Secretary Dakang held a straw hat for climbing the mountain, a straw raincoat and a crutch. He said that wearing a raincoat is inconvenient to go up the mountain, and it is easy to get into trouble if you block your sight.

The thing I held in my right hand surprised me. It turned out to be a courier package. Secretary Dakang said it was sent to the village office in the morning, and my name was written on it.

I tossed and turned with the express delivery, it was so strange!

I just arrived here yesterday. No one would inform me, who would send a package here? And there was no name of the sender on it, and only a postmark from Guangdong was stamped. I couldn't remember any acquaintances in Guangdong for a while.

Wei Yu said excitedly: "Let me tear it out! Let me tear it out!"

Wei Yu usually has two major hobbies, including dismantling express delivery and playing with bubble paper, so I asked her to do it for her.

She tore the packaging apart in a few seconds, stuffed some plastic foam into it. She took out the innermost thing, suddenly screamed, covered her hands and retreated a few meters away, tears rolling in her eyes.

I asked her what was wrong, and she said, "Bad brother, someone wants to harm you!"

I was suspicious and saw a token falling from the ground. I held it in my hand and weighed it. The token was ten centimeters long, thick at the top and thin at the bottom, as if it was carved from good cypress wood. There were some talismans that I couldn't understand with cinnabar and a hideous ghost head. Although it was a Taoist utensil, I didn't recognize it.

Oyu asked in surprise: "Is it okay for you to hold it in your hand? I just felt like I was stabbed by a needle."

"It's okay." I said.

There is no yin energy on the token, but there is an extremely strong yang energy. No wonder Taiyu can't touch it. I feel like a magic weapon, and I don't know which colleague gave it to me, so why don't you write a instructions for use!

After breakfast, I and Secretary Dakang were preparing to go up the mountain. The mountain road was muddy and difficult to walk. Wearing a straw raincoat and crutches reminded me of Su Dongpo's poem: "Bamboo sticks and straw shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid?" and chanted casually.

Wei Yu continued: "No internet, no meat, no TV, no boring." I glared at her, how could I tell the truth?

I asked Secretary Dakang what strange things happened in the village before the evil rain began? For example, something was accidentally dug out or someone he offended.

Secretary Dakang thought for a while and said, "The people in our village are honest and have never done anything that is harmful to the world."

I asked again: "Have any large tombs been excavated in the village?"

"No, in the 1990s, several leaders came over and inspected the Black Dragon Temple, saying that they wanted to apply for a world cultural heritage. Our village is so proud!" Secretary Dakang said.

I don’t think he lied to me. There is this Black Dragon Temple on the mountain, and there is absolutely no large tomb in the mountain.

Because there was a saying in ancient times that there were other tombs or temples on large tombs, which was equivalent to being suppressed by the Feng Shui of a clan. Only when some conquerors deal with the conquered people would deliberately build tombs and temples on their tombs.

There are temples on the tops of all famous mountains in China. Open the map of China and you will find that all the mountains are connected, presenting three large dragon veins from west to east. The temples on the famous mountains are like suppressing these three divine dragons.

The ancients' thoughts were mysterious and interesting, but there was also some truth in it.

Two hours later, we reached the top of the mountain. There was a small temple hidden among the trees, which enshrines a statue of a man with dark and red skin. The man wore a water-blue Taoist robe and a crown worn by an ancient emperor on his head. If you look closely, you will find that there were thin fish scales on the man's arms and neck.

According to legend, the bald tail Old Li looks like a fish and seven-pointed person, so all the statues of his gods worshipped in the temple look like this.

A pair of boys and girls stood on the left and right sides of the statue. There were some offerings on the altar in front, such as soju, steamed buns, fruits, etc.

The entire temple was dedicated to such a great god, and it felt like the temple was quite new. Secretary Dakang said that the original Black Dragon Temple was smashed by a group of Red Guards during the Cultural and Cultural Relics, which was rebuilt later.

This temple does not have temple blessings, and it usually depends on donations from villagers to maintain it.

I noticed that the offerings on the altar were still fresh and some incense ash was accumulated in the incense burner, so I asked Secretary Dakang: "How is the incense here?"

"I'm not afraid of you making fun of it. The village is now irrigating water. Unlike the past, I rely on God, who still comes to pray for rain? No one has been here for a long time. It's because it's always raining during this period. Everyone has gone up the mountain to worship a few times. Isn't this offering just been offered two days ago?"

He also said, "When my grandfather was alive, he often said that he would go to temple fairs, dance dragons and pray for rain every spring, but it was so lively. Mr. Heilong was the guardian god of the village. Everyone loved him. He also cared about the village, and he blessed the land and waters every year. Now everyone forgot about him, and he went back to heaven and no longer cared about the village. My grandfather would cry every time he said that. This natural disaster was retribution, retribution!"

"What kind of retribution?" I asked.

Secretary Dakang quickly explained: "Mr. Zhang, don't get me wrong. I mean that when the Red Guards broke the four olds and came to smash the temple, we didn't stop him, so Mr. Heilong was angry."

But I don’t think so. It’s a bit unreasonable to have been retribution for more than 40 years.

After repeated questioning, Secretary Dakang told a story about the past.

The Black Dragon Temple was once a temple blessing. The Bald Tail Old Li was nominally a Taoist god, but there were not so many things in the folk, so the temple blessing can also get married and have children. This family has served as the temple blessing for generations, so their surname is Li, so in order to distinguish it from other families in the village, it is called the Black Dragon Li family.

The Li family of Heilong claims to be descendants of the Black Dragon King and can communicate with the Black Dragon Master. No matter how turbulent the times and how poor the family is, they will never move. They will not be allowed to separate their families. They will always be a big family in the village.

The Li family in Heilong is a bit strange. Their daughter-in-law has to give birth in the river. The baby born will swim up by themselves, and the wife will not get sick from the mother because of cold water. Moreover, it is said that their family does not eat cooked food, and they eat raw fish and shrimp every meal. The village sings a big show and holds a banquet. Their family never participates in their family's weddings and weddings, and no one goes to anyone else. Who is used to their family's meals?

As time goes by, the Li family in the Black Dragon will appear extremely mysterious and have some estrangement from other villagers.

But I have to say that this family is indeed a bit good, and their family is presided over the prayer of wind and rain every year. Secretary Dakang's grandfather once witnessed the people of the Li family in the Black Dragon praying for rain with his own eyes. It is said that it is very effective. After dancing a Dragon King dance to pray for rain, it started to rain in the sky. The farmers kneeling on the ground excitedly thanked Mr. Heilong to the sky. The scene was so spectacular!

The legendary ceremony hosted by the Li family in Heilong continued until the 1960s and 1970s after the liberation. In the past, the village had good weather every year, and the harvest was better than that of other villages. Girls from all over the country were willing to marry into the village, and the young men in the village were unwilling to go out to do their jobs.
Chapter completed!