【002】Being hit on the head by the Clay Bodhisattva
In order to thank the Bodhisattva for blessing her recovery, grandma took her to the Taoist temple on the mountain to worship the gods.
In her last life, she didn't go.
Now, she wanted to be different from before, so she went against the grain and went to the mountains with her grandma.
The Taoist temple on the mountain is still the same as the one Yang Zimei saw when he was three years old. It is a bit dilapidated. There are even big red letters on the surrounding walls that used to fight against feudal superstition and destroy the four olds, and a big slogan saying "long live the leader of XXX".[
However, the environment here is really good!
There are towering ancient pines and cypresses planted all around. I don't know how many years ago. They are lush and green. There are many birds singing happily on the trees. The fresh air makes people feel that their pores are open, and they feel happy unconsciously.
After entering the Taoist temple, grandma's expression immediately became solemn and pious.
Yang Zimei looked around curiously and found that although the Taoist temple was a bit shabby, the murals inside were beautifully painted and brightly colored. If it were not damaged by those annoying slogans, they would have been regarded as cultural heritage art.
She remembered that this Taoist temple suddenly caught fire when she was six years old. The fire that day lit up most of the sky, making the villagers panic and worry about whether it would bring disaster. Moreover, she also heard that the guardian
The only old Taoist priest of this Taoist temple was also burned alive.
Thinking of this, her eyes fell on the old Taoist priest who was helping her grandma put the offerings on the altar.
This old Taoist priest was wearing an old Taoist robe that had been repaired with countless patches, and wore a Taoist bun. His beard and hair were completely white, with not a single streak of color on his face. His face did not have many wrinkles like grandma's, but glowed with a moist red glow.
, his pupils were not cloudy, but bright and bright, so that she could not guess how old he was, but she just felt that he fit the image of an old Taoist priest with immortal style and Taoism.
Would such a person with such an immortal spirit also be burned to death?
Thinking of this, her heart was filled with sadness.
In the past, when I was working as a deceptive goddess stick, I always met some people who liked to ask about their fate in the future.
Now, she discovered that it would be really painful if a person really had predictability but was unable to change the direction of his fate.
"Niuniu, come quickly and kowtow to Bodhisattva and thank her for protecting you from disasters." Grandma saw her in a daze again and waved her hand.
She walked over.
The old Taoist priest looked back at her, a slight surprise appeared on his soft and calm face, and he looked at her carefully a few times.
Being looked at by him like this, Yang Zimei felt as if her soul had been penetrated. She lowered her eyes slightly and avoided the old Taoist priest's gaze.
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Grandma asked her to kneel down and kowtow in front of the Bodhisattva.
Yang Zimei knelt down on the futon. Although she had cheated and cheated in her previous life and did not believe in gods and ghosts, at this time, her heart was pious.
She really wanted to pray to the Bodhisattva to protect her and her family in safety, to protect her from becoming an orphan and helpless, and to protect her that her life could be rewritten and that she would no longer have a tragic fate that could be manipulated by others.[
She prayed and kowtowed three times.
After she kowtowed three times and looked up at the Clay Bodhisattva, the jade purification bottle in the Clay Bodhisattva's hand suddenly fell down and hit her on the forehead...
Ouch!
The huge pain made her dizzy and she fell to the ground.
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When I opened my eyes and woke up, I saw myself lying on a strange bed with a simple mattress. On the wall was a tattered portrait of a man dressed in street clothes. Next to it was a large old bookshelf with many old thread-bound books.
