Bai Fan stood up without saying a word, and Wang Ran followed him. The two got off the bus one after the other.
Bai Fan still had no intention of speaking.
Wang Ran thought that this was not a solution. He flipped through his memories and then smiled and leaned over to Bai Fan: "I heard that Yong'an Temple was built by the great monk Yong'an in the Tang Dynasty. It has been famous for its efficacy throughout the dynasties."
The owner of this body had been to Yong'an Temple before and had some knowledge about the temple in his memory.
At this time, Bai Fan stopped and looked in the direction of Yong'an Temple.
Wang Ran looked forward,
He saw many people queuing in front of Yong'an Temple.
The pagoda is solemn and the land is pure and peaceful.
Yong'an Temple is famous and tourists from all over the country come to visit every day. In order to protect the buildings and landscapes inside Yong'an Temple, the temple has limited the number of visitors at the same time.
One person goes out and one person comes in.
Although it is morning, there is already a long queue in front of the door. If they queue up honestly, they will probably have to wait until noon.
I guess Bai Fan doesn't want to queue.
After all, Bai Fan is not a devout Buddhist. He just heard that Yong'an Temple is effective, so he came to ask for a fortune stick.
If he hesitated any longer, he might have given up.
Wang Ran rolled his eyes and said, "This year, there are many more people coming to Yong'an Temple to worship Buddha than last year. I know a small path that doesn't require queuing, which can save a lot of time."
Bai Fan snorted: "You know a lot."
Finally he was willing to speak.
Wang Ran smiled and said, "Follow me!"
Wang Ran led Bai Fan towards the east side of Yong'an Temple.
"A living person offering?"
Bai Fan saw a line of large gold-painted characters printed on the outer wall of the temple and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
“Do temples also offer human sacrifices?”
Wang Ran's ears moved slightly.
also
What's the meaning
Did the Apostles of Doomsday perform human sacrifices
While thinking, he reminded Bai Fan: "You read it the wrong way. This line of words should be read from right to left!"
"Oh - dedicating one's life?" Bai Fan suddenly realized, "That's what I said. It's the 21st century now. Sacrificing a living person is too outdated!"
Obviously, Bai Fan was against human sacrifice.
If the Apostle of Doom was sacrificing people alive, this would definitely be one of the reasons why Bai Fan betrayed the Apostle of Doom.
Bai Fan asked, "Where is the path you mentioned?"
Wang Ran showed a mischievous smile: "It's right in front of me!"
Bai Fan looked blankly at the vermilion wall in front of him.
He wondered, "Are we there yet?"
Isn't this a wall
Wang Ran said with a smile: "There is no one inside or outside the wall. We can climb in from here and don't have to queue."
Bai Fan took a deep breath and said, "Is this the path you mentioned where you don't have to queue?"
Wang Ran answered as a matter of course: "Yes! No need to queue!"
Bai Fan glared and asked, "But where is the road?"
Wang Ran replied calmly: "There was no road in the world originally, but when more people walked on it, it became a road! If you can pass through it, it is a road, right? You can't climb over it, right?"
Bai Fan said angrily: "Who said I can't get over it?"
Wang Ran asked back: "Then what else are you dissatisfied with?"
No need to queue√
Road √
Isn’t this all there
Bai Fan said in a deep voice: "Aren't you afraid of being blamed by the Buddha?"
Wang Ran asked back: "How do you know this is not the Buddha's arrangement?"
After saying that, he jumped up and clung to the wall of the courtyard.
"Stop dawdling!"
He pushed himself up with his hands and sat down on the wall in an elegant manner, then leaned back towards the wall and quickly disappeared from Bai Fan's sight.
Bai Fan said anxiously: "Hey! Wait for me!"
…
The plaque of Yong'an Temple was written by Liu Zongyuan, one of the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties. It was repaired by monks of successive generations and gilded by royal order in the Ming Dynasty. Its market value is estimated at 30 million RMB.
Behind the plaque is a magnificent square.
In the center of the square stands an incense burner made of 9 tons of white copper. When tourists see this incense burner, they are willing to buy a stick of incense to worship it, so that the smell of incense and candles lingers in the air for days.
When you walk past the incense burner and look up, you can see the magnificent Yong'an Golden Buddha Pagoda. There are 686 Buddha statues enshrined in the pagoda, which also hides countless treasures. Tourists are usually prohibited from entering.
"I'm so amazed! This temple is so luxurious!" Bai Fan was amazed by the sight before him, "Even the roof of the temple is gilded?"
So far, every hall they passed by was shining with gold.
Wang Ran agreed: "The rich are inhumane!"
Yong'an Temple accepts incense and offerings from Buddhists of all generations. The total value of all items in the temple is more than 2 billion. It is said that the Golden Pagoda also contains rare and precious relics, which are even more priceless!
But what's the use
Wang Ran murmured, "The incense burner cannot fulfill wishes, and the Buddha statue cannot resolve suffering. Faith is just an illusory spiritual sustenance."
When the end of the world came, how many people did this thousand-year-old temple shelter
Not one!
The army carrying out the rescue operation did not even go in the direction of Yong'an Temple, because no one survived there. From the abbot to the believers, all died tragically without exception.
Bai Fan looked at Wang Ran in surprise.
A monk in gray robes walked towards Wang Ran and said: "All living beings suffer, Buddha and I suffer the same. If you want to seek bliss, you can only save yourself."
Wang Ran lowered his head and said, "No offense."
The monk clasped his hands together and said, "It's okay!"
Bai Fan asked, "Where should I go to get a fortune?"
The monk smiled peacefully.
"plz follow me."
The monk led Wang Ran and Bai Fan to a side hall where many people gathered to draw lots. There was a huge transparent merit box outside the hall.
The monk said: "Both drawing and interpreting the divination are free. If you are willing, you can donate some incense. It doesn't matter how much you donate."
He turned around and took out a lottery ticket.
"Who's going first?"
Wang Ran looked at Bai Fan.
Bai Fan stretched out his hand: "I'll go first!"
The monk shook the lottery box gently a few times and said gently, "Pick a lot based on your intuition, don't think about it."
Bai Fan nodded.
He took out a stick with four lines of small words written on it.
When times are bad, peace comes.
The water in the well is clear.
Prosperous like the sun and the moon,
Yelang meets the literary star.
Bai Fan stared at the lot again and again. He seemed to have thought of something. After a few seconds, he handed the lot to the monk: "Master, please interpret it for me."
The monk took the lot and looked at it: "What do you want to ask?"
Bai Fan thought for a moment and said, "I want to do something that is a little dangerous. I want to ask if it can be done."
Wang Ran looked up at the monk.
The monk picked up the fortune stick and pondered, "I have been wandering around the world for several years, but I have not achieved fame or fortune and am stuck on the road..."
Bai Fan's face darkened.
Although he didn't know how to interpret the divination,
But these two sentences are obviously not good things.
The monk changed the subject and said, "Today I meet the noble official, and the beautiful spring scenery fills the imperial capital!"
Bai Fan asked in confusion: "What do you mean?"
"You will encounter obstacles at the beginning of what you are going to do, and you may find it difficult to move forward, which may make you want to give up halfway." The monk said solemnly, "But you should use your wisdom and persevere to the end. With the help of noble people, you will surely succeed!"
Wang Ran’s eyelids were twitching wildly.
Bai Fan looked confused: "A noble man's help?"
"Today I met Guan Guili. Think carefully about whether you have met any special people in the past two days?" The monk said softly, "He may be your benefactor."
Someone special...
Bai Fan thought for two seconds and turned to look at Wang Ran.