Chapter 42: Worshiping God and Sending Dreams to the Temple
These words came quite suddenly. Chen Cuo was a little surprised, but he still nodded truthfully.
"That's right," he didn't mean to hide anything, he said frankly: "I didn't learn it in vain," he pointed to the book, "I also know some incense techniques. Brother Zhu studied under the Temple Dragon King..."
"Fellow Taoist!" Xiaozhu stressed, "Old Long is my fellow Taoist. Although he took advantage of this, after all, I am not an ordinary person. If I hadn't seen him miserable..." Afterwards, it
The voice gradually became deeper.
Chen Cuo understood it and said: "You two relied on the temples in the world to establish their religion. Without the temple, there will be no place for believers to worship. They can only run around looking for incense to devour, which is inevitably a bit inconvenient."
"I heard that you are willing to build a temple and make clay bodies for us?" Xiaozhu suddenly became excited.
Chen Cuo nodded and said bluntly: "My family has some money, but sacrifice is a major matter for the country. Building one's own house is an obscene sacrifice. Therefore, you cannot build a temple, and you can only place a memorial tablet at home."
"That's enough!" Xiaozhu nodded, "We are not picky eaters!" He then added, "However, I can also hear that you are a noble person. When you become a high official in the future, you will have hundreds of people under you.
, remember to help us build a big temple!"
"You just have a title but no power, what kind of noble person do you think you are?" Chen Cuo shook his head, "Besides, once you have the power in your hands, what's the point of drinking a cup of loess sooner or later? It's better to seek immortality and ask for a long life.
Therefore, I am afraid that this temple may not be built in a while, so I dare not commit to it.”
"Hmph! You are sincere." The little pig snorted.
Chen Cuo laughed and said: "I am a county magistrate after all. I dare not say anything in the future. For now, it is not a problem for Brother Pig and Brother Turtle to make soup every day and eat chicken and sheep."
"What's the appeal of mere words? If you hadn't asked someone to bring it to you, I wouldn't have touched it! It's more like building a temple for us and erecting clay sculptures," the little pig snorted twice, then asked: "
But you want to know now?"
Of course Chen Cuo would not refuse.
At this time, the little turtle made a sound of "chichichigugu".
"I'm such a person, naturally I won't plot against him! What's there to plot against him! Hmm!" The little white pig immediately shook his head like a rattle, and then whispered, "Besides, it is also His wish to preach to others.
One is a transmission, and two transmissions are also transmissions, and whether it can be successful depends on the person himself, not on us."
"Chi chi chi chi..." the little turtle chirped several more times.
Xiaozhu nodded, glanced at Chen Cuo, flicked his head and said, "Go and sit down on the bed."
Chen Cuo flicked his sleeves, jumped up, and sat down straight away.
Xiaozhu was a little surprised: "It's better for you to be straightforward and not afraid that I really have any bad intentions."
"Since I said to set up a sign, I naturally do what I say and treat each other with sincerity, so why are I worried?" Chen Cuo's smile did not change, "Besides, I also have some methods in my hand, and I planned to refer to each other."
"Hmph! You guys have so many things in your mind!" Xiaozhu said, coming to the bed, "I have learned the method of contemplating and establishing gods without a teacher, and it is almost a gift from heaven. You have such a talent.
It is incomparable. If you just use your mouth to say it, how can you explain it clearly? Why don't I bow to you and place my thoughts and incense on it, and you will understand."
"Is there such an operation?" Chen Cuo's eyes lit up, and he handed Xiaozhu his hand, "Well, Brother Zhu is here to help."
The little pig twitched his lips, sighed reluctantly, then leaned on the ground and began to grunt.
This situation is really weird. If someone like Chen Hai came in at this moment, he would probably panic on the spot, but Chen Cuo found it quite interesting. He was about to ask a few more questions, but then his heart was shocked, and then he felt dizzy.
Getting tired.
In a blur, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed!
A gurgling stream appeared in front of us, flowing into the distance, and then there was a rain of blood dripping down, and a huge dragon head fell to the ground!
The old words linger in my ears.
"When I was young, this temple was very prosperous, and people prayed to the Dragon King of the River to pray for a peaceful and abundant harvest. But in the end, the Dragon King violated the rules of heaven and went to the Dragon Cutting Platform. From then on, the river has no trace.
No one cares about it anymore, no gods will come to this temple anymore, it’s useless, it’s all useless.”
Chen Cuo heard this and looked around -
Stream water, cobweb dust.
This is a dilapidated Dragon King Temple by the river.
Deep in the temple, behind the table, stands a clay statue.
Due to the age, this clay statue has become dilapidated, with cracks all over it, the original paint has peeled off, and its face is even less clear. Only the remains of the dragon's horns can be seen on its head.
He stood in the temple and looked at the scene, and he couldn't help but feel a bit sad.
"This is not my feeling, it comes from outside and seeps into my heart."
With just a thought, he could figure out some of the reasons.
"It's quite close to what happened with Chen Fangqing. If I hadn't been awakened by that ghost face, I might not be able to distinguish between internal and external thoughts clearly at this moment..."
Similarly, Mengze's experience also made Chen Cuo understand that he was not really here at this time, but just stepped into an illusion.
Suddenly, someone's voice came.
Chen Cuo turned around to look, and saw a blur of figures coming and going, unable to see clearly.
With a thought in his heart, he suddenly visualized the purple face in his mind. Sure enough, the figure became much clearer, and then many scenes flashed in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern -
There are many settlements of mountain people in the mountains and forests. When fishing, hunting and water hunting, mountain people often enter the temple. After staying overnight, they will also take advantage of the opportunity to worship the clay statues;
There are also hunters from outside the forest passing by here, taking their prey and lighting it in the house to roast it. After a good meal, they will also offer one or two blood meals as an offering;
Suddenly, his heart moved, and he turned around to look at the dilapidated clay statue. He saw that the face of the clay statue was blurry, but its eyes gradually became clearer, and it faintly looked towards him.
So Chen Cuo took advantage of the situation and bowed.
"Fellow Taoist, please." A voice sounded in his ear.
Chen Cuo's heart skipped a beat, and when he looked again, there was already a blurry figure beside him, faintly emitting golden light, but there was only an outline, but it was a mess inside.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Cuo suppressed the confusion and surprise in his heart, cupped his hands and said, "I have met fellow Taoist." He could certainly feel that there was no evil intention in this figure.
The blurry figure smiled and said: "There is no need to be so polite. I have died. Now it is just a ray of thought. It is the thoughts of the two little friends. It is their intention to meet you here."
"Fellow Taoist, you..." Chen Cuo was about to ask again.
The vague figure waved his hand and pointed outside the temple.
"Everyone get in!"
However, a dozen men and women in ragged clothes were pushed in, followed by three soldiers holding swords, all with blurred faces.
