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Chapter 78 The Story of Qing Yan, Illusion

A few minutes later, Zongze had already read the inscription.

The story of Qingmaimao can be traced back more than 400 years.

Among them, a section of "Tongzhou Zhi" is selected.

In the tenth year of Wanli, the tide surged, flooding Fengli and other fields, and drowned more than 2600 people.

This record describes the time when Tongzhou was hit by tides and floods.

And Ms. Qing was a well-known benevolent person in the year of the catastrophe.

According to folklore, she can overturn the clouds and rain, calm the tide temporarily, and save many lives.

From the Yellow Sea to the Yangtze River, many fishermen have also received their favor.

The image of the young lady is always a dignified woman in Tsing Yi, and she is not young, so she is called a "lady".

Legend has it that she was the wife of the county magistrate of Pangrubai in Tongzhou at that time.

There are also legends that it is a green snake who has been taught by eminent monks. Seeing that the flood in Tongzhou has disappeared, it came here to save the disaster and save the world and accumulate merit.

Later generations were grateful for the kindness of Miss Qing, so they built temples in Tongzhou and offered incense to show their gratitude.

However, more than 400 years have passed, and there are only two Qingmao temples left.

One is here, and the other is in Rubai County.

"Did you know the Green Snake?"

When Zong Ze saw it, the first thing that came to his mind was "Legend of the White Snake".

However, this stele was set up by the Cultural Bureau, so it is absolutely impossible to just talk about it.

Xia Kingdom has a vast territory and profound historical and cultural heritage. County annals and government annals from all over the country have recorded such mysterious events.

For those great benevolent people, they are often deified and beautified under the praises of the common people, creating various places that are different from ordinary people.

But ever since Zongze knew that there were monks in this world, looking at this record now, he is more inclined to the legend.

This "Green Lady" is either really a great monster who has accumulated merits after attaining Taoism, or she is a monk who is good at controlling water, so she can calm the tide and overturn the clouds and rains!

"It's interesting!"

Zong Ze discovered that combining these local myths and legends with the information he knew made the myths convincing!

"You have to go in and have a look."

"Turn in."

There are not many pedestrians on this street, and the courtyard wall of the temple is not high, only about [-] meters, so it is not difficult to climb in.

However, there is a sky-eye security monitoring pole on the side of the street of Qinglaomai Temple, and it may not be good to turn it in directly.

But if you don't go in, it can't be regarded as a [scene], here belongs to the [small map] in the game.

Thinking of this, he went back to the courtyard door, raised his hand and knocked lightly.

I don't know if anyone is in the temple.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Dong dong..."

After knocking several times in succession, there was a response from the courtyard.

"coming."

The voice should be that of an old man.

"Whoa..."

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the knocking sound of keys and the crisp sound of unlocking, the courtyard door slowly opened.

An old man in a velvet cap and a black vest looked at them indifferently.

The old man first looked at Zong Ze, then at Mo Ke behind him, and said in a thick voice.

"Ms. Qing can't protect the marriage, you should go to Guangjiao Temple."

The old man said preconceivedly that he would close the door if he took a step back.

It seems that they don't want anyone to come to pray and offer incense.

Zong Ze raised his hand and reached into the door.

"Grandpa, don't worry."

"We came here after reading the legend of Miss Qing."

"Please let us in."

He put his arm against the door and gave a reason.

Hearing what he said, the old man looked up at the bright weather, and finally took a few steps back.

Zong Ze pushed open the courtyard door and walked in with Mo Ke.

The old man didn't say much, he went to a side room like a duty room and took out six sticks of incense, three sticks per stick, and handed them to Zong Ze and Mo Ke.

Mo Ke didn't pick it up, but Zong Ze didn't pay much attention, so he reached out and took it.

Practice against the sky all the way, worshiping parents, benefactors, and master.

"She doesn't pray, I pray alone."

Seeing this, Zong Ze explained, and the old man took back the remaining three sticks of incense silently without saying a word.

"how much is it?"

He asked again.

When I was a child, I went to burn incense with my parents, and they always paid for the incense money.

But the old man waved his hand.

"Ms. Qing's temple does not have this rule."

"Young man, go quickly."

"This is a cultural preservation unit, and it has rarely been opened to people in recent years."

"Since you came here on purpose, I will make an exception."

This time the old man said a few more words, and took out a box of "Double Happiness" matches from his pocket.

Cut one and burn incense for Zongze.

After finishing the work, the old man closed the courtyard door and re-entered the duty room.

Mo Ke held the little milk dog in his arms, stood sideways, and looked at the situation of the temple.

After the incense was lit, Zongze held the incense in both hands and pushed open the door of the main hall of the temple.

As the door was pushed open, the dust on the ground was raised, which was very obvious under the sunlight.

The temple here is not big. In the center is a clay statue of a woman in Tsing Yi. The paint has faded, and it has a history of at least 20 years.

In front of the statue is a large copper-colored vat, which is full of incense ash and incense stubble.

There are incense tripods in the Buddhist temple, and there is obviously not so much attention here.

After Zong Ze glanced at the statue, he raised his hand and bowed three times behind his back with incense sticks, and inserted three sticks of incense into the copper vat.

In any case, it's always okay to say goodbye.

After paying his respects, he looked at the statue of Mrs. Tsing Yi again. The faded clay face seemed to have a strange charm, and Zongze couldn't help but want to take a closer look.

Every charm is not a fascination, but an instinctive curiosity.

Suddenly, Zong Ze's vision blurred, and when it became clear again, the clay statue was gone, replaced by a living beautiful woman in Tsing Yi, who looked about 30 years old.

She has a beautiful appearance and a graceful figure. The only discordant part is her lower body, which is actually a blue snake body, and the tail of the snake is almost at the same level as her head.

"Illusion?"

Zong Ze was puzzled, but at this time the woman in Tsing Yi clasped her hands on her left waist and bowed her knees to salute.

"My lord, help me..."

The woman in Tsing Yi's voice was very gentle, but she was interrupted before she finished speaking.

Zong Ze's vision was blurred again, and he felt a warm current coming from his shoulder. When he looked back, Mo Ke came in at some point. Her right hand was resting on his shoulder, with a faint white glow.

"The tactic of clearing the heart is effective."

"It shows that this illusion is not clever."

Mo Ke looked at the clay sculpture and whispered to himself.

Zong Ze knew in an instant that the appearance of the woman in Tsing Yi just now was indeed an illusion.

And this illusion is very targeted, it is obviously aimed at me!

As for Mo Ke, she should have noticed something first!
(End of this chapter)