After assigning tasks, everyone began to execute them. Song Wenbin planned to have the film crew disguise themselves as coolies and push carts into the temple, while the Hijra allies pretended to be troublemaking civilians outside to attract the attention of the monks and soldiers guarding the temple.
However, the group of people worked hard until midnight, and finally finished all these things, and everyone went into disguise and got ready for a big fight.
However, at this time, the piercing ambulance siren sounded in the distance.
Song Wenbin and his allies, who had already put on makeup and were pushing the cart, were stunned when they heard the siren.
At first, Song Wenbin thought it was Amrit who had invited people back from Madhya Pradesh, but upon closer inspection, something was wrong, because the sirens were none other than several old ambulances, hurriedly coming here. It's open on the side.
After discovering that it was an ambulance, Song Wenbin didn't think much. He gathered his thoughts and concentrated on pushing the cart towards the towering temple in the distance.
The safety of colleagues, success or failure, all depend on this! !
But when he arrived at the temple gate, the monks who had been guarding the temple gate were gone. The temple gate was open, and the soldiers sitting in the jeep were also gone.
A group of people pushed the cart to the entrance of the temple, and when they were about to get in, Song Wenbin stretched out his hand and stopped them.
"Don't go in, be careful of fraud!" He said solemnly.
Fraud?
The film crew followed behind with a trolley, confused.
Song Wenbin looked at the open door of the temple and threw a thumbs down. He felt as if he had become Sima Yi, who was leading an army to attack the city, and saw Zhuge Liang sitting on the city gate tower playing the piano.
Why did people disappear all of a sudden?
Uneasy, she found Nita and asked, "Did you find connections to transfer those soldiers?"
"I don't know..."
Nita was also confused. I... I planned to... give them some money, bribe them, and trick them into going to other places... But I have all the money ready... They are not here..."
As she spoke, Nita took out a stack of rupees from her pocket. This was the money she had just gone to the bank to swipe her card in the afternoon.
Jia Maji on the side was also a little confused. They were all ready to pretend to be beggars and cause trouble for the monks so that Song Wenbin could fish in troubled waters. However, suddenly there was no one at the temple door, which made them unable to do anything. .
"What should we do, Yanzi? How can we cause trouble when no one is here?" Jamaj asked, "How about... let's just go in and have a look?"
Song Wenbin was still a little hesitant.
At this time, two disheveled soldiers, wearing berets and carrying AK47s, ran out of the temple with panicked expressions. Helpless, like a dog that has lost its owner, it barks urgently, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um. They ran over, as if the AK47s they were carrying were just decorations. They completely turned a blind eye to Song Wenbin and others standing at the door of the temple.
A group of people stood at the entrance of the temple, watching two soldiers rush out of the temple and run into the distance with dull faces.
Seeing this, Song Wenbin finally made up his mind and said loudly, "Quick...sisters, go and have a look..."
A group of people hurriedly pushed the cart and rushed into the temple.
The temple was quiet and there were not many people. We could only see some peacocks with their tails spread out, walking around carelessly. It was quiet and even a little strange.
Song Wenbin didn't understand. When it came to things like marriage, it was similar all over the world. The emphasis was on being lively, but why was it so quiet?
"Yan...what's going on...where is the person?"
Wei Ning asked beside Song Wenbin.
"I don't know. Let's go inside and have a look."
Song Wenbin said solemnly: "Everyone, please be careful."
The director ignored him and just lifted the cart, took out the camera from inside and started filming everywhere. Song Wenbin couldn't say anything to him. He rushed into the temple with hundreds of people, so he must have caused attention and commotion. Why was no one paying attention to him?
The group of people walked forward for a while. At this time, Wei Ning stabbed Song Wenbin fiercely and said, "Look."
Song Wenbin followed his fingers and saw various reliefs on the walls of the temple. After looking closely for a while, Song Wenbin's face turned pale and solemn. Good guy, these Indians must have understood all the changes in human limbs. They are indeed a yoga empire.
The director and other members of the film crew were also amazed by these sculptures, and they took out their cameras and took pictures non-stop. Even the hijras were very interested, looking at them all the way, and touching the sculptures from time to time.
But Song Wenbin looked all the way, and the more he looked, the angrier he became. If he had come to this temple alone, he might have admired it with interest, but when he thought that Su Tina and Huo Yu were still in this temple, he couldn't help but get angry. Medium fever.
hateful! !
How can it be repaired! !
His expression grew colder and he urged, "Let's go! It's important to find someone!"
After passing through the exquisite and complicated outer wall, Song Wenbin arrived inside the temple. The explicit sculptures here were finally gone, replaced by a pure white temple. The temple door was closed, and in front of the temple was a clear pool of water.
There was finally no one here anymore. There were some little girls sitting by the pool, playing in the water.
Nita was frightened when she saw these little girls. She threw herself next to the director and tried to take away their cameras, shouting: "Stop filming, stop filming."
But the director ruthlessly pushed her away. Such a temple full of metaphors, such a rare sight, he could not imagine what kind of shock it would cause when played, and what kind of program effect it would have.
Seeing those little girls having fun, Song Wenbin frowned, pulled Nita and said, "Calm down, it's very dangerous here. Go and ask them what they are doing here."
Nita couldn't stop trembling.
Song Wenbin frowned and urged: "Go, hurry up and ask."
With trembling legs, Nita stopped a little girl playing in the water and asked stammeringly: "You...you...what are you...doing here...?"
The little girl playing in the water looked at Nita and asked, "Are you here to take us home? A big sister asked us to wait here and said someone would take us home."
Nita helped Song Wenbin translate this sentence.
Song Wenbin bent down and asked, "Why are you here? Who brought you here? Where are those monks?"
The little girl looked at him confused.
Nita shook her head tremblingly, opened her arms and said, "Don't ask anymore, I'm tired...that's it for now..."
That's it?
Song Wenbin looked at Nita's face. She was scared and pleading. This was an expression he had never seen before.
"It doesn't seem like you don't understand anything." Song Wenbin said clearly, "You just pretend not to know a lot of things."
Nita shook her head and begged: "Stop talking."
"Do you know the meaning of Yan?" Song Wenbin asked.
Nita shook her head and begged: "Stop talking."
Song Wenbin said softly: "I always thought that I hated women, but after traveling to so many countries, I found that I actually hate those people who clearly understand everything in their hearts, but pretend not to understand anything, as if they are covering up. Lid, that part of the world no longer exists at all. I think no one in this world would like a incomplete life..."
As he spoke, Song Wenbin smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly: "You like that Sutina guy? I think the thing she can't stand the most is monotony and boringness."
Nita looked at Song Wenbin, her palms gradually dropped, and she said in a daze: "Yan...I don't know...I really don't know..."
"I can't help you with the cow dung throwing problem. I'm sorry, Nita. But I guess there are some things that are harsher than cow dung."
"Yan, stop talking," Nita begged softly, sobbing.
"Nita, help me." Song Wenbin requested.
"Help you, how can I help you." Nita said with tears: "I can't do anything. You are right. I know in my heart that I can't do anything, but even if it's you, what can you do? …There’s nothing you can do.”
"Just translate for me."
Song Wenbin allowed no room for argument and said: "If you really like this show, believe me one last time. Don't worry, I won't mess with you this time."
Nita raised her head and looked at him with tearful eyes.
Song Wenbin looked at the closed temple, suppressed the surging blood in his heart, and waved to the surrounding Hijra allies and the camera crew.
Everyone gathered around him. Song Wenbin adjusted the director's camera, and then found a higher stone platform by the pool and stood on it.
"Sisters! Have you seen it? These temples carve explicit and instinctive things on the outer walls." Song Wenbin said to the camera: "Perhaps most people will condemn this, but I will not. Because when After I passed through those stark and visceral walls, when I arrived at the heart of the temple, I found it completely empty.”
After Nita finished translating Song Wenbin's words with some confusion, Song Wenbin pointed to the pool in front of her and the little girl beside the pool, and said seriously:
"I have never believed that if a religion can be accepted by thousands of people, it will have no merit. I have never believed that a truly wise and virtuous monk cannot be born in a land.
However, as time went by, those original teachings were forgotten. I think those sages and eminent monks carved these most explicit and instinctive things on the outer walls of temples to remind practitioners at all times.
The most explicit and instinctive things are just the periphery of life.
The center of life, in the place of origin, in that blank and quiet place, requires everyone to practice diligently in order to reach it through this exquisite and complicated outer wall.
But for the priests of this temple today, they have long forgotten this metaphor that can be seen everywhere and can even be seen at a glance. They regard the periphery of life as the whole of life, even the most explicit and instinctive things. , as the inner part of life.
Such putting the cart before the horse, these people are no longer worthy of being priests, no longer worthy of being respected and worshiped by thousands of people! ! "
After Nita finished translating for Song Wenbin, she was already in a daze. She never thought that this foreign guy could actually say such words in their land.
Even the Hijra film team was shocked. They also walked through the outer wall and came inside the temple, but none of them expected such a profound metaphor.
Only when Song Wenbin said these words did they truly understand the good intentions of the former builder of this temple.
Just listen to Song Wenbin continue to say: "If the spiritual leader of a country and region is so addicted to material enjoyment but has made no achievements in spiritual construction, then it is not surprising how degenerate the country will become.
If the leaders of this temple are incompetent, unable to serve as priests, and unable to provide a true example of transcendence and spirituality, then those who are more qualified than themselves will be able to serve. "
As he spoke, Song Wenbin looked at the stunned Jamaj and said: "Unlike those priests who indulge in material enjoyment and physical pleasure, we Hijras voluntarily gave up the periphery of life. Perhaps, compared with the monks in these temples, we Far closer to the origin of life than them!"
Song Wenbin's words made the Hijras breathe heavily and look at him with burning eyes. They had never heard anyone tell them these things, and they had never been placed at such an unimaginable level.
Song Wenbin continued: "If those people dare to resist, let us cast Hijra's curse on them!
Let them truly experience what a life without any reliance is, and let them feel the true understanding of life by the founder of this temple! ! "
After Song Wenbin finished speaking, the group of hijras were still deeply immersed in his speech. Because they were so shocked, they even stood there dumbly after Song Wenbin finished speaking, echoing the sister's speech in the hope that he could Speak more and more, always.
Until Jamaji, the mother of Hijra, shouted: "Come with me, sisters!!"
Only then did they react, raised their arms and shouted: "Come on, long live Hijra!!"
"Long live Hijra!!"
Song Wenbin shouted.
"Long live Hijra!!"
The crowd chanted after him.
Amidst the shouts, Song Wenbin led his male sisters and rushed towards the most closed door of the pure white temple, breaking in with a roar.
boom! !
The moment the door was knocked open.
Song Wenbin heard the wailing sound coming towards him.
The soundproofing effect of this temple is so good that the outside and the inside are completely two worlds.
The second before he broke in, Song Wenbin was fully mentally prepared. He was prepared to see the scene of the Eighteen Forbidden Times. He was prepared to see the murals on the outside of the temple become reality. He even did Be mentally prepared for your career to be shattered.
But when he actually broke into the temple, what he saw was still beyond his understanding.
In a large temple in Nanuo, dozens of monks were lying in various directions. They were lying on the ground one by one, rolling and wailing.
Those wails were so desperate that everyone who heard them was frightened.
