MTLNOVEL Chapter 579 Mountain Temple
Chapter 579 Mountain Temple
Chapter 579 Mountain Temple
Ahua waited at the entrance of the mountain temple for a long time, but didn't see Jiang You coming back.
I couldn't help but yawned and leaned lazily on the stone at the entrance of the mountain temple.
When she was still young, she was once taken into the mountain temple by some older children in the village.
That was her first time coming to the mountain temple.
The temple is small, not big, just like the thatched house at home.
There is nothing in the square and simple temple except a clay statue of a mountain god.
Leaky earth walls, leaky roofs, crumbling doors.
The dishes in front of the temple are always roasted chicken and suckling pig. Only the flowers next to them are real, because flowers can be seen everywhere in the mountains.
At that time, she didn't understand. People in the village said that the mountain god was the god of the entire Shiwanda Mountain. So why did the god live in a house that was worse than her own?
If the gods’ lives are so miserable, how can they protect us?
A few dolls who didn't know how high the sky was, broke the clay sculpture tribute to the mountain god, and urinated and mudded the mountain temple.
He also used purple-red berries to turn the mountain god’s face into a monkey’s butt.
The tribute flowers were inserted into the mountain god's nostrils. Because Ahua was too strong, she even pierced half of her nostrils.
When I went back that night, I didn’t know which of my friends had spilled the beans.
It was also that night that the girl, who had been praised by the entire village for her natural powers since she was a child, was severely beaten for the first time.
Among the other friends, there are A Dong, A Mu, and two others, totaling five.
After the old cripple came back from the mountain temple, her face looked terrifying like a legendary cannibal.
Five little children were kneeling in the middle of the village, being pressed down by their family members.
After the old cripple sang and recited a bunch of things she didn't understand at all, she gave an order.
The five little dolls knelt on the ground and put on shoes woven with thorn vines on their feet.
The shoes were full of large and small thorns, which hurt the soles of her feet as soon as she stood up. A-Hua still remembers that feeling, and the pain was excruciating as soon as her feet landed.
Walking in those shoes was torture.
Even though she cried loudly, it did not reduce the old cripple's anger at all.
They were punished for blaspheming the mountain god.
Wear shoes and clothes woven from thorns, use arm-thick thorn wood as a pole, use small wooden buckets to get the deepest water from the cold pool at the foot of Longshan Mountain, and use the water to wash the temple until every surface of the temple is covered with water. Every corner was cleaned.
A-hua was still very young at that time, and in her eyes, the cliffs of Longshan Mountain were so high that they seemed to be connected to hell, and she could not see the bottom at a glance.
There were thorns under their feet, and the thorns dug deeply into their flesh as soon as they landed.
What's more, we have to climb up and down the cliff to get water again and again. The wooden bucket is very small and can only take out about four or five kilograms of water at a time. There are also several small holes drilled in the bottom.
As I walked, water dripped onto the ground.
When they climb up the cliff, the water in the bucket is usually only half full, and when they reach the temple, only one third of the water is left in the bucket.
Fortunately, it was winter and it was too cold, so the pain in my feet was not too painful with some numbness.
In this way, the cliff was gradually marked by small footprints with blood stains.
There are more and more footprints, the days are getting longer, and it looks like a winding road from a distance.
The five friends gritted their teeth and cried while walking to the temple carrying water on their backs during the day. At night, they returned to Laoguai Po's place to get herbal medicine.
The old cripple pounded the herbs into a dark concoction and applied it to their feet, which caused severe pain in their already numb feet.
Ahua would often wake up in the middle of the night in pain, hugging her feet and crying, regretting that she peed on the mountain god's feet.
When it was most serious, Ahua could clearly see the hard bones between her bloody soles.
Abba said that pain is a good thing...
They carried the water like this for more than a month. The snow gradually melted and the weeds on the cliff sprouted new shoots...
Spring comes silently, but the hum of blooming vegetation can shock the entire mountain forest.
On their route from the edge of the cliff to the mountain temple, due to the daily watering of blood and water, the first flower bloomed at some point, and then more and more... Until one day, she realized it in hindsight. I discovered that the paths I often walk on are covered with flowers.
The road looked like a rainbow reflected in the water.
Like a ribbon connecting the village and the mountain temple.
The color on the mountain god's body was wiped clean, the dust and moss on the wall were cleaned away, the leaky hayloft was covered with new hay, and the soles of her feet were healed and rotten, and rotten and healed again.
The cliffs of Shangxialong Mountain were as deep as walking on flat ground from the beginning. After taking off their shoes made of thorns, they were able to climb even more powerfully than mountain monkeys...
One day, the old woman stood at the door of the mountain temple and said at the end of the path full of flowers.
"The mountain god gave you the Rainbow Bridge, and He has forgiven you."
Only then could Ahua put down the barrel on her back and the thorny shoes on her feet.
Thinking of this, she unconsciously touched her back. Her entire back and heels were covered with dense scars that had healed and then torn apart.
It was also from that time that she knew that blasphemy had a price.
God cannot speak, but someone can speak for Him.
"Ahua, Ahua!"
A voice woke her up from her memories. Ahua's eyes quickly regained clarity and she stood up straight.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Thinking of some things from my childhood, I have some feelings."
Jiang You nodded and was about to walk inside when he was suddenly held by Ahua's hand.
She hesitated for a moment, then followed her inner thoughts and explained to Jiang You.
"Lord Creditor, the Mountain Temple is very important to the entire Longshan Mountain. Laoguaipo and the others regard this place as more important than life, so...if you have any ideas, it's best to think twice before you act..."
Her expression was very serious.
Jiang You nodded, "I know it well."
After saying that, he raised his feet and pushed open the door of the mountain temple.
The so-called mountain temple is actually an adobe house with a thatched roof. The visual area of the entire house does not exceed twenty square meters.
In the center of the square yellow mud house is a dilapidated wooden door and a small round window on the right.
It seems that there is an indescribable weirdness in the simplicity.
Whose temple has round windows?
As soon as the door is opened, you can see inside at a glance.
There is a clay statue of a god sitting upright on the stone platform. Due to the age, the facial features have been blurred and can only be seen as a face.
Half of the nostrils of the statue are missing. The yolk of the face is a little red, the red is a little purple, and the purple is a little black.
It looks like a child's doodles that haven't been wiped clean.
There were very few things on the altar, including a clay sculpture of roasted chicken, a clay sculpture of roast suckling pig, and flowers covered with dew.
Jiang You's mouth twitched, "Don't you respect the mountain gods? Why are the tributes recycled?"
Ah Hua replied seriously.
"It has always been like this. The Mountain God does not eat the fireworks of the world. Chickens, ducks and fish are just a formality. He likes flowers, so we will send picked flowers to the Mountain God all year round.
The old cripple said that matter is form, and sincerity can be heard by spirits. "