Chapter 952

The old forest in the middle of the night is not very quiet, and all the sounds in the imagination are really only in the imagination;

the wind in the north, like the loud and wild voice of the northern man, has been blowing all the time, like a huge hand, taking this old forest as a string of harps and playing.

There's no rhythm or reliable staff, but it's just such a mess. I've been used to it for a long time.

A middle-aged man carrying a box of batteries walked to a stream,

he actually regretted that he had bought the batteries a little earlier.

It's like going to a place to travel. It's usually the day before or even on the day when you go back, you can just make do with buying some "special products" at the airport or railway station.

Which one day buy a lot of specialty products, and then keep running around with them?

What's more, compared with Goubuli bun, which Tianjin people don't eat, and zhangfei beef, which Chengdu people don't eat,

similar to the above two kinds of "local specialty" that can only be bought in specialty stores,

this battery,

is it difficult to buy?

All over the street,

you can buy it at any grocery store.

But now that you have bought it,

take it with you.

The battery can't be damped,

so the man carefully wrapped several layers of plastic paper and placed them on the pile of leaves across the stream.

Then,

he went to the stream,

squatted down,

picked up a handful of water,

began to wash his hands,

he washed very seriously, very seriously, but boss Zhou was not here, otherwise, if he saw it, he might feel sorry for the other party's serious attitude of washing his hands.

They are all clean people.

After washing his hands,

shook his hands,

the man sat on the ground.

The water level of the stream,

began to decline slowly,

decreased at a speed visible to the naked eye,

and in the middle of the stream,

gradually revealed a cornice.

For thousands of years, Chinese people have always had their own persistence and unique aesthetics in building construction, and they are so meticulous that even the eaves have their own unique design.

From the perspective of the present, in those days, everyone lived in "art", but now, they put themselves into the prison of the apartment, like living in a larger urn in advance;

the difference is that some of the urn will be like those plastic fruit boxes with dried fruit seeds, divided into several grids, which will lead to a set Two sets and three style of urn.

Under the stream,

is a temple,

just don't know how many years ago,

the temple was buried, it is estimated that it also collapsed,

it may be a slightly better preserved cornice, now it has become the only pride it held up, reminding it of its past glory.

this is a Town God's Temple.

A little yellow light began to condense beside the man, and finally the figure of a scholar came out.

The scholar is dressed in yellow imperial clothes, and the whole person looks very tired.

You can clearly feel a sense of decay in him, and there is a little bit of fragmentation in the less noticeable corners.

"I thought I'd never see you again."

The scholar said.

The man nodded. "Yes."

At that time,

both of them were from the Central Plains, that is to say, the present Henan people, with rich families;

this is nonsense,

it's like that the current childe is tired of playing with other things and always likes to pursue novel stimulation. At the same level of transportation, the two people can actually travel from Henan to the northeast, which is the Northeast position of the northeast, at home I can't do such a thing without money.

Just in the same year, I was young, and I was very aggressive;

"later, did you pass the exam?" The scholar asked.

"The gold list."

When the scholar heard the words, he showed a color of exasperation and seemed very indignant, "if I had not died."

"It's not that your death here stimulated me, but because you died, lost such a playmate, suddenly felt a lot of things are boring, simply closed the door to study."

"Reading and reading, I passed the exam by mistake?"

"That's right."

The scholar smiled, and so did the man.

In that year,

the two traveled here together,

it was a market town at the beginning,

the scholars got wind chill here, they didn't survive, they didn't.

The middle-aged man buried the scholar here.A thousand years later,

one became a local city God here, and

one became a king of hell.

"I've heard a lot about you." The scholar said.

"I know you must know a lot about me."

The scholar nodded.

"I've been waiting for you to come to me." Said the man.

"I won't come to you."

"I know you won't come to me."

When the man finished, he smiled again with the scholar.

Or come to my house?

Don't agree, I mean!

When the friends of that year made a fortune,

to find a relationship, change a place, and ask for help, it is also human nature.

Looking at the scholar's appearance now,

the incense has been broken for many years.

the temple has been destroyed and almost disappeared. It is buried by the dust. The human population is thin to the extreme. There is no one left. Where can I find the incense?

The scholar's Dharma body has been broken to this extent.

It is estimated that

there is less than ten years left.

"I didn't expect to see you before I left."

"I didn't expect to come up at this time. By the way, do you know the battery? I bought a lot this time. "

In the discourse,

shows off to old friends a little,

is childish,

is pure.

"The times are different." The scholar said with emotion.

The middle-aged man frowned,

he didn't want the topic to turn in that direction,

it was not good to simply meet old friends again,

?

"I'm sparsely populated here, and there's no incense, but the city gods are basically the same everywhere now."

At this point,

the scholar looks at his old friends.

The City God is under the jurisdiction of the Yin division. Their status is detached, and they are basically local heroes.

Their existence, their continuity, their prosperity and decline can't be measured simply by incense.

This is a kind of general trend,

a kind of general trend that is deliberately indulged and artificially come out.

A City God, a Yama,

is like a general guarding the border,

ask the senior officials of the current Dynasty,

Why did the court cut off the border army's pay?

Didn't the court know that the city god system would collapse and the building would fall?

But in fact,

as we all know,

as we all know.

Lawyer an and Feng Si'er, the inspection of the middle and lower classes can see that the ship is going to sink, let alone other people sitting higher?

The higher the people sit, the clearer the tremor will be if the foundation starts to be unstable.

The middle-aged man didn't speak.

"The order of yin and Yang cannot be changed." The scholar continued to lament.

The middle-aged man sighed and said:

"before going down this time, I will go back to our home to have a look. I heard that your former house has become a cultural relic and has been preserved."

"In the old days, the swallow in front of Wangxie hall was nothing more." The scholar looked at the middle-aged man seriously. "No one is left. What's the point of keeping the empty shell bright and beautiful?"

"Better than nothing."

"Do you know why, after the disappearance of the last generation, you can inherit everything left by Mount Tai so smoothly?"

The middle-aged man pursed his lips and closed his eyes. The expression of impatience was very clear.

He is not good at concealing his emotions. First, there is no need for him. In this world,

there are not many people who need him to flatter and pretend to gather up emotions. Even if the Bodhisattva is a Bodhisattva,

at most, he can only count as half of them.

What's more,

it's easy to open your heart when you meet your friends when you are young.

The scholar actually saw it, but the scholar pretended not to see it, but continued: "because you inherited everything of Mount Tai, the pattern of Mount Tai and the system of Mount Tai.

When the government is gone,

one becomes another,

ha ha ha,

or,

one becomes ten of you,

it really doesn't matter.

What's the difference between sitting on the top seat, one person, ten people or one hundred people, for the people below?

Anyway,

I can't sit up. "

At this point, the scholar smiled again, but this time the middle-aged man did not smile."In fact, I'm not reconciled." The scholar reached out his hand, and a cup appeared in his hand. The cup was filled with stream water. He took a sip of water instead of wine. "I really don't like it. How could we have..."

The middle-aged man coughed and said:

"now it's meaningless to say that."

At the beginning, you didn't stop it, or you acquiesced.

Now,

it's already done,

it's useless to say anything more.

For thousands of years,

what really makes middle-aged men feel strange and curious is the head of the hound who dares to make a voice in the silence.

"This is the general trend. Under the general trend, you can't block it. Neither can I

The middle-aged man sighed.

"The question is, have you blocked it? Have you tried?

Or,

you're not in the way,

you're even standing behind and pushing? "

"In what capacity are you talking to me?"

"Cheng Huang and Yan Wang? Or the friends who traveled together in those days? What do you say? "

The middle-aged man was silent.

"As the City God, I am the Minister of yin and Yang, and I have the right to direct advice?

As an old friend, you should be responsible for exhortation and mutual encouragement in the face of your former like-minded partners. "

The middle-aged man continued to be silent.

The scholar's body began to burn,

"I still have ten years to go. I didn't expect you to come, but I have been expecting you to come.

At present,

now that you are here, I will use the remaining ten years to tell you one thing.

When the building is leaning down, the higher you stand,

the worse you fall! "

"Boom!"

The scholar's body exploded, and the yellow fire of terror began to rage.

The middle-aged man sat there still, a black diaphragm appeared around him,

completely blocked the raging fire,

outside,

the flames were surging,

but he was at ease.

He looked up at the dark night sky,

let the fire continue to burn on the outside,

he smiled,

he said with a smile:

"the building is going to fall, the building is going to fall,

ha ha ha ha,

who told you,

I am still upstairs?"