Chapter 1: Ancient Well View under the South Mountain (1 / 2)

Below Zhongnan Mountain, in a deep depression, there is a small village that is destined to never even appear on the map of China.

The village was small, only palm-sized, with a handful of eighty-one families, one not more and one not less.

According to the village’s parchment genealogy, whose handwriting has been blurred, the history of the village’s existence can be traced back almost hundreds of years, and the village’s ancestors had already taken root in this mountain pass under Zhongnan Mountain during the Wanli reign of the Ming Dynasty, settling down until now.

The villagers are predominantly of the ancient surname, and the successive patriarchs and even the current village head are all of the ancient surname.

Over the centuries, the village has maintained eighty-one households, never more nor less than one, which is one of the village’s three village rules.

Three village rules, the first is that the village households must maintain eighty-one households, one more household will be kicked out one less household will have to give birth to me.

The second rule of the village, 81 ancestral houses can only be repaired and not demolished, that is to say, the village house from the completion of what is like, has to be kept in the original shape can not be moved, even if it is not able to live in the fall, but also in the original site of the re-construction of an identical house to.

While the first two village rules seem unsympathetic but acceptable, the third one is a bit outrageous.

Eighty-one villagers in the village, eternally have to provide for the Taoist priests in the village Taoist temple, can not be disobeyed, or expelled from the ancient family name of the original family.

The first two village rules are the same as those violated!

These three village rules have never been violated, although the passage of time for hundreds of years, now the villagers have long been unknown where the rules come from, but they all understand one thing, the villagers in the village seldom get sick and seldom attract disasters, basically every family life is peaceful, 81 households with 312 villagers, there are one hundred and nine over 100 years old, ninety years of life can still be in the agricultural work of the land, the sunrise into the day to come to rest, the only village with such a large number of people with a high life expectancy. More than two hundred miles in a radius, this village is the only one with so many high life expectancy, it is amazing.

On the contrary, those villagers who moved out of Kujing Village, despite the fact that none of their families suffered a great misfortune, did not live as long as so many in the village.

The village was called Gujing Village, and the Taoist temple that was dedicated was called Gujing Guan.

Gujing Guan is built on a small hill in the middle of Gujing Village, while the eighty-one ancestral houses of the Gu surname are arranged in a staggered manner around Gujing Village.

If someone can look down from a high altitude, will find an amazing scene, that eighty-one houses arranged in an incredible way with the gossip arrangement is not bad at all, and the Taoist temple is just in the eye of the array in the trigrams.

Unfortunately, from ancient times to the present day no one has come to Zhongnan Mountain on the high altitude to find this scene, in fact, even if someone even if the plane to fly to the upper direction to look down will only find that the village of Gujing and Gujing Guan’s above always shrouded in a white white fog, the village can not see, the Taoist temple will not be the same to be seen.

Gujing Village is small and Gujing Guan is even smaller, not only small but also dilapidated.

The age of the Taoist temple is very long, and the village of Gujing built at the same time, hundreds of years past the Taoist temple has not been repaired, the vermilion courtyard wall has collapsed, the two gates askew on the side, the courtyard paved with floor tiles are also cracked, the temple’s hall is even more dilapidated.

This seems to be a Taoist temple without incense.

In fact, this Taoist temple really does not have much incense, hundreds of years few people into the ancient wells view, even if it is the local villagers will not just step into, every big event, only the patriarch or the village head will enter the Taoist temple, weekdays, the view rarely appear in the shadow of the people.

Because of Kujikan, there are only three and a half people.

A scruffy old man perennially hunkered down under the old acacia tree in the courtyard of the Taoist temple, dozing off and wearing a Taoist robe.

Three Qing Hall in front of the statue of the Three Qing sits a hold full of rusty iron sword of the middle-aged man, all day long silent.

There was also a young man in his twenties who spent his days nestled inside the Taoist temple’s scripture pavilion seldom stepping out.

As for the half, it was the Eldest Senior Brother who had stepped out of Gu Jing Guan eight years ago and never returned.

…… The sun sets in the west, and the night falls on the end of the mountain!

Most of the people in the village of Gujing have begun to build a fire to cook, a few moments later, the thirty-ninth family out of a middle-aged woman carrying a wooden bucket to the home of the hill behind the Taoist temple, the woman came to the door of the Taoist temple in front of the hands of the barrel in the middle of the dilapidated door, and then respectfully towards the temple bent down and bowed a salute but did not look inward to a glance and turned around and left.

This is a centuries-old rule in Gujing Village, where every day three meals are delivered to the front door of Gujing Guan by a family.

The old acacia tree under the scruffy old Taoist opened his cloudy eyes, slowly stood up and walked to the door to pick up the barrel and then back under the acacia tree, this time the middle-aged man holding the iron sword in the main hall also slowly walked over, the view of the back via the attic in the youth is the last to come over, the three sat cross-legged under the tree to open the barrel, which was just made of rice and three home-cooked dishes, the old Taoist, the middle-aged, the young man picked up chopsticks and began to eat. The old Taoist, the middle-aged, and the youth each picked up chopsticks and began to eat.

Eating scene is very strange, the three from beginning to end did not talk to a word, only chewing the rice of the slight sound, these three people eat surprisingly slow, each mouthful of rice into the mouth will not be no less than thirty-six chewing and slow and incomparably, so a very ordinary dinner they froze to eat nearly a bell.

After the meal, the three people put down the chopsticks in unison, the scruffy old Taoist right hand index finger and middle finger suddenly without warning trembled twice in the air, he frowned, and then took out three copper coins from the Taoist robes and casually weighed them in his hand for a few moments and then threw them on the empty space in front of him.

The scruffy old Taoist and the youth looked at the copper coins on the ground at the same time, the youth’s expression was stunned with an odd expression, and the old Taoist looked up to the northwest of the Taoist temple in silence.