Cheng Xinghe suddenly became interested: "What, this is the success of the osmanthus tree in cultivating immortals?" ”

The daughter-in-law hurriedly shook her head and said no, this osmanthus temple is dedicated to the osmanthus Niangniang - the osmanthus Niangniang is kind-hearted and is a god of disease treatment and disaster relief.

Legend has it that on the night of August 14 of one year, a young and beautiful woman visited the local patriarch and asked the patriarch to mobilize the whole village to do three things: first, every household cut a handful of calamus from the ground and hung it on the door, second, give her a knife that had killed many live cows, and third, on the fifteenth day, do not go out.

The patriarch felt that this request was incredible, but he saw that this woman did not look like an ordinary person, so he agreed to the ghost's request.

When the day came, every household hung up the calamus, and hid behind the door, and saw the woman standing at the entrance of the village, and then, far away, there was a black mass of oppressive things on the opposite side.

When people saw what those things were, they were dumbfounded—they were a herd of green cows!

At that time, some people were unhappy, saying that this woman didn't let us out, did she want to swallow these cows alone?

A few greedy people wanted to go out and get a piece of the pie, so they secretly caught a few cows and entered the house.

As a result, the people were dumbfounded when they pulled the cows into the house, and they saw clearly that there was only one horn on the head of the cows.

According to local legend, a horned cow is made of evil creatures!

And those cows hit people directly and disappeared.

The other oxen rushed into the village, trying to open the door and enter the house, but they could see that the calamus hanging from every house could not enter at all, and the beautiful woman raised her cattle-killing knife, and chopped the one-horned oxen and screamed and rushed out of the village.

After the woman drove the cow, the villagers were about to thank her, only to find that the woman had also disappeared.

The people in the village were talking about it, and the wanderer who came back from the countryside came to report that there was a plague in the town next door, and that the epidemic had spread all the way from the north, and it was supposed that our village would also suffer.

But in the village, except for the few greedy cattle with high fever and rashes, most of them did not get the plague.

These people knew that the woman was not mortal.

Everyone immediately thanked the woman, thinking about thanking the woman, but the woman had disappeared and could not be found anywhere, at this time, the patriarch remembered and said that the woman had a goose-yellow osmanthus on her sideburns.

It was the season of the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

So the locals called the woman Osmanthus Niangniang, and set up an osmanthus temple for her locally, so many years, the incense is also quite prosperous, and since the establishment of this temple, there has not been a plague in the local area.

This season happens to be the season at the end of osmanthus flowers, and a lot of osmanthus trees are planted in the osmanthus temple, and the yard is full of incense.

After entering the temple and burning incense, we saw that the statue of a beautiful woman was indeed on the throne, and it was very beautiful.

And my daughter-in-law pointed me out, "Master, look, isn't that just something with horns?" ”

Looking at the position pointed out by my daughter-in-law, as I guessed, there were some statues there.

The statues are all kinds of plague ghosts driven by the osmanthus lady, and they all have a single horn on their heads.

Cheng Xinghe also saw it: "Oh,, Luo Fatzi's feelings are to offend the plague ghosts here, no wonder he has that kind of problem." ”

I can also see it clearly, the aura entangled in Luo Fatzi's house is exactly the same as that in this osmanthus temple.

The root cause was found, so I asked my daughter-in-law, "Then how did your father-in-law offend this pestilence?" ”

Cheng Xinghe interjected: "So greedy and cheap, shouldn't it be stealing things from other people's osmanthus temples?" You guys really did everything for a little profit. ”

If you offend ghosts and gods, retribution is naturally small.

Who knew that the daughter-in-law shook her head inexplicably: "I haven't offended!" My father-in-law was afraid that he would come here to spend incense money, so he never came once! ”

I was stunned, this is strange, then why was he poked by the plague ghost with a big stinky bubble?

The daughter-in-law was afraid that we would not believe us, so she pointed to the temple at the door, saying that he and her father-in-law were old acquaintances, and asked him if she didn't believe it.

Under the question, Miao Zhu shook his head again and again: "Just that thing that doesn't pull out a dime?" I also persuaded him to have an incense with the osmanthus lady and keep him safe, but he just didn't listen and didn't come once, this is stupid, right? It's all retribution. ”

I haven't heard of being hated by the gods without worshipping the temple, and the gods can eat incense, so it is impossible to be so careful.

I looked back at this osmanthus temple, and became more and more puzzled - I saw that the clue was broken again.

Cheng Xinghe slapped one hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Hey, Qixing, you and I have an idea, do you listen to it?" ”

I came interested: "Say." ”

Cheng Xinghe said proudly: "You go buy some black plums, black plums, white plums, green plums, the sour the better." ”

I frowned: "Are you pregnant?" ”

I also kind of understand, sour girl, this has to be a fat boy.

Cheng Xinghe gave me a head for a moment: "If you want to prepare, you will prepare, and then there will be a stack of gold and silver paper, and a handful of incense." ”

As soon as I heard the gold and silver paper and the incense, I knew what he was going to do.

He squeezed his eyes with me again: "Ready-made yin and yang people, don't use them in vain." ”

After doing so, we offered plums and burned paper behind the osmanthus temple, and sure enough, it didn't take long for a small whirlwind to try to explore.

This is called the worship of food and the summoning of spirits.

Some lonely ghosts are forgotten after death, and they can't eat incense and starve all the year round, and sometimes they are forced to crash into the night returnees and blackmail some of the flowers they eat.

The so-called tribute food, that is, when the offering is not named, the local lonely souls and wild ghosts can come to eat, in exchange, it eats your tribute food, you can also ask him a few questions.

This little whirlwind is the dead man who came to eat the food, and he doesn't seem to be very bold when he looks at it.

Dumb Balan was still there to observe why there were so many varieties of sour plums, and he was pushed to the whirlwind by Cheng Xinghe.

Dumb Balan staggered, stood up again, and looked at us differently - although he is usually dressed as a woman, he can be regarded as the kind of heroic type, and now, twisting and pinching shyly, he walked with willows, and even cocked two orchid fingers: "Uncle, what is the matter to ask the slave?" ”

As he spoke, he looked at the various sour plums on the plate, and his Adam's apple rolled and rolled, as if he was about to drool.

Cheng Xinghe waved his hand: "Eat." ”

When Dumb Balan heard this, he pounced on it, and devoured it, and his cheeks were sour.

Only then did I know that the dead woman tasted sour, so the sour plum had a fatal attraction to some dead women, and the female deceased was more well-informed than the male deceased.

Cheng Xinghe tilted his head proudly and motioned for me to speak, I coughed, and asked about Fat Luo.

"Dumb Balan" frowned while eating sour plums: "Which Luo is fat?" The gods around here, but the osmanthus lady is the most generous and gentle, and there is such a thing? ”

I immediately looked at Cheng Xinghe, don't play for nothing, right?

Cheng Xinghe was also a little embarrassed: "That's it...... It's the one who offended the osmanthus lady and was poked by the plague ghost of the osmanthus lady! ”

When the "dumb baran" heard this, he suddenly realized: "No wonder, it turned out to be that dead fat man!" If you want to talk about the dead fat man, the slave will know, oops, that dead fat man, but the osmanthus lady is miserable! This kind of punishment, according to the slave, is still too light. ”

I suddenly came to her senses and asked her to elaborate.

"Dumb Balan" sighed: "Uncle just go and ask that Luo fat man himself, ask him, what love things are mixed in the oil?" ”

Oil...... Ah, by the way, the daughter-in-law mentioned that Luo Fat Man got an oil press.

However, what does oil have to do with osmanthus Niangniang?

Before I could ask, "Dumb Balan" then chattered endlessly: "For that little thing, Osmanthus Niangniang is very injured, and now, there will be a big mess in the local area...... Not only that Luo Fat Man, but the whole city will be unlucky to follow that Luo Fat Man! ”

As she spoke, she grinned again: "I don't know, is there a good-looking man like the uncle, who came down to be a companion for the slave......"

Cheng Xinghe and I glanced at each other, what do you mean, in this city, there is going to be a disaster?