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Why did ancient people often say, "It's better to spend the night in a desolate grave than in a dilapidated temple"?
It is said that dilapidated temples, due to years of neglect and lack of offerings, accumulate negative energy, making them susceptible to malevolent spirits. As a result, strange occurrences are likely to happen at night.
This incident happened to my Uncle Li Zongping, who was a carpenter.
Back then, furniture was handcrafted. Whenever someone needed work done, he would take his tools and go to their home.
Uncle's skills were exceptional; every piece of furniture he made was of high quality. However, the conditions were poor at that time. He relied on a cart to carry his tools and would also bring along bedding since he often had to stay overnight in distant places.
One time, after finishing a job, Uncle was heading back with his cart when it had already turned dark. He was hurrying because it wasn't safe at night with wolves around.
The more he rushed, the more problems he encountered. While crossing a hill, one of the cart's tires got punctured.
Uncle went to check and found a bone shard stuck in the tire. He didn't know what kind of bone it was or how it ended up there.
This wasn't the first time Uncle had faced such an issue; he had tools for repairs. However, fixing it took until deep into the night, and the wolves in the forest kept howling. Uncle thought it would be best to find a place to rest for a while and fix the tire later.
Not far away, he spotted a temple. He didn't know what deity was worshipped there, but it looked abandoned at first glance.
Uncle parked the cart outside and carried his tools and bedding into the temple. The statue inside was on the verge of collapse, making its face unrecognizable.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the doors and windows were broken and that wind was blowing through the gaps.
Uncle thought that since it was a temple, there were wooden boards and planks in the box, so he took them out and repaired the old door a bit.
It may not have looked brand new, but it was sturdy.
After chewing on some dry rations, Uncle lay down to sleep right there.
In the desolate mountains, it would be a lie to say he wasn't scared; to bolster his courage, he didn't even dare to extinguish the candle.
In the middle of the night, he felt particularly cold and groggily noticed that the flame of the candle looked strange, glowing with a green light.
At that moment, a loud banging sound suddenly came from outside the door.
Uncle had bolted the door while sleeping; who would come here at this hour?
He called out, "Who is it?" but received no response.
Immediately after, both the door and window were slammed against with a loud noise.
A claw reached through the window gap, waving around, which frightened Uncle so much that he leaned back against the wall and couldn't move for a long time.
Outside, he couldn't tell what kind of creature it was; by all accounts, there were at least dozens of them.
After calming himself for a moment, Uncle realized he couldn't just sit and wait. He opened the toolbox again and took out an axe.
A claw reached the threshold, and it stepped forward. With one swing of an axe, there was a "thud" as the severed claw fell to the ground, without a drop of blood.
Several claws grabbed Uncle, who struggled to break free and then, with his eyes closed, began to slash wildly.
He chopped off many claws but still dared not look to the left or right.
He kept chopping for half the night until morning light streamed in, and those claws finally disappeared.
At that moment, Uncle was exhausted and collapsed onto the ground.
When he woke up, it was already noon. He propped himself up, sniffed around, and found no claws, only a pile of broken coffin boards scattered on the ground.
He listened carefully and heard no noise outside, so he cautiously opened the door to step out.
Upon stepping outside, he saw a large coffin board lying there, marked all over with axe cuts.
What Uncle had seen that night was indeed the coffin board.
Not daring to linger there any longer, he quickly packed his things and descended the mountain.
From that day on, Uncle never dared to sleep in a dilapidated temple again, even if it meant traveling in the dark.
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