Chapter 59 The Temple of Symmetry

I'm still very nervous. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info is especially afraid that the fat man will stop at the door of the main hall and then the events in the dream will happen again.

But in fact, the fat man did not stop at the door, but did not even say hello, and broke in directly. And there seems to be nothing unusual in the main hall except for the Buddha statue and some other decorations. Even the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue is full of incense stalks. And I also deliberately looked at the corners of the Buddha's mouth, and did not smile as weirdly as in my dream.

The fat man walked around the main hall a few times and checked it several times. Didn't find anything wrong.

"Hey," said the fat man, "the monk is not good at ringing the bell in the temple and chanting the Buddha, what about the people?" ”

I looked out the door and said, "Maybe somewhere else." ”

The fat man nodded: "Makes sense." Let's go, look for it. So saying, he went out with his knife.

To be honest, it didn't happen in the dream just now, so I was relieved. This peace of mind, looking at the back of the fat man going out with a knife, I actually had a feeling that the loan shark was hurting the door to collect debts.

In addition to the main hall, the fat man followed him to the side room.

When the fat man kicked the door open one by one, he found that there was no one inside. And judging from the furnishings of the side rooms, it seems that there has not been a person in these rooms for a long time. Those tables, beds, and everything were covered with a thick layer of dust.

The fat man walked into one of the rooms, walked to the bed, looked at the neatly folded quilt on the bed, and reached out to touch it. Hands full of dust. And even when I was standing next to it, I could smell a musty smell coming from the quilt.

"What's going on?" I asked, "This quilt is moldy, and it must have not been inhabited for a long time." ”

The fat man nodded. He walked to the tea table in the middle of the room, picked up the teapot on the table and shook it. There is also water in it. Removed the lid, leaned in and sniffed it, and the fat man immediately turned his face away, looking at the teapot in his hand with a disgusted expression.

"What's wrong?"

"This tea has reached a certain level." The fat man wrinkled his nose and put the teapot down. "What the hell is going on here? Monk, shouldn't you take a broom to clean the yard and tidy up the room every day? As he spoke, the fat man looked at the bed, and then at the teapot on the table: "One can grow mushrooms, and the other can poison people--damn me!" The fat man was still cursing, and a mouse bigger than the soles of my feet came out of the bed and ran out the door.

"Look at it." The fat man pointed to the mouse in the doorway that stopped to look at us, "This. He. Mother. The face of the rat is not afraid of people. What the hell is this place- huh? As I spoke, I saw the fat man stop. Frowning at something.

After a while, the fat man pulled out the stool on the edge of the table and sat down. said, "This place is ...... There can't be no one, right? ”

I was stunned, not understanding what the fat man meant. Subconsciously asked: "How can there be no one?" The monk who brought us in? ”

"Fat man, I'm talking about people." The fat man accentuated the tone of the word "human".

I'm going to have a taste for it now. Subconsciously, he stood up and looked at the door: "Damn!" What do you mean—"

The fat man nodded, took a teacup from the table and looked at it in his hand. said, "Don't be afraid. We've even encountered zongzi that are worse than dead people in the bucket, what else would we be afraid of? ”

I thought about it, and my heart said that it would be the same. But my body was still very honestly tense, and it just didn't let me relax.

The fat man saw that I was still standing, sighed, and put the teacup in his hand on the table. He said, "Let's go, let's go and have a look at the back." ”

"Huh? Behind? Which one is behind? ”“

The fat man tilted his head in one direction: "Behind the main hall." ”

"What's there to see behind someone's house?"

"This temple is backed by a stone mountain, and there is something behind it." After saying that, the fat man stood up, picked up the ****** on the table, and walked towards the back mountain.

I called him a few times, but he ignored me. In a hurry, I followed.

This temple is just too big. My heart said. Why does it look quite broken when standing at the door, and it's quite small. But when I wanted to go around to the back, I found that the area of this temple was really large. That's almost the size of most football fields.

"No, absolutely not." The fat man said suddenly. He didn't say this loudly. I don't know if it was for me or if he was talking to himself. I heard the fat man continue: "When I was in the main hall, the main hall was not so big inside. In other words, there is a room behind the main hall. ”

I was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, it seemed to be true. How is it possible for such a big temple and such a small main hall.

After a long circle, the fat man and I went around to the back of the temple. Sure enough, as the fat man said, there are still a few rooms behind this temple. And the one in the middle of these rooms seems to be much more elaborate than the others. At first glance, it was deliberately made like this.

The fat man frowned: "Why is there a main hall?" ”

"Huh? The main hall? "I looked at that room that was a little special." Shouldn't the main hall be the one in front of it? And as far as I know, it seems that a temple can only have one main hall, right? ”

The fat man looked at the entire temple and then at the surroundings. "What if the temple was built in a symmetrical way?" ”

"Symmetry?" I was stunned for a moment, and then I understood what the fat man meant. If it is really made to look symmetrical, then if there is something in the front of the temple, there should be something in the back. Thinking about it, I looked around. Sure enough, there are also several side rooms next to the temple. And compared with the side room that I searched for with the fat man earlier, it is really symmetrical.

"Let's go, go in and have a look." With that, the fat man walked towards the main hall.

When I followed the fat man to the entrance of the main hall, I found that the door was closed. And unlike the main hall at the main entrance, the main hall was flanked by characters written in gold paint. The two sides of the main hall in front of us are painted black.

The fat man glanced up at the black words and whispered them in his mouth. Then he looked at me and asked, "Hey, Zhuangyu, are you going to do it?" ”

I was stunned and didn't react. The first reaction is what subject-verb-object complement is learned in high school English. One of them is called adverbial. I asked, "I'm not very good at English." What's the matter, this door needs to be called in English? ”

"What the hell," the fat man waved his hand, "I mean, you're from the Zhuang clan." Do you know the Zhuang language? ”

I thought back slightly. I haven't lived much in the countryside since I was a child, and I've long forgotten this strong story. But if I had to listen to it, I think I would still be able to understand it. (To be continued.) )