PS: The content of this chapter is more difficult, and students who have not learned Chinese well in high school may seem to be struggling.

Originally, Mu Qimiya thought that Shakru was going to take her to some scenic spots, but when she arrived, she found that it was this kind of place, and she suddenly felt that she couldn't cry or laugh, but fortunately, Shakru explained it very humorously.

"Mia, you see, this position should be a slender hand and a zaza machine according to your ancient Chinese!" said Shakru, pointing to a statue. (Well, I will put the relevant pictures in the group, and then everyone should find that my description is very accurate, in fact, I believe that even if you don't look at the pictures, you old drivers should be able to guess!)

Looking at this statue of the goddess helping the male god with her hand, Mu Qimiya cried and laughed and said: "Boss, I feel that your Chinese culture is better than me, a Chinese, by the way, where does this poem come from?" Why do I seem to sound a little familiar?"

Shakru asked a little strangely: "Actress, didn't you learn when you were in school?" Slender hands, Zaza machine stick. All day long, sobbing like rain. The river is clear and shallow, and it is a little different. Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent!"

"Well, it seems that I have learned, the first and last sentences are quite familiar, but I have forgotten them for so many years!" replied Mu Qimiya with some embarrassment.

"If you have time, you still have to read these ancient poems, otherwise when you become a big star, have a reporter interview or appear on some show, a few lines of poetry can appear to be cultural!" Shakru admonished.

Then he pointed to a common position and said: "This is the flower path that has never been swept by guests, and the pengmen has been opened for you now!"

Mu Qimiya nodded and replied: "I know this, the poet Saint Du Fu wrote." Then he rolled his eyes and deliberately provoked: "Boss, can you explain all the statues here in poetry?"

"Honestly, it's my first time here, but you can give it a try, so you can pick and I'll answer!" Shakru said eagerly.

Mu Qi Miya looked at it for a moment, then pointed to a statue of a male god holding the goddess up and gluing it and asked, "Boss, try this!"

Sha Kelu pondered for a moment, and then replied: "Mandarin duck neck dance, jade acacia cage, this sentence comes from the Tang Dynasty Yuan Zhen's "Thirty Rhymes of Huizhen Poems". ”

"And what about this?" asked Muqimia, pointing to another statue of the goddess lying on his back and the goddess bowing her head.

"It's simple, stop and sit in love with Fenglin Night, where can Jade teach!" Shakru replied with a smile.

Hearing this answer, Mu Qi Miya immediately found fault: "Boss, although I don't read much, I also know that these two sentences are not a poem!"

Unexpectedly, Shakru replied disapprovingly: "That's right, it's not a poem, but I didn't say before that I have to use a poem to describe it, and don't you think my description is very accurate?"

"Well, count your quibbles successful. And what about this?" asked Muqimiya, pointing to a statue of a goddess standing bent over her ankles with her hands on her ankles, while the goddess was facing from behind.

"This can definitely be described in a poem, it is the sentence in Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Man's Village", wait until the Double Ninth Day to come back to chrysanthemums!" Sha Keru replied triumphantly.

"If Meng Haoran knew that you were ruining his poems so much, I don't know if he would be so angry that he would jump out of the coffin!" Mu Qimiya teased.

"If he really jumps, then I'll apologize to him, okay, is there anything else to test me?" Shakru urged.

Mu Qi Miya looked around, then pointed to a statue of three women and one man and asked, "Then this one!"

Seeing this statue, Sha Keru pondered for a long time, and then reluctantly replied: "Eh, this is a fence with three piles, and a hero with three gangs!"

"Haha, boss, you're running out of donkey skills!" Mu Qimiya teased.

"It's not impossible to use other explanations, but I think it's more appropriate!" Shakru argued.

"Okay, okay, let's stop playing with this, it's all this kind of sculpture here, let's go to that temple and have a look!" Mu Qi Miya said.

After glancing at the temple she was referring to, Shakru forced a smile and asked, "Are you sure you want to go to that temple?"

"What's wrong with that temple?" asked Muqimia, a little wary.

"You'll find out when you get there. Shakru replied mysteriously.

After arriving at the temple, Mu Qi Miya immediately understood why Sha Kru's expression was strange just now, because what was enshrined in this temple was actually a huge male root!

This made her cry and complain: "Why is there such a thing here?"

"This is what you don't understand, let me tell you, this is called Linga, is a symbol of the destruction of the great god Shiva, according to legend, Shiva did not take the creation of the world with the Great Brahma to heart, but ran to the bottom of the sea alone to practice, and after he achieved cultivation, he found that everything in the world has been arranged by the Great Brahma, so he cut off his own thing in a fit of anger and threw it into the world, so the Indians took Linga as a symbol of Shiva and worshiped it.

In fact, this has a lot to do with the Hindu male root worship, because the most obvious feature of the man who is given a mythical color in the doctrine is that the male root is huge, and the more boundless the mana, the more bizarre it is!" Shakru patiently explained.

"Eh, what are they doing here, why are they pouring milk on it?" asked Muqimia, pointing to a man standing on a ladder pouring milk from a bucket on top of Linga.

Shakru pointed to the base of Linga and said, "You see that there is a trough in the base, so this milk will flow down the trough to the bucket that has been prepared long ago, and then it can be distributed to the believers to drink, and it is said that drinking such milk will bring good luck from the gods!"

Then he jokingly asked Mu Qimiya, "How is it, do you want to drink a bowl?"

Mu Qi Miya hurriedly shook her head and refused: "I don't drink it, this milk feels like that, it's like that!"

Shakru nodded and agreed: "That's right, in fact, this is the effect you want, you must know that this is a god's ......"

But before he could finish speaking, Muqi Miya interrupted: "I'd rather drink yours than drink this kind of thing!"

"Since you think so, then I'll fulfill your wish, let's go, let's go back to the hotel now......"

PS: Do you have a feeling that you can't even understand Xiao Huangwen if you don't have culture these days, hahaha!