Chapter 1,114: Dogs mess with mice and meddle in other people’s business
"Peng Fei, what were you doing just now? Why didn't I see you guys inside?"
Although this temple is not small, it is already dilapidated. The only path that can be taken is the one that Zhuang Rui and others walked just now. If Peng Fei and the others also entered, they would not be able to miss it.
"I didn't go anywhere, I just stayed in the Main Hall with that little Japan..."
Peng Fei replied with a depressed look on his face. In his opinion, there must be something wrong in this little Japanese's mind. He kowtowed nine times to the big Buddhas without saying a word. After bowing, he walked around in circles several times.
If Peng Fei hadn't forcefully pulled Zhongchuan out when he saw it was getting late, he would probably have slept in it at night. Why did he say he wanted to listen to the Buddha's teachings? Isn't this nonsense?
"Okay, let's eat. Let's go back tomorrow morning. This trip is not in vain. At least we can see a mirage..."
Zhuang Rui walked to the iron pot where the broth was boiling, picked up a ladle and poured himself a bowl of hot mutton soup. He followed Mengzi's example and squatted under the steps to drink.
With his grayish-yellow clothes and indistinguishable hair, he really looks a bit like a farmer from the northwest.
"It's time to go out a long time ago. This desert is no place for people. I haven't washed my face in almost a week..."
Peng Fei also filled a bowl of mutton soup and squatted next to Zhuang Rui. He had followed Zhuang Rui in the past few years and visited star-rated hotels. He had completely forgotten that when he was in the army, he once lived in a hotel full of locusts and mosquitoes.
Walking around in the tropical jungle for three days and three nights.
"Yes, yes, Brother Peng is right. Let's go out early. Look...it's okay if we don't wash our faces. What has become of Xiaolei..."
Xiao Jia, who was suffering from a low fever, nodded repeatedly after hearing Peng Fei's words. He was embarrassed to say that he wanted to go out, but he pulled out the only woman in the team.
Although these students are not from very good families, they have never experienced this kind of hardship. Riding on camels these past few days, they probably have calluses on their buttocks.
"You're such a cunning kid. How can we choose the environment when we do archaeological work? Let me tell you, during some on-site archaeological work, the environment is even worse than this. Those undecomposed corpses can make you vomit even after your overnight meal.
Come out, don't learn this trade if you can't do it..."
Although Dr. Ren usually doesn't talk much, his serious expression at this moment caused several graduate students to shut up immediately.
"We won't do this after graduation..."
Xiao Jia whispered unconvincedly, his voice was so soft that only he could hear it, but Xiao Jia told the truth. They had already found a job after graduation, which was in Zhuang Rui's Dingguang Museum.
It's just that Xiao Jia and others don't know that their future big boss is squatting with them drinking mutton soup. If Xiao Jia knew, he probably wouldn't complain so much.
Of course, with Zhuang Rui's current status and experience, he would not argue with Xiao Jia. For these people born after the 1980s, it is already quite good for them to endure such hardships.
"Brother Ren, let's take some photos tomorrow. Let's hand these things over to the local cultural relics bureau. As for what they do with it, that's their business..."
Zhuang Rui ignored Xiao Jia and the others, but discussed in a low voice with Dr. Ren. Although this ancient temple has no excavation value, its architecture itself is worthy of study.
What's more, some palaces use exquisite materials and are still well preserved even after hundreds or thousands of years. In particular, the murals in some halls also have extremely high artistic value.
Of course, the reason why these temples can be preserved intact is also related to the local climate. If it were placed in the south of the Yangtze River where it rains all day long, it is estimated that there would be steel-making technology and the objects would decay.
about there.
"Okay, let's take pictures of the places with murals and texts. These are also very precious materials. We must come here again next time. Zhuang Rui, these first-hand rubbings are very valuable in the cultural relics market now...
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When they came to the desert this time, they were not fully prepared. For example, they did not bring rice paper with them. There were quite a few inscriptions in this temple that were worthy of leaving rubbings.
As for selling rubbings for money, it was a joke between Ren Chunqiang and Zhuang Rui, but he was right. Rubbings of ancient inscriptions are really popular in Panjiayuan in Beijing recently. If they are good-quality first-hand rubbings, they can be sold for several times.
Thousands of them.
This has also caused many cultural relic dealers in Beijing to change their careers and become stone dealers. They go to Shandong to order stone tablets, then ask someone to carve scriptures on them, find a piece of fertile land to bury them for half a month, and then take them out.
Making rubbings is definitely a good business with huge profits (a friend is doing this business, well, he can't see...can't see...).
"Brother Zhuang, how are we going to sleep at night? Should we go to the Mahavira Hall to squeeze in with the Buddha, or sleep in a tent outside?"
There are no entertainment projects in this desert. After eating and drinking, Peng Fei began to ask for instructions from the team leader Zhuang. The leader of the archaeological team is the same as the sports team. He has to take care of the food, drink, toilet, and sleep of the team members.
Zhuang Rui thought for a while and said: "Let's go and set up a tent in the main hall. I think the roof beam is quite strong and won't crush us..."
It's not Zhuang Rui's style to sleep in an open-air tent when there are so many temples. After all, Zhuang Rui has also experienced ancient tomb exploration. Although he dare not say that he slept on coffin boards, he slept on several clay statues.
Next to the Bodhisattva, he still has no psychological barriers.
After extinguishing the bonfire in front of the temple, everyone picked up their tents and prepared to enter the temple. It was also a novel experience for them to stay overnight in the temple.
“#￥#￥@!#……”
What Zhuang Rui and others didn't expect was that before they could step through the dilapidated temple gate, Zhongchuan suddenly jumped up and blocked everyone's way with an indignant look on his face.
"Xiao Yan, what did he say? Is he possessed by ghosts or something else? What kind of crazy thing are you doing?"
Zhuang Rui was a little confused. This little Japanese had been quite honest all the way. What happened? Could it be that the god he just worshiped the Buddha got possessed by him?
"Brother Zhuang, he...he said that this is a Buddhist holy land and you are not allowed to go in and blaspheme the Buddha. Especially this woman, you are not allowed to go in..."
When Xiao Yan translated Zhongchuan's words, he had a wry smile on his face. Today's Buddhism is also advancing with the times. Where can there be so many rules?
In the past two years, the Internet has become popular. Not only has a celebrity monk emerged, but even the abbot master of a famous xx temple has opened his mind to the majority of female comrades. As a Japanese, how can you be serious in this uninhabited ancient temple?
Moreover, Buddhism in the Sui and Tang Dynasties was even worse than it is now. The status of the monks at that time was very high. In the more well-behaved temples, you would be a big landlord. If you were not well-behaved, you would bully men and women.
It's commonplace, now that things have declined like this, you have to make some contribution to future generations, right?
"Xiao Yan, tell him what it means to drink meat and wine through the intestines, and the Buddha is sitting in his heart. Grandma, he didn't eat less of the mutton just now..."
Zhuang Rui didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this, but he knew that Japanese people tend to be more serious and are very fanatical in their religious beliefs, so he was not really angry.
"Brother Zhuang, Zhong... Zhongchuan said it's okay to go in, but you can only sleep in the courtyard and not in the main hall, otherwise the Buddha will blame him..."
After Yan Xiaowei had an exchange with Zhongchuan, he unhappily translated his words. In his opinion, this little Japanese just took off his pants and farted... It's superfluous. Does he have to care so much?
"Tell him that he likes to sleep in the yard, so let him stay in the yard by himself and let's go into the main hall..."
Zhuang Rui didn't bother to argue with Zhongchuan. He didn't want to pay homage to the Buddha. There was no way he could offend him. Isn't Zhongchuan's behavior like a dog meddling in another's own business?
Seeing that he could not dissuade Zhuang Rui and others, Zhongchuan stamped his feet angrily and followed him into the main hall carrying his tent package, but he kept mumbling and refused to listen. After entering the main hall, he even said
He knelt down and worshiped the three Buddha statues.
"Huh? Is there something wrong with this little Japan?"
When Zhuang Rui saw how respectful Nakagawa was to the three Buddha statues, he felt something was wrong. Although Buddhism is also very popular in Japan, China is not the birthplace of Buddhism. There is no need for Nakagawa to go all the way here to show his piety, right?
What's more, Zhuang Rui has always suspected that Zhongchuan must not have good intentions when he came to Dunhuang, and maybe he has some secrets that he has not revealed.
It was just that Zhuang Rui had used his spiritual energy to examine many temples in this thousand-year-old temple and found nothing, so he stopped being suspicious. However, Nakagawa's current performance made Zhuang Rui murmur in his heart.
"Buddha statues...Buddha statues...oh!" Zhuang Rui stared at the three Buddha statues, whose painted bodies had almost fallen off, and suddenly slapped his head and shouted loudly.
"Zhuang Rui, what's wrong?" Dr. Ren next to him was startled by Zhuang Rui's actions. Why did he hit himself on the head so politely?
"Brother Ren, during the Sui and Tang Dynasties, those temples that collected money, where were most of them hidden?"
Zhuang Rui's eyes lit up, he threw down the tent in his hand, walked to the Buddha statue in the middle, reached out and touched the feet of the big Buddha, looking even more pious than Nakagawa who was kneeling on the ground.
"It's a cellar, or it's a dark room..."
Dr. Ren didn't understand the meaning of Zhuang Rui's words for a while. When he saw Zhuang Rui's expression, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Zhuang Rui, you mean... there are hidden secrets hidden by the ancients in these three giant Buddhas."
Treasure?"
According to historical records, this kind of thing did exist when Buddhism was flourishing in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. Some wealthy temples simply melted copper to create Buddha statues, and then covered them with colorful sculptures.
