Walking alone in the Central Plains (5) Zhou Wenwang, Bali

June 20 13, I was lucky enough to carry a backpack and spent 10 days wandering in Shanxi, Henan. Write down the lines along the way, write down the following words and send them to everyone to share.

June 9? Anyang Tangyin Youli

I'm afraid Zhou Wenwang in Joeri is the least worthwhile part of this trip. It's all new. It's timely.

Nature is too long. If you want to leave something real from now on, I'm afraid it's priceless and won't be left here at will. Besides, that place happens to be King Wen's prison. Of course, he was not King Wen at that time, but Ji Chang, so it was just a place of shame and sorrow. If there were prison facilities at that time, I'm afraid it would be burned if I became the queen of Wen. It's strange that it's not new now.

I think two historic sites seem mottled. When they are old things, they only belong to the Qing Dynasty at first glance. Anyway, it is serious to be a historical tourist attraction and earn some money from elegant people who love to visit historical sites. Or get some game facilities, such as a maze made of cement, so that tourists feel trapped in a puzzle, which is also a win. The purpose of the natural designer is very clear, that is, to add fun to the amusement, so a pavilion is elevated in the center, and the companions who have not entered the maze can stand on the highland to command, which fully embodies the concept that the authorities are fascinated by the beholder. I also walked half a circle before I got to the second array. I was pointed from a height by a kind person, and then I returned to the original point three times and two times, and then I never walked again.

I'm afraid that the maze, the eight diagrams, the arrest of the king of letters and the performance of Zhouyi in those days were just the natural philosophy of combining yin and yang, and now they have all become the consumption of Zhouyi. I don't know if the Prime Minister's Temple in Chengdu has also set up this maze for everyone to take a walk and have some fun.

The road on the right side of the gate of Youli City leads directly to the main road, but this road is full of potholes and muddy garbage. There are wheat fields and vegetable fields in the fields on both sides of the road, which seems to have been planted by local aborigines who were not demolished by King Wen. They now have a job besides farming, which is fortune telling and geomantic omen. There are such facades everywhere on both sides of the road, proclaiming their own magic. I don't know how Wang Wen will feel if he is really in prison. Ironically, a good Book of Changes has become something to look at the Yin and Yang of Feng Shui, and the shops in Wangwen Temple also sell these.

Out of the maze, I saw a Taigong Temple that I had never been to, so I turned around. A lady at the door enthusiastically explained it to me for free. I didn't finish the three sentences, so I burned incense for free and prayed. I also kissed a candle and handed a column of incense, saying that there was a person over there who taught me how to pray for free. I couldn't resist the fragrance, so I accepted a series of personal and free services. After the service, the person who taught me to pray for wealth and peace asked me to put the money in the merit box. 5 yuan can pay 10 yuan. The way he stared at me was so free and personal. I looked around except for them. There were no idlers in the yard, at the door and outside. I had to open my wallet myself under their free and serious eyes. Without 5 yuan, it is 10 yuan. He personally handed me a small red cloth bag, one inch square, and told me to go aside and let him put a symbol in it for me for free to ensure that I would be safe. The man was wearing a monk's work clothes. When he saw me in the past, he reluctantly stopped playing with his mobile phone, raised his hand with a bright watch and stared at me with big eyes. He asked me to write my name and date of birth on the back of a piece of red paper with patterns I couldn't understand. I wrote my last name and date of birth, but I didn't write it down again. He was very dissatisfied and asked me to write it all. Look, I didn't mean to write it down. He said he wouldn't want to, so I didn't force it. He folded the paper into small particles and stuffed it in a small red bag, instructing me to hang it on the flank at the foot of the god of wealth. When I went in, I saw that the woman who gave me two and a half sentences for free when she entered the door had turned here and was explaining it to several men and women, instructing them to ask for the symbol to hang on the god of wealth later. However, there are not only gods of wealth, but also riders who seem to follow King Wu to conquer the world. Is he a god, too? Oh, I see. The old man in Jiang Taigong deified them all. There are also four kings in a row. Naturally, although they glare, there are few red envelopes under their feet. So to be fair, I tied it under the Four Kings? It is said that your role is to maintain world peace, which is more important than giving me money and stronger than anything else. Of course, it is best to ensure the safety of my trip.

Out of this door, it is convenient to see the tomb of Boyikao in the corner. This is a poor boy, so poor that he bought his father's temporary peace and his brother's achievements with his young life, and he just spit out some broken meat from his father's mouth to build this grave.

Out of the Wangwen Temple, we still went to the festering Wangwen Road. Crops on both sides, golden wheat fields, green grapes and corn are beautiful, the real beauty of man-made and nature. There happened to be a kindergarten by the roadside, and those children danced under the guidance of the teacher. It's so cute, so cute.