I walked into the legendary Xiliang Kingdom full of hope, but as a result, not only did I not see the graceful beauties I imagined, I didn't even see a few ordinary passers-by.
This city can be said to be the real Xiliang, Xiliang...
"Master Hou, can such a place have the efficacious place you mentioned?"
Walking into the dilapidated city, Su Dingfang looked at the dim yellow streets, low-rise residences, and the occasional ragged figure flashing from behind the door panels, and suddenly felt like he had been deceived.
If a place like this is said to have a miracle? Isn’t that ridiculous?!
If the gods and Buddhas here are really efficacious, they should at least make their feet richer and more prosperous. How could it be possible for this place to be ruined like this? Are you really not afraid that no one will supply you with incense?
"Ahem...Absolutely!"
When Xiao Han said this, he felt weak in his heart.
He had never been here before, so how could he know that this place would be so deserted? Even more deserted than the previous Yumen Pass! Logically speaking, as a Buddhist holy place, this shouldn't be the case! Have all the bald donkeys moved? In the Thousand Buddha Cave
Have you finished painting the mural?
Perhaps, it was Xiao Han's delusion that angered Buddha. While he was still thinking wildly, a thunderous sound suddenly came from a distance!
"I'll go, do you need to be so smart?"
Startled by the sudden noise, Xiao Han quickly shrank his neck and stared at the dark sky for a long time before he realized that it was not a god or Buddha thundering on his head, but someone beating a drum.
"This is the Jingjie Drum?" Xiao Han touched his head and asked suspiciously, this kind of dilapidated city with only a few people, is it still worth a quiet street?
"It's not like a Jingjie drum!" Next to him, Su Dingfang listened carefully for a while, then shook his head and said, "It sounds like a temple drum to me."
"Can you hear this?" Xiao Han didn't believe it and looked at Su Dingfang with wide eyes.
But Su Dingfang just smiled "hehe" and said: "Why can't you hear this? Didn't you notice that the Jingjie drum was played very quickly, but now the drum sound is very long? This is obviously not the same type!"
"Really?" Xiao Han heard Su Dingfang's words and recalled the Jingjie Drum in Chang'an, and found that he was right:
In Chang'an, every evening, the annoying Jingjie drums are beaten like a dog chasing them, one sound is faster than the other, and there is no rhythm at all! Compared with the leisurely drumming today, there is indeed a gap!
"Hey, what the heck, why don't we just go and take a look? Maybe the drummer had diarrhea today, so he played a little slower."
Although he was convinced that what Su Dingfang said was correct, Xiao Han was still unwilling to admit defeat. He muttered, then raised his whip and tapped the horse's butt lightly.
The fast horse was usually most afraid of small objects such as snakes. At this point, it immediately neighed, raised its hooves and ran forward.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Behind him, Su Dingfang saw this and patted his horse to follow.
The sound of drums came from the east of the city. The two of them rode horses and followed the sound of the drums. When the last drum sound fell, they arrived in front of a temple.
This temple is located near the east gate of Dunhuang City. It is different from the low-rise residential buildings seen before. It looks extremely majestic!
The tall courtyard walls, gilded tiles, gates inlaid with copper nails, and even the novice monks sweeping the door are all fair and fat, completely different from the sappy-faced residents I saw along the way, as if they were two different people.
Things from the world are forcibly blended together here.
It must have been the sound of Xiao Han and Su Dingfang's horse hoofs that alerted the novice monk who was lowering his head to clean. He raised his head and glanced at the two men, his eyes swept over their clothes, and finally landed on the fast horse beneath them.
"Amitabha, this temple has stopped. If the donor wants to worship Buddha, please come back tomorrow."
After seeing the two divine horses, the novice's eyes brightened up. Then he quickly put down his broom, clasped his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name to the two of them.
"Stop?" Xiao Han frowned when he saw the novice monk's appearance.
The change in the novice's eyes just now was not hidden from his eyes, and the huge gap between the Buddhist temple and the surrounding residential buildings made Xiao Han even more interested in this Buddhist temple!
As for the Thousand Buddhas Cave that I said I wanted to see at the beginning, it is there anyway and will not run away. I will have time to see it again later.
"The mountain gate has been closed, why don't we leave first!"
Su Dingfang is a person who believes in gods and Buddhas. Otherwise, he would not dare to abandon his errands just to pray for Buddha! So when he saw the novice monk saying that the temple was closed, he urged Xiao Han to leave without even thinking about it.
, don’t delay other monks from doing evening classes.
However, Su Dingfang believed in Buddhism, but Xiao Han did not!
Looking at the fat novice monk, Xiao Han waved his hand to stop Su Dingfang, then touched his waist, took out a few gold leaves, waved them in front of the novice monk, and then said with a smile: "Master, I
I came from afar with this friend, and I will leave here tomorrow, so I wanted to pay homage to the Bodhisattva before leaving. I wonder if it can be convenient?"
"this……"
Somewhat unexpectedly, after Xiao Han took out the gold leaf, the novice monk in front of him only looked at it for a few moments and then lowered his head without showing any surprise or fascination.
If you hadn't seen the look in his eyes when he looked at the BMW before, you would probably have regarded him as a truly pure person with six senses.
"You think you don't have enough money?" Xiao Han stared at the novice's every move, with a slight sarcastic smile on his lips. He was now more and more interested in this huge Buddhist temple standing in a dilapidated city.
"Well, if Master can help us fulfill this wish, I am willing to donate another five hundred pounds of sesame oil!"
Putting his hands together, Xiao Han directly offered the novice a price that he could not refuse!
Sesame oil money is also called incense money!
It is not, as some people imagine, specially offered as tribute to Buddha and Bodhisattvas! What a joke, Bodhisattvas and Buddhas are not mice, so where can they drink sesame oil?
Therefore, this sesame oil money is not used to buy sesame oil in the true sense, but to light a lamp in front of the Buddha, or to burn paper and incense.
"Five hundred pounds of sesame oil?"
Sure enough, after hearing the price, the novice's face was obviously filled with joy!
Immediately afterwards, he quickly jumped to the temple door, opened the door, and said to Xiao Han: "Buddha saves all sentient beings. Since all donors have requests, we will open the door for convenience! Please prepare now.
enter!"
"Haha, I think what opens the door to convenience is not the mercy of Buddha, but the cold gold."
Seeing the cold-faced novice change from a selfless to a flattering one, Xiao Han couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness in his heart.
