Chapter 35 Breaking the Temple and Solving the Problem
Chapter 35 Breaking down the temple to solve the problem
This time, the motorcade did not stop until dawn.
Now that we were not far from our destination, and we were not worried about being robbed by the government again, the leading general ordered us to bury the stove for cooking and rest for two hours before leaving.
After driving continuously for more than ten hours without eating or drinking, everyone was so depressed that they didn't even have the strength to walk. Some people even collapsed on the ground as soon as they got off the car.
There is a small temple not far from the official road. Song Liyun and the four of them did not stop eating for half the way. At this time, except for the sore waist and leg pain from sitting, they were in good spirits.
They didn't want to sit down and rest like other people, so when they saw a temple nearby, they happened to go there to take a look and move around as they pleased.
The small temple has only one main hall, which seems to have been prosperous in the past. The workmanship of the altar and pillars is very exquisite.
But now the roof has collapsed, the statues have been destroyed, and the incense is gone.
Song Liyun looked at only half of the clay sculpture left on the altar, and listened to Song Dekui's eloquent story about the statue.
"Look at the bulging bags under the Bodhisattva's feet. Hey! These are the gods in charge of our farming."
"What kind of gods are in charge of farming? Isn't that all the land master's business?" After hearing Song Dekui's story, other people resting outside the temple were also attracted.
Seeing that others were also interested, Song Dekui became even more proud and said: "The Lord of the Earth is just a sesame mung bean official, this god is a real god who can go to heaven, called "Budai Monk"!"
"Tch, I thought he was something special. He was just a monk!" Someone showed disdain.
The emperor of the Dawu Dynasty was a religious man, and his sister-in-law, the eldest princess, even led her to practice in the palace.
In order to cater to the emperor's wishes, the total number of large temples in various places was not more than 3,000 but also 800, and there were countless such wild temples.
There are many temples and many gods, all with their own origins.
Even the functions are different. They are in charge of heaven and earth, life and death, marriage and children. They all perform their own duties, which is very lively.
Song Dekui suddenly became angry when he saw that his blog posts were widely viewed and despised by others.
He knew that it was a bit tacky to say that a god was in charge of the land, but that everyone liked wealth.
So he said loudly: "What do you know? This cloth bag of monk Budai is a magic weapon and a blessing bag. You can put anything in it at will, even a thousand pieces of gold. Just touch it, and wealth will come naturally."
Sure enough, talking about wealth immediately attracted a few people to ask curious questions.
Song Dekui told the story of "Budai Monk".
The Budai monk is one of the tens of thousands of incarnations of the legendary Maitreya Buddha. He travels around with a Budai bag on his shoulder and enlightens the world with his Zen teachings.
Be kind and charitable, possess unique skills, eliminate violence and bring peace to all living beings, so that all sentient beings can escape suffering and gain happiness.
Budai monk was born in a farm family, and his specialty was rice transplanting. He even wrote poems:
Pinch the green seedlings with your hands to plant blessings. When you lower your head, you can see the sky in the water. Only when the six roots are pure can you become rice. Going back turns out to be going forward.
Therefore, it is not only merchants who pray for wealth, but also people in wilderness farms build temples to pray for good weather and good harvests.
Song Dekui had been hanging out with people in the town for many years, and he was very eloquent. By the time he finished telling the story in a cadence, dozens of people had gathered in the ruined temple, and even the escorting officers and soldiers were leaning in to listen.
Song Zhenping and Xiao An listened with rapt attention and looked at the dilapidated clay statue in awe.
Song Liyun was also looking at the clay statue, his eyes sparkling: Could it be that this monk is also a space superpower? Then there is a way to solve his secret.
After two days in Wu Dynasty, she had already seen that there were no mutated plants and animals, and people had no superpowers.
Your own storage space is not special in the apocalyptic wasteland.
If you change here, you must be an outlier, and there will definitely be no good results.
It's best to have a reasonable cover.
Now this statue gave her a chance.
After hearing that "Budai Monk" had such great abilities, especially that he had a treasure bag that could hold gold and silver, everyone began to kneel down and make wishes devoutly.
Dozens of people crowded into the small ruined temple.
Some want to make money, have a good harvest, some want marriage for their children, and want good health, all kinds of things are available.
Prayers kept coming and going, and the ruined temple suddenly turned into a noisy temple fair.
Song Liyun squeezed through the chaotic crowd to the statue, walked around the altar in front of everyone, and then returned to the Song Zhenping brothers.
Her movements were strange, and the two brothers kept their eyes on her, and now they were both staring at her hands.
They saw that Song Liyun "seemed" to have picked up something under the altar just now. It was bright and beautiful.
Song Liyun turned aside to block everyone's sight, winked at the two of them, shook his head to signal to stop talking, and then revealed a corner of the silver-white nano-protective suit fabric in his hand.
Song Zhenping touched it and asked, "What is this?"
Song Liyun quickly stuffed the palm-sized piece of fabric into his sleeve, and said "confused": "I don't know! It's such a smooth cloth, have you seen it before? Although this cloth is a bit small, it can be used for mending clothes in the future.
Worth it."
Song Zhenping shook his head: His world was only Xiaoshi Village, and the fabric he had seen was the silk worn by Shui Rong, but it was nowhere near as smooth as this. It would be a waste to pick it up and mend it.
Xiao An didn't speak, his eyes only moved between Song Liyun's cuffs and the clay statue of "Budai Monk" with a thoughtful expression.
Before Song Zhenping could ask again, Huotoujun was already outside knocking on the edge of the pot and shouting: "It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"
As soon as the words fell, the ruined temple fell silent for an instant. Those who had been kowtowing just now seemed to have been pinned down. In the blink of an eye, they no longer wanted any gods, and went straight to the cooking stove outside.
Song Zhenping hugged Xiao An tightly and stood at the base of the wall to avoid being stepped down.
Song Dekui spat out a mouthful of dust and cursed: "A starving ghost is reincarnated."
He scolded him so happily that he didn't even realize that he had eaten all the energy bars and was starving for several meals.
At this time, Song Liyun was in a good mood.
She patted the dust off her body and then looked at the few straw sandals scattered in front of her eyes. She couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled: "The sky is huge and the earth is big, and eating is the biggest thing."
It is better to ask God than to ask yourself.
No matter how devout you are in worshiping Buddha, it is not as practical as grabbing food with your own hands.
After all those people were holding bowls of porridge, Song Dekui got a small bowl of porridge from the gang leader and said to the three brothers and sisters: "There is only half a bowl left. Which one of you wants to drink porridge?"
They were all standing far away from each other when they were grabbing food. When everyone had eaten, there was only half a bowl of porridge left in the pot.
Song Liyun and Song Zhenping both looked at Xiao An. He was the youngest here and it was his turn to eat.
Xiao An touched his stomach, looked at the half bowl of porridge and shook his head for the first time: he was not hungry.
When the folks who had filled their stomachs started on the road again, and half a day later they stood in front of a boundary marker with the words "Broken Gold Town" written on them, all their fatigue turned into fear.
Some people yelled and turned around to run away, while others also retreated far away with fear on their faces, as if the monument was some kind of ominous thing.
Although the peasants on this road complained about being far away from home, they still reluctantly accepted the work in the winter for the sake of earning money.
But here, they really resisted, and some women even cried loudly without caring about their face.
"We agreed to build the border wall, but why did we come to Ruijin Town? How could we come here?" Song Dekui murmured in a low voice, his voice trembling.