Reincarnation Train Restart [Unlimited]

Although the four old men did not answer clearly, their expressions said everything. Obviously, Wu Xiajiu was right.

The name of this village is Buddha Village.

After the four old people left, Wu Xiajiu unwrapped the bundled bedding and sent them out.

The bedding should have not been used for a long time, it looks old and tattered, and many places have been patched.

After spreading it out for a while, there is even a musty smell, and some surfaces still have a little dust and fluff attached.

"Ahem." A Miao stretched out her hand and patted it, choking on the dust.

Mi Tai looked disgusted, picked up a corner of the quilt and said: "How long has it been since this has been dried or washed? It's too dirty, can it be covered?!"

But it is cold at night, and if you don't cover it, you will be frozen. There is no way to keep warm with just the clothes on your body.

So no matter how unwilling you are, you have to be patient.

Before the bedding is used, it is best to dust off as much dust as possible.

Some people think that it is enough to make do with the cover, so they go back to the room with the quilt and spread it.

Outside the two-story small building, Amiao couldn't help looking at Wu Xiajiu, and asked, "Monastery Master, how did you know the name of the village? Is it because there are many Buddha statues in the village?"

But the village can also be named after the temple, for example, Wanxin village does not have to use the word "Buddha".

Wu Xiajiu was skillful in the posture of dusting off the quilt. Hearing this, he took two steps back slightly to avoid the flying dust, and said, "Well, almost all the Buddha statues in the village are Shakyamuni Buddha."

"'Buddha' is a Sanskrit transliteration word, which means the enlightened one in Sanskrit, and is the respectful name Buddhists give to Sakyamuni Buddha."

"In addition, the old man said that the Nirvana Festival will be held in the village in four days. Combining the handwriting and strokes left on the top of the village gate and the relief stories on the stone pillars, it is not difficult to guess."

Although the first two handwritings are illegible, there are still many clues pointing to them.

Standing aside, Mi Tai was stunned and confused, and couldn't help but ask, "The reliefs on the two stone pillars at the gate of the village tell a story? What is Nirvana Festival?"

"How do you know so much, aren't you a Taoist priest?"

Li Qianqian and Ah Zhi couldn't help but look over.

Wu Xiajiu dusted off the dust and folded the quilt, clasped it with one hand, raised his eyes and said, "Nirvana Festival is a Buddhist festival commemorating the death of Shakyamuni Buddha."

"I know so much because I usually read a lot."

"It doesn't matter how much you know. It's not just about brains here. Some smart people can survive to the end."

A sneer suddenly came from behind.

Wu Xiajiu turned his head, Huang Ya, the supervisor and others were coming out of the house.

Huang Ya: "You guys are going to come here for a spring outing? You're always slow to do anything, don't hurry up!"

The supervisor said from behind: "We plan to go to Wanxin Temple to look for clues about whether there are any tickets. After all, this village has nothing to do with Buddha."

If you happen to complete some information, the chances of getting a ticket with a longer duration will be greater.

Who doesn't want to live longer.

Therefore, after the supervisor finished speaking, A Miao Mitai and others hurried into the room to put the bedding, A Miao also took advantage of the situation and pulled Wu Xiajiu who was still walking at a leisurely pace, telling him to move faster.

Wu Xiajiu did not reject A Miao's kindness.

The scope of the Buddha Village seems to be very large, but the population in the village is very small, and they are all old people. There are very few people you meet along the way.

When an old man learned that they were going to Wanxin Temple, he immediately smiled and said, "Go to Wanxin Temple and pay homage. I hope the Bodhisattva will protect you and keep you safe."

The old people seem to have a good impression of Wanxin Temple.

But Wu Xiajiu couldn't help feeling puzzled—since the old people in this village still worshiped and prayed for Buddha, and respected Wanxin Temple very much, why did they scramble and destroy the handwriting on the top of the gate of the village?

This is obviously contradictory and unreasonable.

While thinking, Wanxin Temple was already in sight.

This temple has an apricot-yellow courtyard wall, surrounded by green bushes and ancient trees, the ridge of the temple is gray and gray, and there are many auspicious clouds and reliefs of Buddha statues carved under the eaves.

——A plaque with the words "Wanxin Temple" hangs, and underneath is the open gate of the temple.

Huang Ya walked in first, turned around, and found that the temple was empty.

The temple is not big, there is only a main hall where Buddha statues are placed, altars, incense burners, wooden fish, futons, but there is no Buddhist incense.

The whole hall is empty, but it is relatively clean. I don't know what it was like when the incense was at its peak.

Wu Xiajiu originally thought that this trip to Wanxin Temple would return in vain, but he did turn around a few times and found nothing.

When Huang Ya was about to leave, an old man suddenly came in at the gate of the temple.

The old man was holding something in his arms, and when he saw them, he stopped and asked, "Come to worship Buddha?"

Huang Ya got close, and because he had nothing to gain, he said impatiently: "Worshiping any Buddha, there is no incense."

The old man said: "Coincidentally, I brought Buddha incense here."

"I'm the only incense maker left in the village. If you want incense, I'm the only one who has it. I'm usually the only one who guards this Wanxin Temple, and almost no one comes."

The old man walked into the main hall as he spoke, and unfolded the paper bag in his arms on the altar, revealing the bundled Buddhist incense.

The old man let them take it by themselves.

"Do you want to worship?" Ping An couldn't help asking.

He wanted to worship, but Huang Ya and the others didn't move, so he didn't dare to move either.

"Bye, don't you want to keep safe?" Mi Tai said, and went forward to take three incense sticks.

After using the fire to light it, Mi Tai bowed three times, then inserted the incense into the empty incense burner, the smoke curled upwards, and there was a bit of incense in the hall instantly.

Mitai stepped aside, and Laodou stepped forward.

Seeing this, Ping An hurriedly followed to get the incense, and the others did the same.

Mi Tai had nothing to do for the time being, so he approached the old incense maker, "What do you call me?"

The old man: "Huang Jixing, just call me Huang Lao."

"This little brother won't take incense and worship Buddha?"

The last sentence was obviously not to Mi Tai, he followed the old man's gaze - it was Wu Xiajiu who was still standing there without moving.

Wu Xiajiu said lightly, "I don't worship Buddha."

Mi Tai: "Ah, yes, you are a Taoist priest with different sects."

"But since it's to keep you safe, don't worry about it so much. You won't be blamed by God... Eh? Where are you going?"

Just as he was talking, Wu Xiajiu suddenly walked outside the temple.

"Walk around." Wu Xiajiu said.

Mitai scratched his hair.

When Wu Xiajiu was about to cross the threshold of the temple, he turned his head and glanced - Mr. Huang stood in the center of the hall and stared at his back. After meeting his gaze, he suddenly grinned.

……

The ancient village is built on the mountain, the terrain is high and low.

It is possible to come out of a house and walk forward for a certain distance, and you can see the roof of the house below.

Leaving Wanxin Temple and walking up, there are fewer and fewer houses, the terrain is getting higher and higher, and the path is getting more and more sideways. In the end, there is only a rugged path left, and even Buddha statues are rare.

Going forward, the weeds have reached the ankles, and the grass tips have scratched below the knees, pierced into the trouser legs, and scratched.

Finally, the end of the path was completely covered by weeds, and the branches and leaves of the canopy were intertwined and inseparable, as if to block the sunlight.

Looking through the gaps covered by the branches, it was pitch black beyond the woods.

Wu Xiajiu brushed aside the grass, stepped on the grass that was about to bounce back and came to a tree.

There was no shelter to block the eyes, and Wu Xiajiu saw that the thick trunk of the tree was tied with a hemp rope as thick as a fist.

The hemp rope is very long, going around this tree, and then around that tree...

The surrounding trees are all connected with hemp ropes to form a blocking effect.

Don't let it go?

Could it be that this is a forbidden area of ​​some ancient village?

While thinking to himself, Wu Xiajiu touched the hemp rope with his hands. The moment his fingertips touched the hemp rope, the wristband became hot for a moment, and then the panel appeared in front of him——

[Congratulations to the passengers for discovering the forbidden area of ​​Guzhai and obtaining relevant information - the secrets in the forbidden area (to be explored)]

Is it really a forbidden place? !

Wu Xiajiu blinked in surprise, wondering what secrets would be inside?

At present, there is still too little information about this ancient village. Why are there only old people left in the village?Where have all the young people and children gone?

Why is the Wanxin Temple, which used to be a prosperous place of incense, now desolate and silent?

There may be some clues in the forbidden area.

Wu Xiajiu planned to go in and take a look, but the moment he pulled the hemp rope, an old voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"What are you doing here?"

Wu Xiajiu turned around abruptly.

An old man held a shovel and stood only three steps away from him, staring at him with a sullen expression.

The shovel was covered with dirt and rust, but it was still usable.

When did this old man appear behind him? !It was so silent, there was no movement at all!

Wu Xiajiu had a slight cold sweat on his back, but his expression didn't change at all. He pointed to the weeds beside him and said, "The flowers are not bad, I want to pick some back."

The eyes of the old man moved along his fingers—a lot of yellow and white wild flowers bloomed in the weeds, and they bloomed really well.

But the old man's eyes moved back again, with a suspicious expression and a scrutinizing expression.

After a long while, the corner of the old man's mouth curled up stiffly, and he said: "Flowers are not edible, what can you do with picking them, outsiders are not allowed in this place, go back quickly."

Seeing that he would throw a shovel at someone if he didn't leave, Wu Xiajiu nodded and left.

When walking down the path, Wu Xiajiu could still feel that the old man was still standing there, his gaze fixed on him.

It wasn't until Wu Xiajiu turned a small bend that his gaze disappeared.

He stopped and frowned.

From the train to the present, the sky is getting late, and the jackdaws in the distant mountains are singing alone.

Taking advantage of the fact that the sun had not fully set, Wu Xiajiu looked down from a high place where the terrain was more open and less obstructed.

—— Nearby, he saw the apricot-yellow courtyard wall and blue-gray roof of Wanxin Temple, and scattered houses nearby.

A little further away is the entrance where they entered the stockade, further away...

Wu Xiajiu squinted his eyes and looked at it—it was in the other direction from the entrance of the village, far away, and completely opposite to Wanxin Temple.

That place seems to be...why does it also look like a temple? !

Could it be that there are two temples in Buddha Village? !

At this moment, the bracelet became hot again for a moment, and the panel appeared——

[Congratulations to the passengers who discovered the Wangu Temple and obtained relevant information - the story of the eminent monk (to be explored)]

Wu Xiajiu: "..."

Unexpected joy.

He obviously just wanted to take a look at the topography of the ancient village.

The dim yellow light was about to retreat from the horizon. No matter how good your eyesight was, the Wangu Temple was far away from the forbidden area, and the sky was so dark that you couldn't see anything clearly.

So, Wu Xiajiu hurried down before dark.

The author has something to say:

Jiujiu: For the sake of the shovel, I won't argue with you.