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Text Chapter 203. [Case 22] North of the Old City

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    So I continued to ask this old man, I said, did the Buddhist temple here also hold this kind of temple fair in the past?  For example, if it is the birthday of a certain Bodhisattva, are there many people coming to worship?  The old man pursed his lips and said, our place is originally small and not very powerful. The temples here were donated by wealthy families very early on, and there is only a laywoman who manages them.  , the incense is not very good on weekdays, and I have been here for so many years and basically rarely hold such temple fairs. It was really lively in those days.  I asked the old man, it was bustling for a while, does that mean there are a lot of people coming those days?  The old man nodded and said, there were a lot of people here, but most of them were locals here. When everyone saw a temple fair, they went to join in the fun and seek good luck.  The temple fair lasted for three days. The first two days were very lively, but on the third day the temple door was closed. I heard banging and banging inside, and I didn't know what was going on.  I thought about it quickly and found that the time was very consistent with the time when Uncle Liang's accident happened. Moreover, if I were not a person with a dark heart, it would be difficult to compare these two seemingly unrelated things.  Things come together.  So I continued to ask the old man, were the strangers who came at that time people who came to burn incense, or were they people who came to hold a temple fair?  The old man smiled and said, who would come here specifically to burn incense and burn it for someone to see? Ours is just a small temple with several clay bodies of Bodhisattvas in it. If others want to burn incense and worship Buddha, they don¡¯t know which big temples to go to.  Damn it, it¡¯s all those people who have too much money and start playing tricks!  Although I have some opinions about this uncle's disrespect, after all, it is his own freedom of choice.  So I then asked him, were these people from outside the temple festival organizers?  Approximately how many people are there?  The old man said that there were only a dozen or so of them, and they all lived and ate near the temple. The house there was empty. They told the neighborhood committee here and stayed for a few days.  Huh?  Young man, are you asking these questions?  ¡°I said it¡¯s okay, so I¡¯ll just ask, old man, can you tell me where the temple is and where your neighborhood committee is?¡±  Although the old man was puzzled by the random questions I just asked, after all, he couldn't possibly figure out what information I wanted to get.  So he stood up, pointed to the north, and said that he should keep walking along this road until he reaches the base of the wall, and then turn right. On the road, you can see a stone pile on the side of the road, with the four words of Amitabha written in red on it.  When you get there, you can see a house with a red roof. That place is the temple I mentioned.  The neighborhood committee is not far from the temple, next to the police station.  I¡¯m actually surprised that such a small place is equipped with such a high-end place as a police station.  So after thanking the old man, I called Hu Zongren. He said that he was in the restaurant where we had eaten earlier and planned to ask the elderly people around to see if he could get any information.  In order not to induce Hu Zongren to search in my direction, after all, it would be best if he could find new clues, so I said I would go to a temple in the north to have a look and call him if there was any new information.  Before hanging up the phone, I asked Hu Zongren to call Sister Liang again and tell her to stay where she is and not go anywhere. If anyone comes to ask her or come to her, ask her to call us immediately.  After Hu Zongren agreed, I hung up the phone.  Based on my memory, this remaining part of the old city is only about 1/5 of the size of the original site of Jiangbei City, maybe less than that.  I think it was because when I was a child, my legs were relatively short, so when I continued walking north from the small cigarette stall, it was just a stone road with twists and turns, although there were quite a few forks in the road.  It was a lot, but I still relied on my excellent sense of direction to successfully find the root of the wall.  There is a well at the base of the wall, and the manhole cover is sealed. Come to think of it, few people will draw water from the well these days. After all, this is a city.  After seeing the well, I found a stone tablet beside the well. The words "Jiangbei District Cultural Relics Protection Unit" were engraved on the stone tablet, and the date was 1990.  On the city wall not far behind the stone monument, there is a very obviously blocked doorway, because the stones in the doorway are very different from the surrounding environment.  So I don¡¯t know exactly what is behind the wall, but judging from the branches extending from the top of the wall, there should be a small hill behind it. In the past, when this door was not blocked, this place should be the old Jiangbei City.  Head north out of the city.  According to what the old man said, I walked in the right direction. Although there were many old houses nearby, they were quiet. It is estimated that most people just occupied the property rights here, but I did not live here, so it was broad daylight.  Yes, I can also clearly hear my own footsteps walking on the stone road.  Not walking far, I saw a stone pile on the edge of the ladder sill at a corner. It was about calf height. The stone pile was rectangular, but the surroundings were not regular. It looked like it had been lifted from a larger stone.  , a small piece knocked off.  From ?Judging from the condition of the soil between the pile and the ground, it has been here for many years, maybe even older than me.  The four characters "Amitabha" are clearly engraved on it. The red outline is a little faded and the edges are not sharp, so these words should have been engraved when the stone pile was laid.  I started to look up and look around, trying to find a house with a red roof, but when I looked up, I found that this place went downhill along the path. From a distance, I could see that there was no city wall at the end of the downhill road, and I could directly see the Jialing River.  .  And so I quickly found the so-called red roof among the many dark roofs.  In fact, it is not pure red, but a cherry red with a hint of gold. It is made of glazed tiles. It does not seem to occupy a large area. It should have been built by the people who donated the temple.  There were quite a few plastic bags hanging on the roof from people throwing rubbish everywhere, and some rubbish that I couldn't even tell what they were.  I visually checked that the distance was only a few hundred meters, so I walked down the road. After calculating the distance, I turned the corner and entered a small alley on the side.  There were some old women sitting on both sides of the alley entrance, all wearing the kind of stuffed hats that only old people would wear. Some were knitting, some were eating melon seeds, and some were chatting without saying a word.  But in front of them, there was a long bench with a braided frame or wooden board on it, and on it were various sizes and styles of incense candles.  ¡°Obviously, the temple is nearby.  As for these old ladies, they probably have nothing to do and set up stalls here to pass the time. It doesn't matter how much money they can make. For people of this age, how to live a safe day is probably their biggest wish.  So when I walked past them, they all raised the incense candles in their hands and said to me, young man, why don't you burn incense? Why don't you buy some incense?  I originally had these things on me, but now that I have come to a foreign land, it is still a bit unruly to bring my own incense and candles. At least that is not what my master taught me at the beginning.  So I bought three sticks of incense and a pair of candles from one of the old ladies¡¯ stalls. The other old ladies didn¡¯t look unhappy because I didn¡¯t choose them. After all, they were here just to kill time.  After I gave the money, I asked the old woman where the temple was and how to get there. The old woman counted the money and pointed in one direction, saying that it was just around the corner.  So I continued walking in the direction she said, and sure enough, when I turned around, I saw two large columns on both sides of the door. On the plaque above, there were three words written, "River Temple".  This is a small temple without a temple gate, and I never thought it was a Heshen Temple. Before I saw these words, I thought it was just a Guanyin Temple.  However, the worship of the River God has been around since ancient times, and the River God was originally considered a Taoist deity, but shouldn¡¯t this be a Buddhist temple?  Or is it that the person who donated the temple in the first place was just doing good deeds, but during this period he didn't even know whether the ancestor he was worshiping was a Buddha or a Taoist?  With these questions in my mind, I walked to the inner hall. In fact, it is not called an inner hall at all. It is just a small square patio. Except for the temple gate, the other three sides are divided into many small grids.  In the grid, there is a clay statue.  There is a large incense burner in the center of the patio, but there is no flame at all even in the burners on both sides used to light the fire. The incense sticks in the incense burner already look very old. It can be seen that they probably disappeared after the temple fair that day.  People come here again to burn incense.  On the right hand side after entering the door, there is a merit tablet. The names of many people are densely written on the merit tablet. These people are probably the people who originally donated this temple.  Among them, one person's name is listed first, and the characters are relatively large. On the other side of the monument, the reason why the temple was donated in the first place is engraved. It was probably in the late 1980s.  The riverside where the ridge goes down was once a place for boats to go out, and this road is the road with stone piles that I just walked on. Most of the people living around here are trackers who pull boats on the river.  But here is the intersection of two rivers, the current is relatively fast, and the river is very wide, with many reefs underneath, so ships often sink. People superstitiously believe that the river god is catching young men, so they donated this river temple.  But when I walked around and took a closer look at the statues, I found it a bit funny that there were a lot of gods worshiped here, from river gods and mountain gods, to father-in-laws of the land, from Tathagata Buddha, to Guanyin Bodhisattva, and even to Luban and  Yue Fei and Guandi were suddenly surrounded by so many gods from various families, which made me feel like a superstar. But in fact, most people's religious beliefs have always been at a very superficial level.  Blessing, I wrote to you, burned incense and paid my respects. As for who bless them, they actually don¡¯t know, and it doesn¡¯t seem that important to them.  Now that we are here, even if it is just some futile?¡¯s clay body, I still offered incense respectfully as a disciple. There were only three incense sticks, so I worshiped them all at once. Then I put incense and candles, and then said that in this small area of ??less than 100 square meters,  Looking for some clues that I think are valuable.
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