"Buddha statue?"

The old man unconsciously shook the pu fan and nodded, "A Buddha with a broken arm." ”

"Since it is a ritual to worship ancestors, why is it related to the Buddha statue?" Yang Wanwan moved a small stool and sat down. She placed the notebook on her lap and began to record the old man's words.

"Eh, I said it all, it was a festival for the ancients of Nanling to worship their ancestors. It is said that it was ancient, but in fact, even I don't know that it was a few dynasties ago. I just vaguely remember that I once heard my father talk about it, after the Dragon Boat Festival, on May 15, bathing and changing clothes, fasting and gifts, hemp and wheat, and sacrificing jade silk. It is for the Duanyang Festival. ”

Yang Wanwan listened to the old man's narration, picked up the pen, and wrote quickly. On the spread notebook, there were a few words scribbled so that they didn't look like Chinese characters, but looked like English letters in a single stroke.

Later, I don't know which dynasty it started from, some people in Nanling, on the day of Duanyang, no longer worshiped their ancestors, but worshiped Fang Rulai. Tell me, what kind of crooked and heretical way is this! A good ancestor worship has evolved into worshipping the Buddha. It's still a remnant Buddha statue, and the Buddha of the Great Day is like a Buddha, although it is a gold-plated statue, but it is missing his left arm for no reason. I figured out that the severed arm must have been chiseled off by some poor man and sold for money. ”

The old man seemed to be puzzled, and the speed of his speech was much faster because of this, "Moreover, to this day, there are still many Nanling people who insist on holding the Duanyang Festival every year, and for this reason, they have even developed a new set of rituals for themselves, specifically to worship the broken arm." ”

Yang Wanwan stopped the pen in his hand and asked suspiciously: "Ancestor worship and Buddha worship are not in conflict, why do you want to change the ancestor worship ceremony to the Buddha worship ceremony? In a year, 365 days, as long as you have the heart, you can sincerely obey the Buddha's principles, why do you want to bow down and worship this Buddha on the day of Duanyang?"

The old man's voice was a little lower, "It is said that this Buddha statue is particularly effective, attracting many people from near and far to pay homage. I don't know which dynasty the rumors arose, but some people found that on the day of Duanyang, if you worship the Buddha and make a wish, your wish will definitely come true. ”

"So mysterious?" Yang Wanwan couldn't help but lower her voice under the influence of the old man.

After the old man heard Yang Wanwan's question, the body that was leaning on the rattan chair suddenly sat up straight, he bent his waist and approached Yang Wanwan, "It's all nonsense." There are thousands of Buddha statues in the world, and I have never heard of any Buddha statue that can be realized to such an extent that it will fulfill the wishes of all believers. This must be nonsense. Moreover, this Buddha statue does not refuse to come, no matter what your wish is, it can be fulfilled. Even if it's a killing ......"

"This ...... No, how can the Buddha help you kill?" Yang Wanwan felt that the old man's story was becoming more and more incredible, and the Buddha killed the living, which was nonsense. Not to mention, she doesn't believe in Buddhism herself. Firmly believing in materialism, although she respects other beliefs, she only stays away.

The old man's cloudy eyes rolled a little, and he looked at the girl on the side, meaningful, "But no, you said that this murderer, can it still be a Buddha? It's just a demon!"

Yang Wanwan listened to the old man's words, her heart suddenly jumped, her whole body seemed to have no time to supply blood, and her hands and feet began to be cold. This feeling came abruptly and strangely.

"Where can I see this broken arm statue?" Yang Wanwan was driven by something, and she wanted to see the real body of the Buddha statue with her own eyes, so curiosity took over her heart, so she asked.

"Little doll, don't worry, I haven't finished talking yet," the old man's thin hand was as thin as a withered branch, and he suddenly grabbed Yang Wanwan's wrist, and there was a dense fog that could not be dissolved in the whites of his yellow eyes, "Did I tell you that the Buddha statue had a broken arm?"

Yang Wanwan felt that her wrist was clenched very tightly. How could a hand as cracked and fleshless as a mummy have such power?

She couldn't help but want to pull out her hand, but her wrist was so shackled that she couldn't move. The mud-stained nails were still sinking into her skin.

"Little doll, do you know that now, the two arms of the Buddha statue are all broken?" the old man closed his eyes, as if he was caught in a memory, but the strength in his hand did not decrease, "When its second arm was broken, I happened to be at the scene, it was when I was a child, think about it, it has been fifty or sixty years ago......"

Yang Wanwan felt that the hands holding her began to shake. When she saw that she could not pull it out, she stopped struggling.

The old man told the story in his memories in a gentle tone, and Yang Wanwan listened quietly.

"I didn't expect it, our Nanling is so remote, and the fire still burns to us, tell me, what can we do?"

There were a couple of men talking to each other.

"What else can I do, destroy what should be destroyed, hide what should be hidden, quickly find a few people, and notify them door to door, so that everyone has a bottom in their hearts!"

"Wait, you come back first, you must tell everyone, don't resist! This is terrible......"

One of the men nodded and ran away.

"Brother Dong, you said that some things have been buried somewhere, and they can still be hidden, but what should we do if the Buddha statue is here? This Buddha statue, but it is handed down by our ancestors, every year Duanyang Festival, if there is no protection from it......" The tall and thin man stopped talking, he noticed a glance and closed his mouth.

The burly man followed the tall man's gaze, turned around, and looked here, his eyes glared, "Zhuzi, didn't I say that you should go home quickly, your mother has already cooked the meal, if you don't go back, be careful that I whip you!"

The boy stuck out his tongue, grimaced, and ran away.

Seeing this, several men began to discuss it again, only this time, they lowered their voices.

The boy ran in the direction of the house, and from the open doors, there was a burst of food. I'm really hungry.

"Sister Xiang, is Brother Niu here?"

"Chen Pi, come on, come on, come in, have a drink with your brother. ”

"Brother Niu, I'm here to inform you, something is wrong......

Zhuzi felt that today's adults were a little strange, they always talked endlessly together, and their expressions were more serious than ever. It's not fun.

He kicked the stone on the side of the road, and when he looked back, he saw that the doors were all closed, all of a sudden.

"Zhuzi, hurry up and go home, your mother is worried about you!" The man came out of Brother Niu's house, and after saying a word to him, he ran away again.

"Mom, open the door!" the pillar knocked on the door.

"Why are you coming back now, you kid?" said a woman with long pigtails, poking her head out of the door, and she looked around for a moment to make sure that no one was there, and then opened the door to let her son in.

"Zhuzi, Mom told you, don't talk for a while. Don't say a word to whoever comes, you know?" the woman touched her son's head, patted him on the back, and said again, "Go to dinner! Remember, you can't say a word." ”

The pillar nodded, he climbed onto the wooden bench, took a few sips of porridge, and stretched his chopsticks to the pickles.

"Down with all cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods!" a loud male voice seeped through the walls.

"Down with all cows, ghosts, snakes, snakes!" several voices repeated together, both male and female.

As soon as the words fell, there was a sound of smashing pots and pans from Liu Laoguo's house next door. Crackling.

The woman's face is not good, and she can't sit still. After a while, someone kicked open the door of his house.

"The Great Chairman *** said ......"