Don't Build Earth Temples Haphazardly

I saw with my own eyes that when Bian Guoshun smashed the earth statue with his head, blood was seeping out from the base of the statue. In 1986, on the night when the Changhe Temple was being built together, the whole village heard a knock on the door—not with their hands, but with their heads. Li Duyan'er said that the temple had suppressed the Yinsha earth line, but no one believed it until the Bai family's son banged his head against the wall in the middle of the night, and Bian Guoshun was tied to a century-old willow tree and laughed wildly: "The earth lord eats people, so he has to sacrifice a living animal." Master Qian's ink strokes on the threshold of Bian's house were all broken. I squatted under the window sill and saw Bian Guoshun rushing towards the Tutu Temple. The moonlight illuminated the dense willow leaf-shaped corpse spots on his back neck. Black water mixed with incense ash was slowly flowing out of the eyes of the broken statue in the temple. The whole village had red strings stuffed into the cracks of their doors, but under the edge of my bed, there was still half a yellow talisman I picked up from the temple that day - on the back of the talisman paper, there were all the villagers' birth dates written in cinnabar by Li Duyan'er.