Two days later, everyone was ready. Liu Ye drove to pick me up Daya and I, and went directly to the Beijing-Shenzhen Expressway, driving all the way.

The balances in Beijing are always gray, like plastic cloth covering the house, but today it is surprisingly blue, blue sky, white clouds, and the birds in the forest chasing and playing. All of this constitute a natural and excellent ink painting.

I was laughing and joking along the way, very relaxed. The light and shadow outside the car window were jumping rhythmically. The street trees beside the road stretched out the branches of yellow and green leaves, gently whirling in the slight breeze, dancing gracefully.

Willow leaves drove the car and felt moved when they were touching the scene. They seemed to be chanting softly as if they were talking to themselves: "Yesterday, spring was like a thirteenth daughter who learned to embroidery. She didn't teach her flowers to be thin. She was very ruthless, and she felt like the rain and wind..."

The poem "Fung Butterfly" by Xin Qiji is so sensual, and I can't help but feel fascinated. I stared out the window blankly, but my thoughts have already floated to the distance.

Big teeth shook their heads, nodded repeatedly, and looked at Liu Ye: "Girl, this poem is quite nice. The tone is a bit like a lyrics. In the past, these lyrics were all sang with small songs..."

What was originally quite elegant made Daya feel a little disgusted, and immediately caused countless rolling eyes.

I couldn't help but use small words to bury him: "Big teeth, do you know what redundant means? It's the cotton jacket in summer and the palm-leaf fan in winter, and the opinions you give after others have finished speaking."

Daya curled her lips at me: "What, what I said is wrong? This thing that has been playing with for hundreds of years is prone to hair and mold. When you mention it carefully, you will feel a scent of covering your nose (Northeast dialect: a damp and moldy smell). Now who else can do this? We must keep pace with the times!"

"Keep up with the times? New style poetry? Pear blossom body?" Liu Yetou didn't look back and laughed at Daya.

"Pear Blossom Body? What to do with Ying?" Daya couldn't control his mouth at all. He couldn't get enough of it, and he couldn't speak even harder, so he asked when he opened his mouth.

I dared to block Liu Ye and told Daya that I would like to check out useful things on the Internet and not always stare at those picture websites. Pictures are never knowledgeable without text.

"Pear Blossom" is homophonic with "Lihua Blossom". In fact, it comes from the name of the female poet Zhao Lihua. If you want to talk about this woman, the works are so old and different, so there are many controversies. They have always been nicknamed "Salute Poems". With her similar poetry style, poetry is called "Pear Blossom".

Looking at Daya's slightest understanding, I sighed: "Forget it, let's make a classic one for you, listen!"

I cleared my throat, swallowed, and then recited with a stern look: "One ant, another ant, a group of ants, and there may be more ants."

Daya stared at me in a daze. Seeing that I was silent, she blinked, looked at me, and looked at Liu Ye again: "It's over?"

Liu Ye and I nodded at him: "It's over!"

Daya was so disgusting that she leaned on the back, stretched her waist, and muttered, "What the hell is this poem? I'm so stupid. I would have known this if I had known this. The compositions from my elementary school were more profound than this."

Liu Ye hummed lightly, but didn't look at Daya, so that Daya wouldn't be dissatisfied. If the poem was interpreted from an expert's perspective, it would be very artistic. Many "experts" have studied it specifically, and finally believed that the height of this poem is not ordinary high. What is expressed in the poem is actually a cognitive process. From a philosophical point of view, the simplest one is the most complex one.

Along the way, I talked and laughed, but I didn’t feel lonely. When it was not dark, I finally arrived at the town of Mengjialing.

The streets on the town are crooked, a bit like the Chinese character "big". Although they are small towns, they look pretty good. There are not long streets in the town, and they sell everything. We took a long walk around the town and finally parked the car in front of a restaurant. The first floor is a restaurant and the second floor is a hotel.

As soon as the car was parked, a man in his forties came out of the house to greet us and welcomed us into the house very enthusiastically.

The restaurant is not very big. On the right side of the entrance, there are three private rooms simply separated by wooden boards. In the direction of the door, three dining tables are arranged in a row. The man directly picked up the curtains in a private room and let us in.

After ordering a few dishes, drinking a sip of tea, I chatted with the man while I was serving the dishes. Only then did I realize that he was the owner of the place. The couple opened this small shop, and there were no waiters. He was responsible for running the hall outside, and his wife was responsible for cooking in the kitchen.

There are few foreign tourists in the town, and most of them come to eat locally. The business is not very good, so they just deal with it. As for the hotel, there are not many people coming to live in it all year round. Anyway, it is their own house, and there are too many houses to live in, so I packed up two rooms. Those who have accommodation will only stay here for one night, and the price is very reasonable.

I handed the boss a cigarette, and the boss refused and took it over. He lit it for us first and then lit it myself.

It was probably because he noticed our license plate number when he went out just now, so he asked us how we came from Beijing from a long distance.

I gently sniffed a cigarette and told him that we were all from here and moved away after we were over 10 years old. Now the elderly at home are old and cannot come back in their lifetime. When they get old, they are nostalgic and talk about here every day. Now we come back to see it. One is to check out some old relatives and visit the families, and then think about it, take some photos, and even go back to the old man to talk about it, just think about it as a trip.

After hearing what I said, the boss squirted a cigarette, squinted his eyes and said, "Hey, what are you doing in this broken place? What are you traveling? It's all big land and rough, or it's just a deserted meadow or a wild mountain in front of you, so there's nothing to see. You're used to living in the city, and everything you see is fresh."

As he was talking, a woman in her forties came in as soon as the curtain was lifted. She tied her apron and put the vegetables on the table. After looking at the three of us, "If you haven't been here, there is something to see here. Unlike what he said, there is a side trench and side door, and a big temple, so it's okay to look at it." Judging from this situation, this woman should be the boss's wife.

"Border trench? Border gate? What big temple is there?" I was very interested after hearing this.

The boss waved to the boss's wife, sent her to cook, and then took the dishes for us, and said, "She was talking about it not far from the north of Dagou Village. I heard that there was a long 'border trench'. It is said that the south of the trench was Han people, and the north of the trench was Manchu. The trench was long. I heard that it was hundreds of miles long, similar to the Great Wall. But you are in Beijing, and after seeing the Great Wall, you will see this one as a big local bun."

When I heard this, I found it interesting. The side door and side trench are also near Dagou Village. It is probably not too far from where we are going, so I asked the boss curiously: "What era is this side door and side trench? What is the use of side door?"

Seeing that we were interested in this, the boss pulled a chair and sat not far away. While smoking a cigarette, he said, "The border gate and the border trench should have happened before the Qing Dynasty. Our trench used to be a boundary between Manchus, and the border trench was almost a dividing line. Separating the Han people and Manchus, there was a "border gate" for fifty or sixty miles apart, which was used to keep watch. The door to the east was here, called "Hersumen". There were also "Banla Mountain Gate", "Milk Street Gate", and "Ulabao Gate". "

Speaking of this, the boss leaned forward and said to us mysteriously: "I heard from the old man in the past that this door was a passage that was 'passed' at that time. If I didn't pass by the door, but rushed through the trench and was caught, I would be beheaded on the spot and would lose my life."

The boss asked us to eat while he told us to hear it, and he found out a lot of things.

It is said that in the Qing Dynasty, a "Nine Halls Temple of Gods" was built in the Qing Dynasty. The temple was worshipped by Guan Erye. At that time, the temple had the front and back halls, bells and drums on the second floor. The statues inside were plated with gold and their eyes were inlaid with agate. The golden light was shining, lifelike and vivid. The bells in the temple could be heard for dozens of miles, which was very grand.

A few years later, we started to go to "Romans". The "Romans" destroyed the temple and all the things inside were taken away. Only the ruined old site can be seen now. The current temple was built by the villagers later on, and the location was not the previous place. The old Taoists inside have been replaced several groups in succession. It is said that this temple-like Taoist practice cannot be suppressed at all.

"Old Russians" originated from the Chinese derogatory term for foreigners (Europeans). It is said that because the foreigners I saw earlier were both barbaric and covered with red hair, they were derogatory as "Old Russians". After Tsarist Russia invaded the Northeast, a large number of Russians came to settle in the Northeast, so the word "Old Russians" gradually became a word specifically referring to the Russians.

However, when we heard the name "Jiutang Shen Zhen", we all felt a little strange, and we didn't know why we gave such a strange name.

The boss shook his head, saying that the old man said so, and no one knew why.

Seeing that there was no one else in the room, the boss pulled the chair closer and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid you don't believe it when I say something. You don't know. It is said that more than 10,000 people were buried not far from the temple. They were all buried in the trench that year when Nurhaci was killed in the war. They were all buried in the trench. I heard that the trench was dug five or six meters deep down, and it was dug several miles long before all the people killed were buried."

"But this area will not be peaceful in the future. At night, you can hear the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howling. No one lives nearby. It is said that too many people have been killed and the wronged souls have taken their lives! Later, I heard that Nurhaci had found out about this, and killed one of his generals and buried them there, saying that he was cleaning up the dead ghosts. Later, he built this temple on it and invited Guan Erye to suppress it. But don't say it, since then, it has been calm. We don't know whether it is true or not."

When we heard this, all three of us vaguely smelled a little. We would not let go of Nurhaci's place easily. If this Nine Halls of God's Corpse Temple is really as this boss said, it would be a bit weird.

I hurriedly asked Liu Ye to take out the map and ask the boss to point out the approximate location. The boss looked at the map for a long time before he understood the east, south, west and north. It was probably because he rarely looked at the map before. After talking for a long time, the boss understood the location of our map. He tinkered for a long time and then tidied himself for a long time. Finally, he tapped a place with his hand and told us with certainty that the location of the border gate and the ancient temple he mentioned were there.

The three of us stretched our necks and took a breath of air conditioning.

PS: The physical book of this book will be launched in April, with the physical title "Da Qing Dragon Coffin". Thank you for your continued support and attention.
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