The last time Yang Wanwan came to Jialan Temple, the door of the main hall was still closed. It is said that this door seems to be opened only every year in Duanyang. It is no wonder that the Duanyang Festival, the Golden Buddha appeared.

Xu was that the reels had not been used for a long time, and the slowly opening door creaked. As the door gradually opened, an overwhelming cloud of dust swept in.

The person who opened the door couldn't help but cover his mouth, fan the dust in front of him, and coughed a few times.

The main hall saw the light of day again, the oblique wind and drizzle, the light shone in slightly, and the golden Buddha was in the dark, and it was unrecognizable. Only a rough outline can be glimpsed.

Two children dressed as little novices, each with an incense candle, were the first to enter the main hall. They stood on tiptoe and lit the red candles in all parts of the temple with the flame of incense.

All of a sudden, the lights were on. The burning light of the fire illuminated the golden Buddha statue. After the light arrives at the broken arm, the reflected light is even more dazzling.

"Wow, it's golden!"

"It's smaller than I thought it would be. ”

Yang Wanwan was petite, and her vision was blocked by others, and she couldn't see clearly.

When the crowd saw that the door had been opened, they began to stir. Everyone squeezed forward vigorously, and Yang Wanwan was carried by the crowd and walked several meters unintentionally. She was squeezing and pushing, frowning in pain, and it was a little difficult to breathe.

"Don't squeeze, don't squeeze, someone fainted!" suddenly a voice shouted, attracting the attention of many people.

"Let go, let go, you get out of the clearing, don't step on him. The voice of the voice was not far from Yang Wanwan. She looked back and saw a man lying on the ground, eyes closed. The man was a bit old and had a big belly.

The crowd dispersed, clearing a small circle for him.

"Is there a doctor here?" asked a young man, patting the man's face, and seeing that he was unresponsive, he turned to the crowd and asked.

The people looked left and right, and each of them turned their eyes away for fear of causing trouble, and took a small half step back.

"Is his family there, is his family there, is there anyone who knows him?" shouted the young man as he straightened up.

"Boss Zhu!" another middle-aged uncle in a black jacket exclaimed and squeezed out of the crowd. He crouched down beside the man and shook his body.

No response.

"Are you his family?" the young man pointed to the man.

"I'm his work partner, he's ......"

"He was walking ahead of me, but just as the door of the main hall was open, he suddenly fell. ”

When the middle-aged uncle heard this, he immediately dialed the emergency number, and after reporting the address and name, as well as the fact that the man fainted and did not respond, he put his head on the man's chest, "What...... It seems like...... No heartbeat?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone who was afraid of being contaminated with the breath of death invariably took a step back.

"Bad luck!"

"Really, how could this happen in a temple?"

"Hey, it's not a problem for him to lie here, we can't get by, why don't you carry him somewhere else first!"

The middle-aged uncle wiped his sweat, and with the help of the young man, he carried the man to the open space where the white clothes were dancing just now.

"Hello, sister-in-law. Eh, congratulations on your golden success...... That is true...... Does my brother have any past medical conditions?"

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be very excited, and the middle-aged uncle wiped the sweat on his head again, "Sister-in-law...... Don't worry, I've already called an ambulance...... Don't you ...... Eh...... My brother just fainted now......"

Yang Wanwan remembered that this man's voice was one of the two people she had heard talking on the stone bridge before.

That Boss Zhu seems to have come to repay his wish for his wife's successful birth.

"Ahead, are you still leaving?" came an impatient urging from behind.

Yang Wanwan came back to her senses, only to find that the team in front of her had already advanced for a while.

"I'm sorry. When she had finished speaking, she trotted to follow.

The crowd poured in twos and threes, only entering and leaving, as if they had been eaten by the ancient gate. The tongue of fire licked with its teeth and claws, and the engulfed crowd waited to digest it, and the incense that floated out was like a full burp from two brown doors.

Yang Wanwan was getting closer and closer to the door of the main hall, and from her direction, she could already see the left half of the body of the broken arm Rulai.

Looking at it from a distance, the Buddha statue is indeed not very large. It looks like he's about the same height as an adult man. It's just that the Buddha statue sits on the lotus platform in a prostrated posture. Dressed in silk, the clothes are light and delicate, and they are not fake. The brocade of the golden clothes, smooth as a spring, the pen walks the dragon and snake, and Zen Buddhism is present.

If you come to the top of the head of a round of discs, inlaid with thousands of precious stones. The law of gears, like the halo of the great sun, opens in the auspicious clouds. The Yan Fu Sandalwood is golden, the luster is scorching, and it is eye-catching. Wear your hair in a bun and coil it. The wonderful clothes are dancing, as bright as the clear moon.

The light of the Buddha shines, just like all the Buddha statues that Yang Wanwan has ever seen. Nothing special.

"Bless my child for surviving the dialysis treatment. Please, please. ”

The man behind him, before he entered the temple, began to pray.

There was a lot of rustling everywhere.

The team continued to move forward, and Yang Wanwan followed the people in front of him, and finally stepped into the main hall.

When I got closer, I saw that my arms were broken as rumored. Although his body is like glass and infinitely clear, those eyes are really a little evil.

Yang Wanwan felt that she had nowhere to hide, no matter which direction she walked, she seemed to be staring at it.

Don't look, don't look at me anymore.

The Golden Buddha's eyes narrowed for three points, and the corners of his mouth remained at a strange level, as if he was smiling but not smiling.

"Little doll, this Buddha, evil sect!" Yang Wanwan recalled the old man's words, and a layer of fine goosebumps floated on his arm.

"Hey, do you want to worship or not?" the man behind him urged anxiously.

Yang Wanwan was caught up and knelt on the futon. Between her knees, she felt her gaze burn above her head. The Buddha seemed to be staring at her.

What do I wish for?

"Little doll, listen to my advice, don't make a wish on that Buddha statue!"

I don't believe it.

Yang Wanwan met the Golden Buddha's gaze, made up her mind, and decided to test it by herself.

If you have the magic that you say, let me meet someone who will stay with me for the rest of my life. The period of this year ends at Duanyang in the coming year.

Yang Wanwan thought so, and when she raised her head, she felt that the expression of the Golden Buddha had changed a little again. She couldn't tell what kind of emotions were contained in those eyes, so she looked around, and saw that everyone was closing their eyes and praying for the Buddha, and no one noticed the change.

"Hurry up and leave after saying goodbye, others are still in line!" The man behind him was urging again, Yang Wanwan stood up uncomfortably, and walked out from the other side door of the main hall.

Another street, not far from Garan Temple, is crowded with vendors. They took advantage of Duanyang, there were many people who came to worship the Buddha, and when they saw a business opportunity, they set up a stall near the temple.

Yang Wanwan walked through the long street without squinting, not impressed by any of the vendors.

"Little girl, do you want to tell your fortune?" Among them, a very inappropriate voice caught Yang Wanwan's attention.

Because the voice was so hoarse, it revealed the old age of the master. She turned her head and saw an old woman in a black robe.

"Let's tell your fate, little girl!" the old woman's face was buried in the black shirt, and Yang Wanwan couldn't see it clearly.