right, what he said is not a metaphor, he didn't compare himself to the sun, but he is the sun?

Can't say anything. "

The old comrade smiled: "Hey, you little comrades, you can't say that. How can a person become the sun? We all know that the sun is a star, which is bigger than the earth.

How could it be human? "

The most eye-catching person also laughed, and he said: "We are just talking like this, it's just a discussion, and besides, the ancients are the same as us, both have barriers to knowledge and vision.

The observation conditions in ancient times were insufficient. When they saw the sun, they would not imagine that it was a planet. They would only think that it was a big fireball that could fly by itself and shine on all things. It could be an alchemy furnace, a golden crow, or a heavenly emperor. son. "

The man touched his head and said: "It may also be the future, a vitality that will never be exhausted! It is the direction of future evolution."

Happy New Year, friends from the south