It is believed that many people do not recognize the existence of such a spiritual thing as Rui Beast. These spiritual things can only survive in TV series, movies, and fantasy novels. Often a sentence that has never been seen before denies its existence. Have you seen the wife signal? You use it every day, but haven’t you seen it? Then why don’t you say that wife does not exist? You don’t have to bite to death and say it doesn’t exist, in case you run into it someday.
My grandfather told me one thing that happened when he was a child. It was before liberation. There was a dilapidated small temple south of the village head. No one knows when it was built. It was said that it was left by the ancestors and enshrined a muddy statue of the god of the river. The appearance is similar to that of a large tortoise, with its head, body and tail. The farmers usually don’t burn incense, they just catch up with the river to drown cattle and sheep. The village chief will come forward to organize villagers to worship. Not to mention, after the worship, the river will always be peaceful for several years. Another characteristic of this river is that it does not accept people. No one has ever drowned in this river. The big guys say it is protected by the river god.
That summer, there were some droughts in North China. Unfortunately, our village is the most severe drought area. The crops are all dying of drought, and nothing will fall this year. The situation is turbulent again, and no one cares about the lives of the people.
After discussing with a few big households in the village, the village chief decided to go outside and invite a few Taoist masters to come back and ask for rain. With enough money, let a few young guys go to the sunset view outside Xishan to invite the Taoist leader.
Just when the last old well in the village was about to dry up, a Taoist chief was finally invited back. After seeing the situation in the village, the Taoist leader immediately decided to ask for rain at night, and he couldn’t delay any longer. It is estimated that many people would die of thirst after a few days of delay.
One application tool was prepared that night, and seven boys were found in the village to protect the law. The ceremony was started on the square where the crops were dried in the village. My grandfather is one of those seven boys. It is said that he did not know anything as soon as he crossed his legs on the ground as the old Taoist said.
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The onlookers next to him saw an old Taoist man holding an arrow in his hand and reciting the mantra, and no one understood what he was saying. It’s strange to say that the sky that was still moonlight and starry just now suddenly seemed to be blocked by a large black cloth. It can really be described with invisible fingers.
Then came the rumbling sound of thunder in the sky. This time, the villagers’ sorrow was broken, and the crops were saved.
The long-term leader is still stalking his feet and waving his arrows, as if he is directing a group of invisible people to move. Suddenly, the old Taoist stopped and yelled: “Each” just fell, there was a click in the sky, and a thunder exploded. Immediately after the big raindrops began to fall, everyone cheered.
Amidst the cheers, the old Daoist’s originally smiling face slowly became serious, and his gesture made everyone quiet. After everyone was quiet, a long roar mixed with the sound of thunder reached everyone’s ears.
The voice seemed to come from a small temple, said an epic. The Taoist chief and the village chief said a few words in a low voice, and the village chief told everyone to leave and all went home. But none of them left, they all clamored to see what it was, so they could call it.
The Taoist leader glanced at everyone and said, “Presumably it is also a fate. Then everyone will follow the poor Tao and go together, and trouble the village chief to lead the way.”
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When I arrived at the small temple, I saw the roof of the small temple collapsed, and the rain continued to wash away the mud tires of the gods. I saw that the gods had become thinner than before. The Taoist commander told everyone to hide far away, and one person approached the god statue and scraped the dirt on the god statue with the magic sword he was wearing.
In a moment of effort, a strong light flashed from the small temple, and a huge dragon roar resounded through the sky, abruptly overwhelming the sound of thunder. A creature with a dragon head, a turtle body, and a dragon tail flew out of the small temple and went straight into the sky.
This frightened the villagers, and one by one Sa Yazi ran home. No one cares about that long life. The divine fetish hovered vigorously in the air, screaming at the air.
The thunders struck the divine object directly like eyes.
My grandfather said that the whole village could hear the cry of the god that night, sometimes it was a miserable grunt, sometimes it was a roar. Finally, with a thunder that shocked the world, the cry of the gods disappeared.
In the early morning of the next day, the courageous villagers ran to the small temple and found the Taoist leader, who was already sitting on the ground, who had already become an immortal. No one knows what happened this night.
Taoist Temple received the news that someone moved the body of the Taoist leader without any trouble to the villagers. About a few days later, the whole village had a dream. There were two people in the dream, one with horns on his head and wearing golden clothes. The other person is the dead Taoist leader. These two people thanked the villagers in their dreams. It turned out that the six sons of the dragon in the small temple were named Ba Xia, also known as Bì xì. They followed a monk to practice Buddhism during the Song Dynasty. After the eminent monk passed away, it went to the river south of the village and continued to meditate. That day was the calamity of oneself to overcome the catastrophe and transform the dragon. Fortunately, that long path, at the last critical moment, worked his life’s cultivation base to help him successfully overcome the catastrophe, and transformed into eight dragons. Although the Daoist had died physically, he was also successfully ranked in the immortal class by taking advantage of his merits. So today, I gave the villagers a dream.
This is the end of the story.The temple still exists, and the statues inside are also made of bronze. There are only two, one is the eight dragons and the other is the immortal long.