So I continued to ask this old man, I said, did the Buddhist temple here in the past also hold this kind of temple fair? For example, if it was the birthday of some Bodhisattva, would there be many people coming to worship?
?The old man pursed his lips and said, our place is originally small and not very powerful. The temples here were donated by wealthy families very early on, and there is only a lay woman in the temple.
Reason, the incense is not very good on weekdays, and I have been here for so many years and basically rarely hold such temple fairs. It was really lively in those days.
I asked the old man that it was bustling for a while. Does that mean there were a lot of people coming those days? The old man nodded and said, there were a lot of people coming, but most of them were locals here. When everyone saw a temple fair, they
I just went to join in the fun and seek good fortune. The temple fair lasted for three days. The first two days were very lively, but on the third day the temple door was closed. I heard banging and banging inside, and I didn’t know what was going on.
I thought about it quickly and found that the time was very consistent with the time when Uncle Liang's accident happened. Moreover, if I were not a person with a dark heart, it would be difficult to compare these two seemingly unrelated things.
Things came together. So I continued to ask the old man, were the strangers who came here to burn incense or to hold temple fairs? The old man smiled and said, who would come here specifically to burn incense?
Who should I burn it for? Ours is a small temple here, with a few clay bodies of Bodhisattvas in it. Others want to burn incense and worship Buddha, but I don’t know how to go to those big temples. Those people have more money and are doing it.
!Although I had some opinions about this uncle's disrespect, after all, it was people's freedom of choice. So I then asked him, were all the people from outside the temple festival organizers? How many people were there?
The old man said that there were only about a dozen of them. They had food and accommodation next to the temple. The house there was empty. They said hello to the neighborhood committee here and stayed for a few days. Huh? Young man, you ask these questions.
Do you want to be a bastard?
I said it was okay, so I just asked casually, old man, could you tell me where the temple is and where your neighborhood committee is? Although the old man was puzzled by my random questions just now, after all, he didn’t
Maybe he wanted to know what information I wanted to get. So he stood up, pointed to the north, and said, keep walking along this road until you reach the base of the wall, then turn right, and you can see a person on the road.
There are stone piles on the roadside with the four words Amitabha written in red on them. When you get there, you can see a house with a red roof. That place is the temple I mentioned. And the neighborhood committee is right next to the temple.
Far away, next to the police station.
I was actually surprised that such a small place was equipped with such a high-end place as a police station. So after thanking the old man, I called Hu Zongren. He said that he was in the restaurant where we had eaten earlier and planned to ask.
The old people around looked to see if they could get any information. In order not to induce Hu Zongren to search in my direction, after all it would be best if he could find new clues, so I said I would go to a temple in the north to have a look.
If there is any new situation, call her immediately. Before hanging up the phone, I asked Hu Zongren to call Sister Liang again and told her to stay where she is and not go anywhere. If anyone comes to ask her or look for her, ask her to call her immediately.
Call us. After Hu Zongren agreed, I hung up the phone.
According to my memory, this remaining part of the old city is only about one-fifth of the size of the original site of Jiangbei City, maybe less. I think that was because my legs were relatively short when I was a child.
When I continued walking north from the small cigarette stall, it was a winding stone road. Although there were many intersections, I still relied on my excellent sense of direction to successfully find the root of the wall.
The place was a well, and the manhole cover was sealed. Nowadays, it is estimated that few people would draw water from the well to drink. After all, this is considered a city. After seeing the well, I found a stone tablet beside the well.
The words "Jiangbei District Cultural Relics Protection Unit" are engraved on the stone stele, and the date of signing is 1990. On the city wall not far behind the stone stele, there is a very obviously blocked doorway, because the stones in the doorway, and the surrounding
The environment is very different. So I don't know exactly what is behind the wall, but judging from the branches extending from the top of the wall, there should be a small hill behind it. Before this door was not blocked, this place should be
Laojiang Beicheng is an intersection that leads to the north and out of the city.
According to what the old man said, I walked in the right direction. Although there were many old houses nearby, they were quiet and quiet. It is estimated that most people just occupied the property rights here, but I did not live here, so it was broad daylight.
Yes, I could also clearly hear my own footsteps walking on the stone road. I didn’t go far when I saw a stone pile on the edge of the ladder sill at a corner, which was about calf height. The stone pile was rectangular.
It looks like a small piece of stone, but it's not neatly arranged around. It looks like a small piece knocked off from a larger stone. Judging from the condition of the soil between the stone piles and the ground, it has been here for many years, and may even have been here for many years.
It is older than me. The four characters "Amitabha" are clearly engraved on it. The red outline is a little faded and the edges are not sharp, so these words should have been engraved when the stone pile was laid.
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I started to look up and look around, trying to find a house with a red roof. But when I looked up, I found that this place went downhill along the path. From a distance, I could see that there was no city wall at the end of the downhill road, and I could directly see the Jialing River.
.And therefore I quickly found the so-called red roof among the many dark roofs.
In fact, it is not pure red, but a cherry red with a hint of gold. It is made of glazed tiles. It does not seem to occupy a large area. It should have been repaired by the people who donated the temple. There are many tiles on the roof because they were thrown everywhere.
Garbage, and the plastic bags hanging above, and some garbage that I couldn’t tell what they were. I visually checked that the distance was only a few hundred meters, so I walked down the road and calculated the distance.
After that, I turned the corner and entered a small alley. On both sides of the alley entrance were sitting some old women, all wearing the kind of plush hats that only old people wear. Some were knitting, and some were eating melon seeds.
, and some were chatting without a word. But in front of them, there was a long bench with a braided frame or wooden board on it, and on it were various sizes and styles of incense candles displayed.
Obviously, the temple is nearby. And these old ladies probably have nothing to do and set up stalls here to pass the time. It doesn't matter how much money they can make. How can people of this age live a safe day?
This was their biggest wish. So when I walked past them, they all raised the incense candles in their hands and said to me, young man, why don't you burn incense? Buy some incense. I originally had these things on me.
Yes, but now that I have come to a territory, it is still a bit unruly to bring my own incense and candles. At least that is not what my master taught me at the beginning. So I bought three incense sticks and a pair of candles from one of the old ladies’ stalls, and the other old ladies also
They didn't look unhappy because I didn't choose them. After all, they were just here to kill time.
After I gave the money, I asked the old woman where the temple was and how to get there. The old woman counted the money and pointed in one direction, saying that it was just around the corner. So I continued walking in the direction she said.
When I went over, I turned around and saw two large columns on both sides of the door. On the plaque above, there were three words written, "River Temple".
This is a small temple without a temple gate, and I never thought it was the River God Temple. Before I saw these words, I thought it was just a Guanyin Temple. However, the worship of the River God has been practiced since then.
It appeared in ancient times, and the river god was originally a Taoist deity, but shouldn't this be a Buddhist temple? Or is it that the person who donated the temple was just to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, but during this period, even the ancestor worshiped was Buddha?
Don’t you even know the truth?
With these questions in my mind, I walked to the inner hall. The inner hall was not really called an inner hall at all. It was just a small square patio. Except for the temple gate, the other three sides were divided into many small grids.
There is a clay statue placed in the grid. There is a large incense burner in the center of the patio, but there is no flame at all in the burners on both sides used to light the fire. The incense sticks in the incense burner already look very old.
It can be concluded that probably after the temple fair that day, no one came here to burn incense again.
On the right hand side after entering the door, there is a merit tablet. The names of many people are densely written on the merit tablet. These people are probably the people who donated this temple. Among them, there is a person whose name is at the front, and the characters are relatively small.
Big, on the other side of this stele is engraved the reason why this temple was donated in the first place. It was probably in the late 1980s. The river here along the ladder ridge used to be a place for boats, and
This road is also the road with stone piles that I just walked on. Most of the people living here are trackers pulling boats on the river. But this is the intersection of two rivers, the water flow is relatively fast, and the river is very wide.
There were many reefs, so ships often sank. People believed in the superstition that the river god was catching young men, so they donated this river temple.
But when I walked around and took a closer look at the statues, I found it a little funny that there were all kinds of gods enshrined here, from river gods and mountain gods, to father-in-laws of the earth, from Tathagata Buddha, to Guanyin Bodhisattva, and even to Luban and
Yue Fei and Emperor Guan were suddenly surrounded by so many gods from various families, which made me feel like a superstar. But in fact, most people's belief in religion has always been at a very superficial level. They are seeking to gain something.
Blessing, I wrote to you, burned incense and paid my respects. As for who bless them, they actually don’t know, and it doesn’t seem that important to them.
Now that I'm here, even if it's just a clay body with a superficial appearance, I still offer incense respectfully as a disciple. There are only three incense sticks, so I worship them all at once. Then I put incense and candles, and then I say that in this
In a small area of less than 100 square meters, I am looking for some clues that I think are valuable.