The story of Linshui's wife Chen Jinggu has been circulating in Fujian for a long time.
She once went to Lu Mountain to study Dharma, killed white snakes, trapped ghosts as the mayor of the town, prayed for rain to save the people, and finally died to become a god. The old man said that she had collected many evil spirits, some were killed, some were suppressed, and some were never mentioned again.
The people there worship water milk, but they are also afraid of water milk.
It's not the gods you're afraid of.
What I am afraid of is what the gods have once suppressed.
Many years later, in an old village on the southern coast, an old man passed away and the ancestral house reopened. Old boxes, incense ashes, ancestral tablets, and rooms that no one dared to live in were dug out one by one. The three sticks of incense in front of the hall were bending in the wind. The expression of the old man in the village changed drastically, and he only asked:
"Did your family ever touch anything that shouldn't have been touched before?"
I thought those were just old sayings about old people scaring children.
It wasn't until that night that I realized that the so-called myth was not over.
The things that Chen Jinggu suppressed back then are waking up little by little.
As soon as the incense faded, the old demon turned around.
When people forget the rules, things outside the door will come in
Purpose: This is a novel written by me to promote my hometown. I hope everyone will like it.