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Chapter 374: Treasure Found
"Saint" is a mysterious word in the ancient Dragon Kingdom. At the same time, it is a word that is supreme, beautiful, admired and inviolable. When people mention "saint", they tend to think it is very holy and related to religion. This is no exception in the Acrobatics Kingdom.

However, the saint of the Acrobatics Country is different from the saint in our traditional sense. The girls of the Acrobatics Country enter the temple when they are young and become "saints". When they grow up, they will become the "slave" of the elders and cannot get married for life.

Throughout the ages, no matter which country it is, prostitution is a profession that is looked down upon, even if someone spends a fortune on them. Although it seems to be very popular, it can never change their inferior status, and they are ultimately just the burial objects of history.

But in the Acrobatic Kingdom, prostitutes here have a special sacred name, called "Saints". They are regarded as women of God, and enter the temple from childhood, giving everything to the gods. They also have a holy meeting every year to select young girls.

According to the tradition of the Acrobatics Country, on this day every year, no matter whether your family is poor or rich, you can send your children here to participate in the selection of the Saint.

Of course, wealthy families would not send their children here. Only those who are poor, hungry, and have difficulty in life would do so.

Because everyone understands what the saint means. Rich families can afford to raise children and are unwilling to let their children do these things, but people without money can only give up with pain.

On the day when the girl enters the temple, the temple will hold a grand ceremony. They will give the girl beautiful makeup, beautiful clothes, and beautiful veils.

After these girls enter the temple, they truly become members of the temple. They will serve the temple all their lives until the temple abandons them, and they cannot choose their own future.

Before they reach adulthood, they can only stay in the temple. Occasionally, during grand festivals, they can come out to listen to the wishes of pilgrims. However, everyone knows what the position of a saint is, so when believers bow down at the feet of the girl, they do not have a strong sense of reverence in their hearts. It is more of a routine.

Many people are curious about how these girls entered the temple. The temples in the Kingdom of Acrobatics appeared in the 2nd century AD. At that time, many rich people and nobles, in order to show their economic strength and to distance themselves from the poor, often did things that the poor could not do, such as donating gold, silver and jewelry to the temples.

However, there are so many gold, silver and jewelry in the temple, but they are actually of no use, because the elders of the temple cannot appear too worldly due to their status, so some people began to wonder what these elders of the temple need.

They believed that these elders had been in the temple for a long time and could not go out to get close to beautiful women. It would be more appropriate to send some beautiful women in instead of gold, silver and jewelry.

These elders are not devout believers, they are here just to make a living, in their opinion, desire is more important than faith. Therefore, through the arrangement of the rich and the needs of the poor, there is this activity of selecting girls every year.

Saints were originally respected people, but due to the special circumstances of the Acrobatics Country, they changed and became slaves of the elders' orders. Because they had no fear of God in their hearts, the saints became holy chickens. Later, some rich people and nobles could enjoy these women as long as they paid.

Until later generations, the temples in the Acrobatics Kingdom have always preserved this tradition. This is simply incredible. However, this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing should be the numbness and indifference of the people at the bottom. Maybe there have been resistances before, but they ended in vain, so they accepted and tolerated it again and again, and finally formed the current situation.

At this time, some people are curious, why don't the low-caste people at the bottom of these acrobatic countries stand up and resist?

From the perspective of world history, food has been the people's first necessity and life has been the foundation of the people since ancient times. Therefore, poverty and lack of food are the root causes of wars and uprisings.

Most of the peasant uprisings in ancient Longguo were caused by poverty, war or injustice. This is even more true at the global level. The more poor people a country has, the more likely it is to cause unrest and war. This is also the main reason why so many African countries are in unrest. Therefore, poverty is the biggest risk for countries around the world.

Especially in many rural areas and urban slums of the Acrobatics Country, there are many poor people. Many people can't even afford to eat. It can be said that poverty has reached the extreme. This is undoubtedly a huge risk for them, because if they are not careful, these poor people will eventually become the fuse of unrest and war.

But what we find strange is that after so many years of independence, the number of poor people in the country has not decreased, but increased. Logically, they should resist, but until now, no one has ever resisted. Why is this? In fact, there is only one reason, that is, the national nature of "accepting what is given to you".

There were few peasant uprisings in their history, and the changes of dynasties were basically caused by foreign invasions, and there were few internal changes of dynasties. Therefore, no matter how poor the Acrobatics Kingdom was, no one rebelled. The main reason for this was that they established the caste system and a hierarchical society from the beginning of the Aryan civilization, while the poor had religious shackles, which meant that they had to accept it.

The religion of the Acrobatic Nation tells the poor in the Acrobatic Nation that poverty is a form of spiritual practice, a test from the gods, and a symbol of their eventual ascension to heaven. So no matter how poor they are, they will not rebel, but instead think that this is spiritual practice, that this is what they should do, and that they must endure. Even if they drink a few sips of Ganges water, they will not revolt or rebel. This is the funniest side of their people.

So we can see that even if the people of Acrobatics cannot eat, they will not resist. Acrobatics even has a practice to deal with hunger, which means that the poor can think about and redeem themselves. This kind of mentality of accepting what comes and enjoying poverty makes it difficult for them to have explosive power internally, and they are extremely vulnerable to external attacks. When they are defeated, they can also accept it, because in the Acrobatics religion, failure is also destined by God, which is also the most vulnerable point of Acrobatics.

In a TV program in later generations, Director Zhang mentioned to a couple of travel bloggers what their people did when they had no food to eat. They didn't look for food everywhere or find something to do. Instead, they all squatted in front of other people's restaurants and hotels, sat cross-legged, and waited in a Buddhist manner for someone to bring out the leftover food from the restaurant and give it to them. If you didn't know, you would think they were doing some activities or basking in the sun. Wang Luo lives in a wealthy area, so this kind of situation is relatively rare, which is very interesting.

Wang Luo strolled around the temple and got a general understanding of the basic layout of the temple, as well as some places that were not allowed to be visited and hid secrets. Now that he had a clear idea of ​​it, he was just waiting to carry out the task.

After taking some symbolic photos, Wang Luo was about to leave.

"Thank you for your company and introduction. I have learned a lot. Your buildings are really some amazing works of art. You are worthy of being one of the four ancient civilizations. Don't worry, I will send these photos to relevant magazines later so that more people can understand your culture and your country."

Wang Luo politely saluted as a gentleman and said with a smile.

"This is what I should do. Many countries in the world don't know much about our great country of acrobatics. Thank you for presenting our civilization to the world. So, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Wang Luo waved goodbye, left the temple and returned to the hotel.

There was no conversation along the way. After returning to the hotel, Wang Luo had dinner early and went to bed. He waited until midnight to enter the temple for a thorough investigation, especially the areas that he had not been allowed to visit today.

At around 1:00 a.m., it was a dark and windy night. Just when he was doing something bad, Wang Luo stood up, turned into a little butterfly, and flew out through the window.

Following the best route surveyed during the day, he began to fly towards the temple. A few kilometers was nothing to Wang Luo. It was late at night and there was not even a ghost on the street. It was terribly quiet. Fortunately, he could transform. If he walked, he might bump into someone. Even as the direct descendant of the Swallow Sect, he could not guarantee that there would be no accidents. Now Wang Luo felt like an ancient hero who robbed the rich to help the poor. It didn't take long for Wang Luo to arrive at the temple. He didn't hesitate and flew directly to the area that he was not allowed to enter today.

Damn, what a piece of crap. You treat this crap as a treasure and don’t let people see it. I am really impressed. You have no sense at all. It is rubbish. "

Wang Luo cursed quietly in his heart.

He came to the area that the guide didn't let him enter today and opened a room at random. What he found was not any valuables such as gold, silver, and jewelry. What caught his eyes was a pile of densely packed, dirty hair piled up in the room.

Ha, he was puzzled. Why did you hide this broken hair as if it were a treasure? Do you have a god called "Hair God"?
It's so unlucky. It's a bad start.

In other words, Wang Luo just didn't know about this. In fact, in the Tirumala Vishnu Temple in Andhra Pradesh, in the south of the country of circus in later generations, 561 tons of believers' hair were collected in a very short period of time and were auctioned for 2500 million pounds.

Every day, a large number of pilgrims go here to worship, especially the believers of the state religion of Acrobatics, who go to the temple regularly to pray, donate tributes and fulfill their vows. Among them, shaving the head is considered the most noble sacrifice to the gods. Women will offer their hair as a sacrifice to the temple in order to be forgiven for their sins. If their wishes are fulfilled, all family members will go to the temple to shave their heads to thank their gods. Therefore, it is not surprising that the temple collects hair. They treat it as an industry. Later China was also a major importer of hair, which is simply outrageous.

After closing the door gently and returning to its original state, Wang Luo entered another room. This room was empty. Apart from some gilded statues, there was nothing else. Just when Wang Luo was about to leave, he discovered a clue. This room was side by side with the room where the hair was stored. The layout should be the same, but the problem was here. This room looked obviously smaller than the other one, but not much smaller. It was about the distance of one step for an adult.

"Haha, sure. If I hadn't been so perceptive, I would have been fooled. These idiots even knew how to build a mezzanine. That's amazing."

Wang Luo, who turned back into his original form, walked to the north wall and knocked gently with his hand. There was a "bang bang" sound from inside, which was different from the solid wall. There must be something fishy. It seems that the treasure of this temple is hidden inside. Interesting, too interesting. You simply don't treat the village chief as a cadre. When the ancestors of the Chinese played the game of hiding treasures in secret rooms, they didn't even know where it was, but you actually played this kind of roundabout way with him.

Besides, who is he? He is a member of the Swallow Sect. What does the Swallow Sect do? They are not only good at light-weight martial arts, but also robbing the rich to help the poor and going from house to house is their main job. This kind of mezzanine is nothing to them.

Using a flashlight covered with a black cloth, he began to search the surrounding area for the mechanism to open the mezzanine. Except for a few protruding statues, other places were empty, so the switch to open the mezzanine was on these statues.

With the help of the faint light, Wang Luo began to grope around, knocking here and touching there, and finally found the trick next to a small statue next to the big statue. The statue was shiny and bright, and some of the gold powder had been touched to reveal its original color, showing that it was often touched.

"Come on, it's you. Hehe, no matter how well you hide, you can't escape from my grasp. Let's see where you can run to."

He twisted it hard with his hands, and sure enough, it moved without any noise. It seemed that it was lubricated frequently. The wall also opened. He looked down with a flashlight and saw that it was a basement. The mezzanine was the passage into the basement. Wang Luo did not hesitate and started to enter directly.

This treasure room is not the tomb of the emperor of Dragon Kingdom. It does not have any quicksand mechanisms or anything like that. After all, he will have to enter it frequently, so he is not worried at all.

"I've made a fortune. I've made a lot of money. I'm not disappointed. I'm really rich."

After entering the basement, what caught his eyes was simply shocking. He had never seen so much money, whether in his previous life or this life. Not to mention gold and jewelry, there were at least a dozen sacks of banknotes, such as pounds and US dollars. When he opened one, he saw that they were all US dollars. When he opened another, he saw that they were pounds again. They were all banknotes of the largest denomination. It is estimated that all of these added up to hundreds of millions of US dollars.

Looking towards the corner, all kinds of gold and silver jewelry, gems, gold bricks, gold artworks and so on were casually placed on the shelves. When the light from the box shone on them, it was dazzling, too dazzling. Ah, I couldn't open my eyes, haha.

"Mine, mine, all mine, hehe."

Even though he already had the resources of a world and also got back a lot of gold from Xiaoben's bank, he couldn't stop his excitement at the moment. Who would complain about having too much money?

Although he was excited, he could not touch these treasures at the moment. He had just come to visit yesterday, and the temple was robbed today. Anyone might look at him with suspicion. Plus, his passport was fake. What if people went to the embassy to check it? He would be exposed. He had to keep a low profile. He needed to be patient for a few days. He could start to act after the storm had passed.

After looking at the treasures a few more times, Wang Luo hardened his heart and retracted his gaze. He walked out of the basement lightly, put the basement back to its original place, and quickly left the temple. The wealth was there, and he would not run away by himself. Good things are worth waiting for, and these will still belong to him in a few days. So he left.

It continued to transform into a little butterfly, flew out of the fence again, and quickly returned to the hotel through the window. After returning to the hotel, it first looked at the door. The hair stuck in the crack of the door was still there, which proved that no one had entered the room during the time he was away. Reassured, it climbed onto the bed, and suppressed its excitement as it planned to take a nap again.

But he was too excited at the moment, his hands were shaking, and he tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep. He had thought about how the country would use all this wealth, but it was too hard to bear. So he decided to exercise, and did hundreds of push-ups on the floor, sweating all over and panting from exhaustion, before he went to bed and fell asleep.

In the following time, Wang Luo acted like a serious traveler, holding a camera and carrying a backpack, running around the city, taking pictures here and looking there, leisurely and contented.

One day, Wang Luo returned to the hotel from outside, and people in the hotel began to whisper. Wang Luo was very curious, so he leaned over to listen to what was going on. Because Wang Luo spoke with a standard London accent and was very gentlemanly, many foreigners in the hotel knew him. They knew he was a traveler and didn't care that he came to inquire about the news.

"James, what happened? I feel a little strange today. It seems that the people in this country are very silent today. They are not as enthusiastic as before. Even the doorman at the door is not interested in chatting with me when I say hello to him. They were not like this before. They would chat with me when they saw me from a distance."

This man named James was a businessman from a large rural country. He lived across from Wang Luo's room, so he was familiar with Wang Luo. The two had had a few drinks together in the evening when they had nothing to do, so he took the initiative to join in their conversation.

"Hey, Brown, are you traveling again? Did you find anything interesting?"

Brown is the English name that Wang Luo gave himself, so everyone has always called him that.

"There's nothing good about this country. It feels like this country is in a mess, as if it were London in the last century. Look, their cows wander around the streets all day long, and no one cares about them. The hygiene is ridiculous. I never dare to eat outside food. Can you tell me what you are talking about? I'll buy you a drink. Waiter, give Mr. James a glass of rum. It's on my head."

(End of this chapter)