When I thought that Xiao Luqi might be saved, I, a complete atheist, actually believed in these bluffs. However, I didn't know anything about these things, so where could I ask?
There are many temples in Shanghai, and the more famous ones include Jing'an Temple, Longhua Temple, Jade Buddha Temple, etc. I heard that some large temples require a master's degree to recruit monks, and a monthly salary of 15,000. The benefits received from practicing religious services are not included, and the temples do not open after get off work. Interference in private life (that is, you can get married and have children). What is even more enviable is that the abbot of a large temple enjoys deputy director-level treatment. However, it is really hard to say how much useful information a monk who works as a cashier has in his belly has.
Of course, truly enlightened monks are very powerful. Let me tell you a story. (Maybe many people know it, but there are always some people who don’t know it, so I’ll tell it briefly). Shanghai began to construct viaducts in the mid-1990s.
At that time, there were two main elevated roads, one horizontal and one vertical. The horizontal one was the Yan'an Road Elevated Road, and the vertical one was the North-South Road Elevated Road. Many people know that supporting the intersection of these two elevated roads is a very eye-catching silver and gold
Dragon pillar.
Why build this dragon pillar? It turns out that piling is necessary to build elevated roads, but when the pile driving reached the location of the dragon pillar, a strange thing happened: Shanghai belongs to the alluvial plain, and there is basically no hard rock underground. However, in
This place could not be penetrated even after exhausting diamond drills and various methods. We had no choice but to invite an eminent monk from Longhua Temple to come out. At first, the eminent monk did not want to say much, but the leader repeatedly explained to him that the construction of the elevated highway would bring great benefits to people.
For convenience, he said that there is a dragon vein under this place. Only by performing a spell at the right time can the pile be driven in. Moreover, gold and silver dragon pillars must be used to suppress it afterwards, otherwise if the dragon body moves, the elevated structure will be destroyed. He also
He told the person in charge of the construction that because these words revealed the secret, he would not live long. He said these words for the happiness of the common people. Later, according to what he said, he chose the time and performed rituals. When he went to drive the piles again, he discovered that
The ground that was once impenetrable to diamonds was now as soft as tofu. However, this eminent monk passed away soon after leaking the secret of heaven. Everyone was very convinced of him and built such a dragon pillar according to his words, which continues to this day.
Still standing.
Most people who have lived in Shanghai for more than five years may know this. Of course, officials have refuted rumors about this. But anyone with a discerning eye knows that there are so many elevated highways in Shanghai today, and the places where they intersect each other are supported by tens of millions of pillars.
, they are all made of cement concrete. Only this part is a dragon pillar. How to explain it?
Close view of Shanghai Dragon Pillar
Shanghai Longzhu Panorama
But the eminent monk has passed away, and now the wild monk on the roadside can’t even explain or recite introductory scriptures such as the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra. How can I believe it?
Suddenly, I remembered something.
I heard a classmate talk about it a few days ago: Many people on the Internet recently said that under the elevated Zhonghuan Road near Wujiaochang in Yangpu District, Shanghai, at eight o'clock in the evening, a pair of old people playing Go would often appear, no matter how windy it was.
Rain, lightning and thunder will appear there regularly. When it rains, they even play chess there wearing raincoats. And many people driving by will have a strange hallucination: these two old people seem to be gods.
The technique is like a clone technique: when you are at the end of the bridge, they are directly on your right; after driving one kilometer and crossing the bridge, they are still directly on your right. Some people even saw them once, and then walked n kilometers,
I actually saw them again in another place. The legs and feet of these two old people are not that fast, right? Not to mention they are carrying a table?
Intuition tells me that these two old people are experts. And they are probably not difficult to find.
Tonight, I'm going to find out.
Watching the little black cat wolfing down the tuna fresh buns, I couldn't help but feel a little relieved and satisfied. Although I am indeed a poor girl, it is more pitiful than me. If it hadn't been rescued by me, it might have been saved soon.
Just die in that dark morgue. I like this feeling - there is a living life depending on you, which makes me feel that my existence is valuable.
The same goes for Xiao Luqi. I not only have to protect her, but also resurrect her. Just like the little black cat - since I brought her and it back, I must be responsible for them to the end.
Something happened in the afternoon that made me ache - my neighbor said that someone was quarreling in my room in the morning, and the floor was banging. He told the aunt from the neighborhood committee about the situation. The aunt from the neighborhood committee did her duty and came to visit.
When entering the door, there is a Shanghainese saying: "I heard that the sound in the house was very loud this morning." (Translated into Mandarin: I heard from others that the noise in the house was very loud this morning.
, what are you doing?)
After staying in Shanghai for 10 years, I understand some Shanghainese. When she said that, I could only blame the little black cat for the strange noises and told my aunt that the kitten had just come to my house and was hiding here and there, causing harm.
I moved the table and the bed, and naturally I yelled and cursed when I was angry. Of course, I also argued a lot about the refrigerator, saying that my friend had lost money by opening a canteen, so he put the refrigerator in my place temporarily.
Auntie looked at the freezer, but didn't open it and didn't ask any questions. She just asked me to pay attention. Recently, many people have had opinions on me, and some people have specifically asked about my situation.
I felt nervous and quickly asked who it was.
The aunt said she didn't know him. He was a man in his late 30s who was not too old.
Wang Yongshun?
At this time the phone rang. I saw it was Li Haibo.
When my aunt saw that I had a phone call, she said in Shanghainese dialect: "What's going on? (It's nothing, I'm leaving)." I nodded hurriedly, saw her off, and picked up the phone.
"How's it going? You're not dead yet?" Li Haibo and I always used this opening line on the phone.
"You're too lucky to die. Hey, what are you doing tonight? How about I treat you to a meal?"
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to go." I had to go find the two mysterious old men at night, so I immediately excused myself.
"Give me a chance to thank you. I have something good for you to see!"
"No, don't thank me. It's just a signature. From your sleazy tone, it seems that you are recovering well. Well, I have something to do tonight, so let's wait for another day."
After a few more words, I hung up the phone. I packed up and prepared to go find those two magical old men.
Sitting on the subway, I suddenly felt a little ridiculous. I have only seen this kind of thing in novels, a pair of old people playing Go? Could it be Nandou, Beidou? Am I going to reenact the story of Zhao Yanzhong Nanshan Deer Breast
A story about praying for longevity?
Everyone should know this story. When Zhao Yan was nineteen years old, he met Guan Ren and was told that he would die within three days. After begging, he followed Guan Ren's instructions and went to Zhongnan Mountain to find a pair of old people playing Go.
The two old men were fascinated by the game of chess and drank the deer breasts and wine. After eating and drinking, they heard Zhao Yan crying for a longer life, so they added a stroke on the cross of the nineteen-year-old in the book of life and death, which became
He died at the age of ninety-nine. So Zhao Yan lived to be ninety-nine.
I have always believed that even if this story is true, Guan Ren deliberately frightened Zhao Yan in order to increase his fame, and then arranged for two old people to play tricks there. As for how old the nineteen-year-old boy lived in the end, it doesn’t matter much.
.Anyway, Guan Ren’s reputation has already been established.
Unexpectedly, I was going to do the same thing today, and I wasn't even sure whether I would meet the two of them. It was completely unreasonable, and I was so sick that I rushed to the doctor.
When I took the subway to Wujiaochang, I found a place to eat some random rice bowls, then walked under the elevated line and walked back and forth.
As I was walking, I found a small stone table and two stone chairs, which looked very much like a place for playing chess. When I got closer, I was surprised to find that there were a pair of footprints next to the chairs on the stone table!
These footprints were left on the concrete floor.
Is this what is called breaking through iron shoes? What kind of deep internal strength and long-term perseverance are needed to grind out two footprints in this place?
I knew there must be something fishy here, so I didn't dare to sit down for fear of occupying the god's position. I could only stand aside and wait quietly.
In my mind, these two old men have been identified as immortal figures like Nandou and Beidou.
The hour hand pointed to 7:45, and my heart was in my throat. Will they come?
I am a complete atheist. In the past, I basically didn’t know much about this kind of strange supernatural events except for a little reference when I read some classics. The eminent monks or cultivators in temples or Taoist temples,
I am busy telling fortunes and reading Feng Shui for high-level people, which is not accessible to a person like me. Even if I could meet them, the cost of opening the mouth would be astronomical, and I simply cannot afford it.
These two old men may be my only way to a magical new world.
You said, if you put yourself in someone else's shoes, if a person like me, who is basically helpless and has no friends or family in Shanghai, wants to find a stranger who really knows what he is doing, where should I go?
Some people say that everything is about fate, so let’s see if my fate is up to that point.
At 7:55, a thin and tall figure appeared in the distance.
Here it comes! But...why only one?
The people who came were not two old people, but a young man.
When he got closer, I realized that he turned out to be a Taoist priest. He was wearing an old blue-black robe with wide sleeves and a windy walk. His legs were wrapped in white cloth underneath. His hair should be very long, and it was tied up on his head.
There was a hairpin stuck in her bun. She saw me waiting here. When she saw me, she cupped her hands and asked, "Is the layman here waiting for two elderly people?"
When I heard this, my jaw almost hit the ground. I choked and a god appeared?