The Wei Tuo Temple in Nanshan, Bin City is still there, but after so many years, I don’t know if the old monk in the temple is still there.
The reason why Zhang Huilan went home that night was actually not to pick up things, but to put them away.
It was to leave a suicide note to her granddaughter Bailash Qiong.
Before leaving, the old monk said something that inspired me.
He said that there is no greater sadness than a dead heart. This is not true. The most terrifying thing for a person is that his heart is dead. If his heart is dead, he will not care about anything around him, just like a dead leaf falling into the water, it will only drift with the current.
I have almost no relatives around me. If one day I die as the old monk said, I will spend all my wealth and choose to do something good.
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The fog got worse late at night, and when I got down the mountain, I saw taxis still parked on the roadside.
"Big brother? Big brother? Wake up."
The driver Hu Liqun fell asleep leaning on his seat.
"You...you're down, brother. I'm really sleepy after spinning around. I slept soundly just now." He opened the passenger door for me.
"You don't take a break during the day?" I asked.
He shook his head and started the car, yawned and said with a smile: "How dare you break up? My wife just gave birth to a baby. If I don't run around more, I won't be able to earn money for the baby's milk powder. Where are you going back, brother? Back to your old community?"
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I said no, and went to the Northwest Second Cotton Factory.
I just went down the mountain and my phone still had a little battery, so I informed the leader of the matter. Now that we know where the Iron Buddha is hidden, none of us dare to rest at night. We must find the physical Iron Buddha before Tian Sanjiu.
When we arrived at the Second Cotton Factory, I got out of the car and closed the door and said, "Do you have a business card? If I take a taxi, I'll look for you directly."
Hu Lili accepted the money and said with a smile: "Hey, I don't have any business cards. Brother, please remember my phone number and come to me anytime you need a car in Xianyang." After that, he turned around and left in the taxi.
Late at night.
At that time, the Second Cotton Factory had no gate, and the security guard had gone somewhere. I probably sat on the guard platform for more than half an hour, and then a small car came.
The car lights are far off.
The next second I saw someone getting out of the car, I ran over.
"Why are you two the only ones in charge? Why aren't Douyazai and Xiaoxuan here?"
Only Boss and Brother Yu came, and I handed over the note after asking.
"I have other plans for Douya and Xuanxuan, Yunfeng, don't ask yet."
After reading the small words written on the note, he raised his head and frowned and said, "Let's go find this place."
The note read: "In the old textile room of the South Factory District, Warehouse No. 6 on the basement floor, among the cotton piles."
We had only looked above the factory area before, and had never heard of a basement in the Second Cotton Factory. The 1950s and 1950s machines had long been obsolete, and the old textile room had been abandoned for many years. There was a problem that was not easy to solve.
At that time, a new factory building was under construction in the Ermian South Factory, and many workers lived here. Some workers slept late, and the lights were on in the dormitories all night long, and they played cards in the room all night long. I was afraid that people would suddenly come out to relieve themselves or something.
"Head, it should be this one."
Brother Yu used his flashlight to shine a light on the iron sign. The original blue paint on the iron sign was almost gone, and even the fixing screws looked rusty.
The door of the old textile room was locked with a simple iron chain lock. Brother Yu had already prepared it. He found a hammer from the car, wrapped the lock with clothes to reduce the noise, and smashed it open with a few continuous bangs.
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After the three of us entered, we looked outside, and he asked Brother Yu to close the door again.
Nowadays, we no longer spin fabrics. The old spinning room from decades ago was quite large. No one cleaned the room and it was very dusty. There were a lot of messy sacks and equipment piled on the floor.
I looked around with a flashlight and asked, "Head, this is just an ordinary workshop. How can there be a basement? Why did the old lady say there is an underground floor here?"
He looked around with a flashlight on his head and said, "The area here is not small. You are young and don't know. In our time, large factories would build basements as bunkers to prevent any accidents from happening."
We split up, mainly to check to see if the previous entrance to the basement was blocked by debris.
