Chapter 26 Chapter Twenty-Four

Xie Huiren secretly blamed himself. According to regulations, ancient Chinese temples had to sit north-south, and the main halls such as the Mountain Gate, Tianwang Hall, Daxiong Hall, Dharma Hall, and Tibetan Scripture Pavilion must be on the north-south axis, but they are now driving on the road from west to east. If the mountain where the temple is located is on the right side of the car, then he can only see the mountain, but not the temple to the south of the mountain.Unless it's a big temple with a tall tower.But the temple he was looking for was just a small temple that didn't even meet the "standard configuration", and it was built on the mountainside in the south of the mountain.

Sally drove the car to the foot of the mountain, and Xie Huiren frowned unconsciously. It seemed that the temple had been abandoned for a long time, and even the road up the mountain was covered with weeds, bushes and branches. Sally looked at the dress shoes he was wearing and smiled secretly.I changed my sneakers. The two climbed up the mountain along the vaguely recognizable road. The mountain is not high, and the so-called mountain road is just a little bit steeper than the road in the country. However, Xie Huiren walked very slowly. Every step he took, he walked around. Look, look at this path that he has walked countless times.He thought of his childhood, the kind grandma, the kind master, the early morning bells in the temple, the smell of incense candles, and the tower behind the temple, where he often sneaked to play, and he still remembered that the tower was broken It turned out that there was a hole in it. When he played hide-and-seek with the little girl next door, he would go into that hole.

Sally followed behind him without saying a word. She kept her head down and followed him very silently. When they arrived at the mountain gate, Sally seemed to have something on her mind, and said in a low voice, "Go in, I'll wait for you at the gate." Through the mountain gate, Xie Huiren looked at the dilapidated temple. The inside was overgrown with weeds and dilapidated, and it was difficult to make out the road. There seemed to be some small animals in the weeds that were frightened and scurrying around. "I'll come out after I go and have a look, you wait here for me."

As he spoke, Xie Huiren broke off a branch and used it as a broom, and cleaned the long bluestone at the mountain gate where he had sat, and said, "Sit for a while when you're tired." Sally looked up at him, eyes misty. Xie Huiren walked into the temple, felt his nose sore, and felt sad.The bluestone slab road from the mountain gate to the Daxiong Palace was cleaned every morning when he was a child, but now, there are weeds growing out of the cracks in the stones.Although the Daxiong Palace in front of us was dilapidated back then, it was not as dilapidated as it is now. The pillars were mottled back then, and now the red paint has long since disappeared, but the bottom is black. Obviously, it was burned by the destroyers. When it burns, it goes out.A layer of withered and yellow leaves fell on the tiles of the main hall, making it even more desolate.

Xie Huiren was a little sad. He continued to walk inside, and he didn't have to go far. Although there was no light in the Daxiong Palace, he could already see the outline clearly.His heart sank. The Buddha statue had been destroyed. It was obviously smashed by someone. There were marks on his arms, hands and head.He felt sad again, as if he saw the master in the hall, chanting the name of the Buddha, and caressing the Buddha statue sadly. Sighing, he decided not to enter the main hall, and went directly to the monks' rooms where the master and he lived.He had just turned around the Daxiong Palace, and he was already in tears.All ruined.It seems that the vandals thought it was troublesome to burn the main hall, so they burned down the monk's house with simple construction.The room where the master lived, that is, his abbot, had collapsed in half, the other half was covered with broken bricks and tiles, and only half of the dark wall was still standing.On the left, there used to be the room where several young masters lived with him, but now it is completely invisible.On the right was the meditation room at that time, where he studied and did his homework with the little masters.When he entered for the first time, he was a little scared. Some of the statues in the meditation room looked very weird, far less dignified than the Buddha statues in the Daxiong Hall.The little masters coaxed him, pointed to one of them and said that the three-headed and six-armed one is Nezha, and the hot wheel on his feet.

"Is it a powerful fairy?" Xie Huiren was a little afraid of this strange guy when he was a child. The little master hugged him and said: "Well, it's very powerful, but don't be afraid, he is a child, about the same age as you." Xie Huiren laughed through his tears, and gradually fell in love with this weird-looking child fairy. Later, Xie Huiren learned that Nezha is the transliteration of the Sanskrit "Narajiupo", and he is the third son of King Bishamon, commonly known as Duowen King, one of the four heavenly kings in charge of the north.He used to be the god Kubera in ancient Hinduism, and it is recorded in the ancient Indian epic "Maha Parada".In India at that time, his true identity was the God of Wealth.During the Tang Dynasty, masters Shan Wuwei, Vajra Zhi and Bukong came to China to teach the Dharma, and brought with them the Tantric scriptures about King Bishamon. The Buddhist scriptures said that he held a pagoda in his hand, but later, I don’t know how it was passed down. The Samana Heavenly King turned out to be the Chinese version of Tota Heavenly King Li Jing.They actually became ministers under the Jade Emperor, one became the commander-in-chief of the heavenly soldiers, and the other became the vanguard officer.Especially in Heli, many people think that they are Taoist gods.

However, no matter how ingeniously adapted and disguised, there will always be traces of Buddhism.For example, Nezha's lotus incarnation must have come from Buddhism.The more important symbol is his Hot Wheels, which is the deified symbol of ancient chariots in the South Asian subcontinent, and a single wheel is called "wheel treasure".Later, countries in South Asia created the "Running Wheel King", which is their god of war. According to legend, he is a king who can conquer the world.Before Shakyamuni became a monk, his father, King Jingfan, wanted him to inherit the throne and become the "king of the wheel" in the secular world.After the Buddha became enlightened, this symbol continued to be used, and the symbol of God of War was changed to Zhuan Falun.The Buddha-shaped wheel symbol is now also the symbol of the World Buddhist Association.

Wind, fire, wheel, Buddhism. Thinking of this, Xie Huiren seemed to have returned to his childhood. He was always curious to see the Hot Wheels that Nezha was stepping on. Once he asked the old abbot, how could he stand up?And when the wheel turns, do you still step on it?The innocent words made the teacher and father laugh out loud. Xie Huiren smiled slightly. In this ruined temple, he found his childhood happiness. However, he immediately remembered the last time he saw his master.Ah, that silver bracelet, the master said, fearing that it might be dangerous for him to carry it with him, so he wanted to bury it.

But what is the danger?Is it because he is afraid that he, a child, will be robbed by money-grubbing bad guys? And Master, where will the bracelet be buried?Xie Huiren vaguely felt that it must be in this temple.But where can I find it? Master, where are you?Is it still alive? At this time, his cell phone rang.