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If you come across this kind of small temple made of stone in the wild, you must restrain your curiosity and walk as far away as possible. Because this kind of small temple has not been worshipped for a long time, the guardian god originally stationed inside will leave. In this way, the idle temple will become a no-man's land. It is very likely that unclean things live in it. If you accidentally provoke them, the consequences will be disastrous. This incident is my personal experience when I was a child. At that time, I had two very good playmates, one named Wu Qiang and the other named Li Zhongping. At that time, there were basically no entertainment projects in the countryside, and the hillside woods became our playground. I remember that after school one time, the three of us ran like crazy to the hill at the west end of the village to play. When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, we found a very strange little house in the weeds. The house was less than 1 meter high, which was different from the land temples we usually see. At that time, we were still the kind of naughty kids who were not afraid of anything. Li Zhongping suggested that we all tear down the little house to see what was inside. As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the small house. I didn't really want to go there, because I often heard adults say that the small houses in the wasteland were wild temples and were not allowed to be touched. But in order not to be called cowards by them, the three of us took turns kicking the small house over with our feet. In a blink of an eye, the small house was completely destroyed by our tossing. At first, we didn't take it seriously. After destroying it, we played until the evening before going home. But we didn't expect that something would happen that night. Li Zhongping was bitten to death by the big yellow dog that his family had raised for three years. According to Li Zhongping's parents, the big yellow dog in his family was very close to Li Zhongping. For some reason, it suddenly bit him like crazy that day. When everyone beat the dog to death and rescued Li Zhongping, he was already covered with wounds and had stopped breathing. It was the next day when I heard the news. I hurried to his house and saw the horrible wounds on his body.
I knew that this incident might be related to the small temple we destroyed that day. I found Wu Qiang and told him my guess, and he also thought it made sense, because we all knew that the honest big yellow dog would not bite anyone casually, let alone Li Zhongping. In the following days, Wu Qiang and I were always worried, fearing that this bad luck would befall us one day, and what was terrible would come. On the 7th night after Li Zhongping died, Wu Qiang's parents ran to my house and said that Wu Qiang was missing. His parents mobilized the whole village to search the whole village, but after a few days, there was no trace of him alive or dead. At that time, I was really scared, because I didn't know if it would be my turn next. I knew that this matter could not be concealed any longer, so I told my family what the three of us did that day. When my grandfather heard that the three of us destroyed a wild temple, his face changed on the spot and he scolded me. But no matter how much he scolded, he still had to find a way to save my life. I don't know where my grandfather got the solution. He tied a red cloth strip with my name on it to a century-old elm tree in the east of the village, and also tied another strip on my wrist, telling me not to take it off before I turned 25. My grandfather told me that this would mean that I accepted the old elm tree as my godmother, and that it could help me ward off Disaster. Since then, I have kowtowed and burned paper under the old elm tree every year. Now 20 years have passed, and I still have that red cloth strip on my hand. So, for many things, it is better to believe that they exist than to believe that they do not exist.
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