The Dragon King Temple in Qiantang received a lot of offerings today. The auspicious words made my mouth dry, but fortunately the harvest was quite fruitful.
With his fingers wet with saliva, he happily counted the money he received today. The smile lines on Miao Zhu's fat face became deeper and his smile became more kind, like a smiling Maitreya.
He likes to celebrate festivals. Even if he can only stay in the temple during festivals, praying to the believers from all walks of life with a dry mouth, and cannot see the lively scene outside, he still likes to celebrate festivals.
People especially like to go to temples to pray for blessings during festivals.
Praying for blessings is income, and it is when he helps the Dragon King spread kindness in the world. How could he not like it?
The temple was busy till late today, and it was not until no one came that I packed up and got ready to rest.
Tonight, the door of the Dragon King Temple will remain open all night, and the lights will be brightly lit during the festival. After all, no one knows when the gods will come.
After closing the door of his room, he stuffed the money offered by believers under his bed, blew out the candles, covered himself with the quilt, closed his eyes and prepared to sleep.
He fell asleep quickly, snoring slightly, but woke up quickly. Perhaps because he was too excited, he always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it.
He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above his head. The light from outside reflected a slight light inside the room. Miao Zhu made a bed with a meaty smell. Maybe he had eaten too much tonight and his stomach was bloated. Panic.
Miao Zhu squinted his eyes and prepared to fall asleep, but suddenly opened his eyes again.
No, this light doesn’t look like normal lighting!
Miao Zhu suddenly thought of the thousands of bright lanterns sent by the believers piled outside the Dragon King Temple. He got up from the bed with excitement and rushed out of the room barefoot without even having time to put on his shoes.
As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by a burning smell, and the temple outside suddenly started to burst into flames!
Sure enough, it was on fire!
Miao Zhu quickly picked up the bucket in the corner and ran barefoot to the water tank in front of the Dragon King Temple to fetch water. As he ran, he shouted, "The water has leaked! The water has leaked! Put out the fire! Put out the fire!"
"Come and put out the fire!"
He stepped on the ground that was warmed by the fire with his bare feet, picked up half a bucket of water from the water tank, and rushed into the temple.
Everything else is easy to say. He spent a lot of money to hire people to paint the murals in the temple, so they cannot be destroyed in this fire.
He poured water into the main hall where the fire was the biggest and fiercest. Just when he was about to turn around and continue to fetch water to put out the fire, he suddenly discovered that there was another person in the Dragon King Temple!
Miao Zhu rubbed his eyes that were stained with soot, what's going on!
There are people inside!
He shouted loudly toward the inside, "Come out! It's on fire! Run! Come out!"
"Can you hear me! Come out quickly!"
"on fire!"
But looking at the raging fire inside the main hall, it blocked all the ways in and out.
Miao Zhu rubbed his eyes again with his black hands, and took a closer look to make sure there was someone inside.
He immediately threw down the bucket, picked up the golden gong on the side, and banged it loudly.
He ran barefoot on the hot road and didn't care when his feet were blistered. He just ran to the street and banged the gong hard, shouting for help, "It's on fire! Help! There are people inside! Help!"
The one who is still inside now is naturally Wang Xiaomo.
The fire blocked her sight, and she didn't know that there was someone outside who was running desperately for her, breaking the blisters on the soles of her feet for her, getting wet and trying to rush in to save her.
Wang Xiaotai watched the fire devour all the murals and watched the fire wrap up the entire Dragon King Temple.
She laughed wildly inside, and cried wildly inside. Her hair was disheveled, her voice was sharp, her expression was crazy, and her body was burned by the fire without realizing it.
"How dare you build a temple for it!"
"How dare you pray to it!"
"It's only been three years, it's only been three years!"
"It killed my father and mother, it killed Dandan, it killed the village chief, it killed me!"
"It killed everyone. The land you are standing on is all the flesh and blood of my relatives! Six hundred thousand! Six hundred thousand! Six hundred thousand! Did it just pass by so lightly! This is a mortal blood feud. ! We are irreconcilable!"
Wang Xiaotai knocked all the tributes in the Dragon King's temple to the ground, raised her foot and crushed the delicate tributes and fruits. She threw the burning lantern at her hand towards the portrait of the Qiantang Dragon King at the highest point in the temple.
"When you built a temple for it today, did you ask for our approval? Does it deserve it? Does it deserve it?"
"Under the Buddha's Temple, there is a drum and a crow!"
"It's a shame to look back! It's a shame to look back!"
As the calamity fire burned, the murals of the Dragon King Temple showed gods and Buddhas in the clouds asking questions, either angry or kind, sitting down and holding rings, looking down at the vast number of sentient beings, looking down at this crazy girl in the sea of fire.
The gods and Buddhas are speechless, the sea of fire is boundless, and when people are in the midst of it, their souls are scattered and their souls are scattered.
In the fierce fire, Wang Xiaotai lost her strength and fell to the ground. She looked at the blazing fire and the flames that were about to reach her body.
Wang Xiaotai took the initiative to put her hand over, as if to touch the flame.
Burn it, burn it, burn it to the ends of the earth, burn the whole world.
Burn it, burn it, burn me to death, burn him to death, burn to hell, burn to extinguish reincarnation, burn to the three realms, burn to Mount Tai, burn to nine days away! Let everything be reduced to ashes!
Wang Xiaotai lost her breath in such violent thoughts.
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Accompanied by the county guard, Changsheng knocked on the door of Anding County Prison overnight. Under the guidance of the jailer, one door after another was opened.
In the deepest part of the prison, in a dark place where no light could be seen, she saw Wang Xiaotai, whose neck and hands were bound with heavy shackles.
The girl's hair was messy, and there was some dirty blood on her forehead. It was said that it was hit by a falling beam, and the blood stained near her vagina.
The right hand was bent softly on the shackles at a strange angle. The whole hand was dripping with blood and looked like bones.
Changsheng heard from the county guard that she was rescuing people. She suddenly woke up from a coma and held on to the hot pillar, refusing to leave the scene of the fire.
In desperation, they had to break her right hand, and everyone pulled her away, and then rescued her from the fire.
But now Wang Xiaotai couldn't see the crazy look in their mouths. She sat quietly on the ground. When she heard someone coming, she raised her head. After taking a look at herself, she lowered her head obediently.
He looked like a weak and miserable little white flower.
I don’t know if I recognized myself.
"Do you still remember me? Wang Xiaotai."
Changsheng asked, "We met three years ago."
Changsheng rushed over as soon as she heard the news. She wanted to see Wang Xiaotai before she was executed, and she wanted to confirm something about her.
"I said, we will meet again, and by then, we will be best friends."
"Wang Xiaotai, did you hear what I said?"
Chang Sheng asked with a frown as he saw Wang Xiao Tai staying motionless on the ground.
Could it be that he was knocked unconscious and couldn't hear himself speak?
"The way you and they look at me is like looking at a madman."
Wang Xiaotai, who was sitting on the ground, moved. Her voice was very soft, slow and hoarse.
Looking at Changsheng standing outside the prison, the corners of her mouth moved slightly and she smiled, as if she was saying something funny, but she quickly calmed down her lips.
She seemed to be narrating a commonplace incident, "Maybe I am indeed crazy."
"I used to be very timid. I didn't dare to die or even starve myself."
"I drank a big bowl of porridge when I thought I most deserved to die."
"A big bowl of damn delicious porridge."
"But this time, I'm not hungry anymore and I don't want to eat."
"So, I probably really want to die. Death at this time is a good ending, right?"
Wang Xiaotai's voice was so low that Changsheng couldn't hear what she was saying even as she got closer.
She was like a pile of burnt ashes, with no trace of smoke remaining no matter how much she fiddled with it.
The fire of karma burns the body. Such a big fire can burn the entire Dragon King Temple. It must also be able to burn away all the pain, right?
