Chapter 9 9

Legend has it that the heavenly god craftsman came out of the house to welcome Luomo. In the Yuangu era, he laid the foundation stone for the temple of the gods of the three realms. According to research by historians: the Kirat tribe living in the forest built this temple, and the god paper originally belonged to them. It will be prepared and ① but the blind occupation of the workers will hang for a day.Blood flowed like a river in the temple of my brother@xinshi. This revision was renamed Bo Jing, hidden behind the new canon, and survived. The thousand-year-old city of Yu has changed its direction, and now the Kirat tribe has been reduced to untouchables, and their road to the temple is blocked.

The cottages of the Kirat tribe, who are excluded from society, are scattered on the east bank of the Ganges. They believe in gods, sing beards and reform but have no temples.Delicate with their hands, and unerring in the judgment of their eyes, they are good at laying stone walls, growing silver flowers on brass vessels, and knowing the inner corners of marble gods. The sword has robbed them of their universal foot-seat; it has cut off the mark of dignity from their dress and manner, and deprived them of the right to knowledge. They can only look at the golden dome of the temple standing on the western horizon, and they can only build worship temples, but the imaginary temple is still so familiar.

October 15th is the Household Gods Festival. On the temporary high platform, drums and money are played, pianos are played, tents are everywhere, and banners are fluttering.The roadsides are full of commodities—bronze wares, silver jewellery, idols, silk cloth, children’s rattles, clay dolls, leaf windows, offerings, garlands, incense candles, jars of holy water… The magician shrieked and played tricks. Folk artists vividly tell about Ramayana guards in wide-eyed uniforms patrolling on horseback. The minister sat crookedly on the soft couch on the back of the elephant, and the soldiers blew their horns in front of them to clear the way.

Awt, the wife of a noble family, is sitting in a sedan chair with embroidered curtains, surrounded by servants and servants. Under the grid supported by five village leaders sat You Fangzeng, with disheveled hair, black and gray bread, and naked clothes. At his feet were the offerings of fruits, milk, sweets, cheese, rice, and potatoes from the believers. Cheers echoed Chi Xingyun. Tomorrow is the first time the king will pass the old moon. When the king arrives on an elephant, he must pass the appointment and draw a J garland according to the lung cancer field.painted with auspicious Ling Lei gathered, the trees stood still as if frightened, and the dogs barked inexplicably.The horse looked at the invisible thing and pricked up its ears and neighed.

Suddenly, there was a dull and frightening sound from the ground, as if all the monsters in hell were beating their war drums together. The wall clock in the temple rang rapidly, and the elephants broke free from their ropes and ran wildly like clouds. The underground storm rises rapidly, camels, buffaloes, cattle, goats, sheep, panting and running.Thousands of faithful men and women were bewildered, unable to distinguish between relatives and strangers, and unable to distinguish between east, west, north, and east, they trampled on each other, screaming and running for their lives. The ground cracked, and gusts of hot water came out, wisps of smoke and dust.The clear water from Chiyu mixed into the sand layer below.

The bell on the flying scull swayed, and with a loud bang, the bell died out.For a moment when the earth was silent, the round moon hung down from the western sky. One after another tents were on fire, and the smoke soaring into the sky was like a python wrapping around the moonlight. The next day, the cries of the lost relatives were heard everywhere. To prevent accidents, the imperial army surrounded the temple. The astrologer said: "Your Majesty, the temple must be repaired before the fifteenth day of next month, otherwise, the gods will leave." The king's decree: repair immediately.

Minister: The prelude said: "Only the Kirat people can make statues of gods, but they must not let their eyes stand on the statues of gods. The holiness of gods is desecrated, and repairing them is a waste of money." The king ordered to summon Madab, the leader of the Kirat tribe. Madab is over sixty years old, with white hair and silver beard, and a clean white turban on his head. His purple and silver-like upper body is exposed, and his lower body is wrapped with a yellow earthen cloth. His eyes reveal the reverence of Hualang.He has carefully presented a bouquet of frangipani flowers at the king's feet, stepped back a few steps, and prostrated himself on the ground.

The king opened his mouth and said, "I heard that it is illegal to repair temples." " "This is the favor of the gods for the common people." After saying that, Madab bowed down to the temple. "Blindfolded, can you make a statue of a god? "The master of the soul instructs the people to work, and they don't need to open their eyes when they are carving." Hundreds of Kirat people built stone walls outside the temple. Ma Dabu's eyes were wrapped with several layers of black cloth, and he carved a statue of a god in the temple. He was not allowed to come out day and night.

"Hurry up, hurry up, time flies, Guise is coming soon." The minister often came to urge. Madab Hexue said: "Whoever does it, he will do it with all his might. I am just his tool." The eye-catching Ma Dabu talked to Shishi with the mold of his finger. Shishi answered every question. The guards supervised the work and prevented him from untiing the cloth strips. Astrologers also came to ask: "The night of the 11th is an auspicious day for His Majesty to offer sacrifices to the gods for the first time. Can the project be completed as scheduled?" Madab clasped his hands together and replied, "I'm not qualified to answer. When the master of the heart bestows grace, I will repay it. Before that, anyone who asks will only delay the construction period."

The sixth and seventh day of the lunar new year passed, and the bleak moonlight passed through the temple gate and fell on Mada's silver hair. The sun was setting, and the eleventh moon rose into the gray sky. Madab sighed for a long time, and said, "Hey, guards, go and deliver a message. The statue is finished. Don't miss the auspicious day." The guards hurried out of the temple. Ma Dabu untied the black cloth, only to see the moonlight on the eleventh day.Long's majestic and compassionate statue, he knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, stared at the god king, two lines of tears came out of his eyes.

Today, the long-cherished wish of Kirat believers to pay homage to the king of gods has been fulfilled for thousands of years. When the king entered the temple, he saw Madab's head sticking to the base of the altar, angrily drew his sword and chopped off, and Madab's head was separated immediately. This is the first and last time that Madab will worship at the feet of the gods. ① This refers to the master of the soul. ① One of the four major castes in India. Gundab is a famous actress in Tiangong. His lover, Madusili, went to Beibang to make a lot of noise.They also couldn't keep up with each other, and the accompaniment singing was out of tune, which led to the female singers who came out of the team to be in the same group as Youshanhu ". Sagu ① dazzling four or four cases of answering questions. Zidab in a certain field became ugly due to the nagging use of Ya.He was plucked and reincarnated into the royal family of Kandar, named Oruneshal. When Madusli returned, she saluted Saji's pig head and begged, "Don't separate us, let us fall into the world and share weal and woe." Saji looked at Indra, the god of thunder, in pain. Indra moved his heart of compassion, "I will make you perfect, go down. You suffer for him, and you also give him pain. In the pain, eliminate his sin of disrupting entertainment." Madhus was born into the Matero royal family, named Camlica. One day, King Oruneshal of Kandal met Xiao Zhi, the princess of Matro, Camlica, and couldn't sleep at night, so he sent an imperial envoy to Matro to ask for marriage. The king of Matro Kingdom was overjoyed and said, "This is the great blessing of the princess." On the auspicious time of February 15th, a lyre belonging to King Oruneshar was placed on the throne inlaid with pearls and jade on the back of the elephant, and sent to King Matro's palace. The drums played together, and the princess and Oruneshar The symbol of the lyre was married, and then rushed to Kandal day and night. After entering the unlit dark room one after another, the king and the queen were at a disadvantage. A few days later, Camlica said: "I am eager to pay my respects to your majesty's distinguished guests." "You can see me in the song," said the king. In the dark, the king danced the heavenly dance around the queen while playing the lyre. It was like the tide hitting the beach at night. The love filled with love made the queen's heart agitated and tears flowed. At four o'clock a day, the eastern sky is shining with the morning star.Camlica covered the king's feet with her fruity hair, and begged, "Please allow me to see Your Majesty for the first time in the first light." The king politely refused: "Queen, don't damage the sweet union of not seeing each other." "Should I be deprived of the joy of watching His Majesty forever? This is a curse more terrible than the eyes!" The queen turned away resentfully. The king gave in: "Tomorrow is the day when I dance with all my lovers in the Nachogos forest. You can stand on the top of the palace and watch." The queen sighed, "How do you recognize Your Majesty?" "You can imagine freely, imagination is reality." The next night the queen greeted the king again in the dark room. The queen said: "The dance I saw was like the spring breeze blowing the new leaves of the sal tree. All the dancers were as handsome as the people in the moon, but one was so ugly that he was like the accomplice of the tengu. Disgusting. How did he get the right to go straight into the woods?" Guozheng was silent and Li Bai said: "Lahuli's supreme feeling, Cuojiang's call to the truth, the sun's widening thinking of the dark clouds of Chazhe, and drawing rainbows on the forehead of the dark clouds. Heaven has pity on the long desert of the cursed world, and the lush beauty appears in the desert. Beloved, has not pity filled your heart with tenderness?" "No, Majesty, no wow!" The queen covered her face with her hands. The King said in a weeping tone, "Your compassion for that man makes your heart full. Why do you harden your heart to loathe him?" "I cannot tolerate discord that spoils artistic taste," said the Queen, rising from her chair. The king flicked her hand: "You can bear it the day you give your sincere affection. In the self-sacrifice of ugliness lies the triumph of 'beauty'." The queen raised her eyebrows slightly: "I don't understand Your Majesty's intention to protect the 'unbeautiful'. The cuckoo crows to welcome the dawn when I feel the light in the darkness. I hope that when the sun rises today, Your Majesty will appear in my daylight." "You will be rewarded like a mirror," the king resolved. "Keep timidity away from me." The queen saw the true face of the king in the sunlight. The pillars of love crumbled. "Cruel hypocrisy! Cruel deception!" screamed Camlica and ran out of the palace. The secluded palace in Wang's forest pig farm where she lives is like a morning star shyly hidden in the clouds. In the middle of the night, she faintly heard the sad tune played by the lyre. This tune is so familiar, and it suppresses the hint of the distant place in the dream. Day after day, she couldn't see people jumping needles like shadows under the dark background, but she could see them clearly on the screen of her heart, just like seeing the wail of a South China Sea hurricane among the swaying branches and leaves in an empty cedar forest.Why does the queen feel this way?The desperate parting awakened her nostalgia?The flame of the mud lamp ignited the golden lamp?The sober bird flies over the cold nest, and the sound of flapping wings excites the old bird's wings? The lyre played mournful music. The stars have the silent incantation of the too penanced night. The queen sat up on the couch, her hair was disheveled, and she was in a daze.The sound of the piano paved an endless road of reunion in the night sky, and her thoughts traveled on this Qiying road.Who is she looking for?Looking for someone you've never met before? One day, the fragrance of the bitter tree sent a wonderful invitation to the queen's bedroom.The queen went to the window and saw the counterpart of the shadow of the gun again, the high-reported Hong Tao! The queen trembled. In the night when the egg sings and cuts, the last quarter moon hovers on the horizon. The silent Qinglin spread the silent sun into the queen's limbs, making her dance involuntarily. This is a dance in this life, and it is also a dance in the past! After another two nights, the strings of the zither danced with exciting music. Camlica said in her heart; "Oh, sad one, don't call, I will delay no longer." However, to whom does she go?The one invisible to the naked eye?how is this possible?The person seen on the curtain of the heart has brought the invisible person to the kingdom of myth by the sea?Where is the road connecting the Kingdom of God? On the night of the new moon when the moon was hidden, the call for "darkness" became more and more urgent, and a vigorous echo was stirred up in the pathless cave in Renhou's mind. The lyre vaguely narrates the past events of the heavenly world with gradually clearer tunes. "I must go today. I am not afraid of my eyes." The queen said to herself and left the palace, stepping on dead leaves to the old bodhi tree. The sound of the piano disappeared, and the queen stopped. "Don't be afraid, dear queen." The king's words thundered like rain clouds. "I'm not afraid, Your Majesty has won." The queen took out the lamp covered by the sari and held it up to the king. The queen stared at the king intently, and said after a while, "My lord, my majesty is very beautiful." ① Wife of Indra, the god of thunder.