Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 35 Breaking the Temple to Solve the Problem

This time, the convoy did not stop until dawn.

Now that he was not far from his destination, and he was not worried about being robbed by the government again, the leading officer ordered to bury the stove for cooking and rest for two hours before leaving.

After driving for more than ten hours without eating or drinking, everyone was so weak that they didn't even have the strength to walk. Some even sat on the ground when they got out of the car.

There was a small temple not far from the official road, and Song Liyun and the others hadn't stopped eating for half the way. Apart from their waists and legs hurting from sitting, they were in good spirits.

They don't want to sit down and rest like other people. Seeing a temple nearby, they just go to have a look, and move their muscles casually.

The small temple has only one main hall. It seems that it has been prosperous before, and the pillars of the altar and pillars are very exquisite.

But now the roof has collapsed, the idols have been destroyed, and there is no incense.

Song Liyun looked at the half clay sculpture left on the altar, and listened to Song Dekui's eloquent story about the statue.

"Look at the cloth bag under the Bodhisattva's feet, it's bulging, hey! This is the god who manages our farming."

"What gods are in charge of farming? Isn't that all the land master's business?" Hearing Song Dekui's story, other people resting outside the temple were also attracted.

Seeing that other people were also interested, Song Dekui said more proudly: "The Lord of the Land is just the official of Sesame Mung Bean, this fairy is a god who can really go to heaven, called "Budai Monk"!"

"Tch, I thought it was something special, just a monk!" Someone showed contempt.

The emperor of the Great Wu Dynasty believed in religion, and his sister-in-law, the eldest princess, even led her to practice in the palace.

In order to cater to Shangyi, there are not three thousand but eight hundred large temples in various places, and there are countless such wild temples.

There are many temples and many gods, each with its own source.

Even the functions are different, managing heaven and earth, managing birth and death, managing marriage and giving birth to children, each performing its duties, it is very lively.

Song Dekui was immediately annoyed when he saw that his blog posts were widely despised.

He knew that it was a bit rustic to say that a god was in charge of the land, or that everyone liked fortune.

So he said loudly: "What do you know, this Budai monk's cloth bag is a magic weapon, a lucky bag, you can put anything in it, even a thousand pieces of gold can fit in it, just touch it, and the fortune will come naturally."

Sure enough, talking about wealth luck immediately attracted several people to ask curious questions.

Song Dekui told the deeds of the "budai monk".

Budai monk is one of the thousands of incarnations of Maitreya Buddha in the legend. He travels around with a stick shoulder and a lotus bag on weekdays, enlightening the world with Zen.

He is willing to do good deeds, has unique skills, eliminates violence, and makes all living beings free from suffering and gain happiness.

Budai Monk was born in a farming family, and transplanting rice seedlings is his profession, and he even wrote poems:

Pinch the green seedlings with your hands to plant blessings, and you can see the sky in the water when you bow your head. The rice is made from six clean roots, and it turns out that going back is going forward.

Therefore, not only merchants pray for money, but even in the wilderness farms, there are people who build temples to pray for good weather and good harvests.

Song Dekui had been hanging out with people in the town for many years, and he was very eloquent. After he finished telling the story in a cadence, dozens of people had gathered in the ruined temple, and even the escort officers and soldiers came to listen.

Song Zhenping and Xiao An listened intently, looking at the dilapidated statue in awe.

Song Liyun was also looking at the statue, her eyes sparkling: Is this some kind of monk also a space power user?Then there is a way to solve your own secret.

After two days in Wuchao, she has seen that there are no mutated plants and animals here, and people have no supernatural powers.

One's own storage space is not special in the wasteland of the last days.

Changing here must be a different kind, and there will definitely be no good results.

Better to have a reasonable cover.

Now this statue gave her a chance.

Hearing that the "budai monk" has such great abilities, especially a treasure bag that can hold gold and silver, everyone has already started to bow down and make a wish.

Dozens of people crowded the small dilapidated temple.

There are those who seek wealth and prosperity, those who seek a good harvest, and those who seek marriage for children and good health. There are all kinds of people.

The sound of prayers came one after another, and the ruined temple suddenly became a noisy temple fair.

Song Liyun squeezed from the messy crowd to the statue, walked around the altar in front of everyone, and returned to Song Zhenping and his brothers.

Her movements were strange, and the two brothers kept their gazes on her, and at this moment they even stared at her hands in unison.

They saw that Song Liyun "seemed" to have picked up something under the altar just now, it was bright white and very beautiful.

Song Liyun turned away to block everyone's sight, winked at the two of them, shook her head to signal to stop talking, and then revealed a corner of the silver-white nano protective clothing fabric in her hand.

Song Zhenping touched it, and then asked: "What is this?"

Song Liyun quickly stuffed the palm-sized piece of fabric into his sleeve, and also said "perplexedly": "I don't know! It's so smooth, have you seen it before? Although this fabric is a bit small, it can be used for mending clothes in the future." Got it."

Song Zhenping shook his head: Xiaoshi Village is the only place in his world, and the fabric he has seen is the silk worn by Shui Rong, but it is not as smooth as this, and it is a waste to pick it up to mend clothes.

Xiao An didn't speak, but his eyes only moved between Song Liyun's cuffs and the statue of "Budai Monk", with a thoughtful expression.

Before Song Zhenping could ask again, Huotoujun was already knocking on the edge of the pot and shouting, "It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

As soon as the voice fell, the ruined temple was instantly quiet. Those people who had kowtowed like garlic just now seemed to be nailed, and in a blink of an eye, all gods were gone, and they went straight to the stove outside.

Song Zhenping hugged Xiao An tightly and stood by the wall so that no one would step on him.

Song Dekui spat out a mouthful of dust and cursed, "The starving ghost reincarnated."

He scolded happily, unaware that he ate the energy bar all the way, and he was hungry for several meals.

At this time Song Liyun was in a good mood.

She patted the dust off her body, then looked at the scattered straw sandals in front of her eyes, and could not help pursing her lips in joy: the sky is big, and eating is the biggest.

Ask God rather than yourself.

No matter how pious worshiping Buddha is, it is not as real as grabbing food with one's own hands.

After all those people were serving bowls of porridge, Song Dekui brought a small bowl of clear porridge from the gang leader and said to the three brothers and sisters, "There is only half a bowl left, which one of you wants porridge?"

Just now, when they were grabbing food, they all stood far away, and when everyone had eaten, there was only this small half bowl of porridge left in the pot.

Song Liyun and Song Zhenping both looked at Xiaoan, he is the youngest here, he should eat.

Xiao An touched her stomach, looked at the half bowl of porridge and shook her head unprecedentedly: He is not hungry.

When the folks who had stuffed their stomachs went back on the road and stood in front of a boundary marker that read "Suijin Town" after half a day, all their exhaustion turned into fear.

Some people yelled and turned around and ran away, while others also retreated far away with panicked faces, as if the stele was something ominous.

Although the peasants along the way complained that they had to stay away from home and work in the winter, for the sake of earning money, they still reluctantly accepted it in general.

But here, they are really resisting, and some women even cry loudly regardless of their face.

"We agreed to repair the side wall, so why did you come to Suijin Town? How did you come here?" Song Dekui murmured in a low voice, his voice trembling.

(End of this chapter)