Dakeng Village, a remote village among the countless villages in Guanzhong.

On the mountainside, a group of people are busy carrying a clay statue into the temple, and then lighting incense and offering it.

The people knelt before the idols, and one by one they showed their reverence.

"Ladies and gentlemen, who are you prostrating?" A scribe who had been attracted by the sight walked into the temple and asked.

This is clearly a girl's statue, not a god I know at all, could it be that this is a new god?

"The one we bow down to is Her Royal Highness the eldest princess today." An old woman replied.

"Eldest princess? How can this eldest princess be able to do so? Actually let the people worship? The scribe was puzzled.

"This noble man doesn't know anything, Princess Wen Changcheng is the world's first-class living Bodhisattva, a good person." The old woman told her personal experience, which was touched by the hearing and relieved.

"Princess Wen Changcheng is very kind, we have nothing to repay, so we build a temple here, I hope she can bless the princess with peace and health, and at the same time, I also hope that the princess can bless the party with peace and good weather." The old man spoke.

The scribe couldn't help but sigh and said, "With such a princess, why worry about the Tang Dynasty, why worry about the Tang Dynasty!" ”

After speaking, he strode away, and I didn't know if I had gone to Beijing to serve.

And on this temple, there are three gilded characters of "Wencheng Temple".

After worshipping the statue of Princess Wen Changcheng, everyone walked outside.

"Aunt Wang, is this Bodhisattva like Her Royal Highness the Princess?" One asked.

"This is a bodhisattva, and it is clearly an immortal!" The man next to him said.

"Whether it's a bodhisattva or an immortal, it's the eldest princess." The old woman said with a smile.

"That's right, they're all eldest princesses."

“……”

All the faces of the people were extremely happy.

It was as if the whole world had become better after the temple had been completed.

In front of the statue, an old woman looked at the statue and couldn't help but silently leave tears, as if the eldest princess was standing in front of her.

……

In Zhaojia Village, the people of a village are waiting for the only scholar in the village to paint a portrait of them.

Since returning from Chang'an City, Old Man Zhao has been a painter, and there is an endless stream of people who come to ask for paintings.

The portrait he painted, there was only one person.

It was a beautiful woman, standing on a lotus flower, holding a pure bottle of willow branches in her hands, but this person was not Guanyin Bodhisattva, but a woman in palace clothes.

Dressed in a white palace dress, he looks beautiful and has a beautiful posture. Especially those eyes, which seem to be full of compassion and have the world in mind.

And on this picture, the words "Portrait of Her Royal Highness Wencheng, the eldest princess of the Tang Dynasty", are written.

When people begged for paintings from him, they would take them back to their homes and offer them to him.

And in some more remote places, places with relatively backward economic conditions, people set up the immortal card of Princess Wenchang and worshiped it day and night.

Princess Wen Changcheng seems to have been known by the people of the entire Tang Dynasty and the whole world overnight.

The human heart is made of flesh.

Ever since Princess Wen Changcheng personally provided disaster relief, her virtuous name has spread to the surrounding countries like wings.

If the country has a culture, there must be martial virtue, and the world can be determined.

It can be said that now Princess Wencheng is already a Buddha of ten thousand families.

However, she didn't know about these Gaoyang princesses, because at this time, she was taking Cheng Chubi to the outside of the city.

Many villages outside the city have built orphanages and nursing homes, built of cement, although simple, but much better than the houses of the nearby villagers.

There are many such gathering points near Chang'an, and knowing the arrival of Princess Wen Changchang, the so-called old people in the nursing home came out to salute one after another.

"Meet Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess!"

"Meet Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess!"

"Meet Her Royal Highness the Eldest Princess!"

“……”

The crowd shouted and came out of the house to salute.

When Cheng Chubi saw those old people, he couldn't help but be startled.

It's not because those old people are too good, but because they're too young!

Many of the people present were in their thirties and forties, and there were also those in their fifties and sixties, but there were absolutely very few in their seventies or seventies.

"Are we in the wrong place?" Cheng Chubi couldn't help asking.

"San Lang, this is the nursing home, and the orphanage is next door." Princess Gao Yang spoke.

"The old people in this nursing home are not old." Cheng Chubi couldn't help but speak.

"This noble man doesn't know that we are all people who have no father, no mother, no sons, no daughters, and no grandchildren." An ageless-looking old man spoke.

"You old Guigeng?" Cheng Chubi asked.

"It's nine in Chinese New Year's Eve." He said.

"Thirty-nine." Cheng Chubi shook his head helplessly.

In your thirties and forties, you call yourself a lonely old man, although in this era, you can call yourself an old man at the age of thirty, but you call yourself a lonely old man in your thirties and forties, and you obviously have the ability to take care of yourself, and you have the ability to have children, you actually call yourself a lonely old man.

"Are you sure they're all old people?" Cheng Chubi looked at Princess Gaoyang, with a hint of doubt on his face, and said, "Shouldn't the old people in the nursing home be in their seventies, eighty years old, and ninety years old?" ”

"Life is rare in seventy years, and there are very few people in Datang who can live to be seventy years old, let alone eighty or ninety years old." Princess Gao Yang spoke.

"Okay, you Datang won." Cheng Chubi sighed helplessly and said, in the later generations, when he could retire at the age of sixty-two, Datang was already a lonely old man in his thirties and forties, and Cheng Chubi really felt like a dog in his heart.

"This can't be done, although these people claim to be lonely old people, but they have the ability to work." Cheng Chubi pulled Princess Gaoyang to the side and said in a low voice: "You can't feed them for nothing like this, although you are a princess, you don't have so much money to feed so many people!" ”

Even in the future, they will only be able to receive a pension after the age of sixty-two, and these people in their thirties, forties, and fifties are simply upright and prime!

"But if you drive people out, won't you lose your trust in the world?" Princess Gao Yang's brows furrowed slightly.

"It's naturally not okay to drive them out, but you can't feed these people in vain like this, even if you are sixty or seventy years old and have no ability to move, but these thirty or forty years old, fifty years old, they are clearly still capable of working." Cheng Chubi couldn't help but say.

Cheng Chubi always felt that something was wrong with this matter, although there are many lonely and widowed elderly people in this world, but how many of them are willing to leave their homeland and come to a nursing home?

(End of chapter)