Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

"Ah?"

Before, I rarely saw such a major festival, especially when I was in school, I almost didn't have the leisure to appreciate it. There were similar festivals in my hometown, and the customs in each place were slightly different. But most of them were worshiping Buddha or something like that, or collectively called temple fairs.

At that time, some people would come to kneel and pray sincerely, and make their wishes for the year.

So this annual temple fair would be seen as extremely sacred by believers.

And it was the first time I saw such a prosperous festival like now, but when I knew that it was not worshiping Buddha at all, but had other purposes, I realized that I had no intention of appreciating it at all.

However, I must be very clear about every move in it.

Soon, on the road that the crowd made way, people carrying sedan chairs appeared. Those people carrying sedan chairs were made up like clowns.

And no one knew what was inside the sedan chair.

There was a person scattering petals in the back, and it seemed like a rain of petals fell around, which was particularly charming.

Then came an elephant.

"Roar!"

The elephant made a low sound from its mouth, and on top of it was a golden Buddha sitting on a lotus, shining brightly.

Although it was only gilded, it still attracted a lot of attention.

The people around praised it, and it was said that all these things were sent from India.

"Wow!"

Behind the elephant, there seemed to be a group of people, carrying a dumpling with a person sitting on it.

"It's him!"

I was a little surprised.

Obviously this person was the envoy, the little Buddhist monk.

"Woo woo!"

When the little Buddhist monk appeared under everyone's eyes, the person in front blew a trumpet that sounded like a howl, and the sound was particularly harsh.

"No."

I said.

"What's wrong? Why is it wrong?" the man asked me.

"Look, this little Buddhist monk seems to be controlled, his body is stiff, he can't move at all, and he doesn't even recite the scriptures."

I said this, and the man looked at it and it was true.

"Is it really controlled by Jiang Feng, but what is his intention in doing this?"

I really can't think of the conspiracy behind this.

Or is it for power?

Or for money?

Maybe, both.

I had no choice but to follow this little Buddhist monk, and at this moment, the gold and silver objects for sacrifice appeared in the eyes of everyone.

The people watching the excitement around just stared at the valuable gold objects, stunned, and wanted to take a bite.

"Woo woo woo!"

Just at the entrance of the temple, a few monks appeared, blowing trumpets.

Soon, these things walked into the temple entrance, followed by a group of people, and these people gradually filled the entire temple entrance.

"I want to go in..."

"Everyone, don't squeeze, go in one by one."

...

But the outside was completely out of control, and I just waited until the crowd was a little sparse before I walked in carefully.

The inside was indeed decorated, with some patterns all around.

There was also a related Buddha statue exhibition.

The people around were scattered around the entire temple.

I only had one goal, to follow the little Buddhist monk and see what they were doing in the end.

Finally, when the sacrificial ceremony began, we all went to a square, which was full of people.

And there were many monks.

Especially the temple, which seemed to pretend that nothing happened yesterday and was meeting some important people.

Obviously, those people were welcoming guests from all around.

Many people participated here, and some bigwigs from the business and political circles were all in the VIP seats.

This place has been arranged long ago.

This is the square under the main hall, surrounded by lights and colorful clouds floating in the sky, lingering for a long time.

Soon, the little Buddhist monk also sat down.

At this time, the temple began to talk.

But they were all explaining some things about the construction of the temple, and some management of Buddhist affairs, which I didn't pay attention to.

But the most important thing about this memorial service is a display.

There are only two things.

One is the relic, and the other treasure is the sutra. Everyone is looking forward to these two treasures, hoping to open their eyes.

About an hour later.

"Now, let's start the donation ceremony!"

After the temple said this, the crowd was boiling. Immediately, whether it was the leaders or the people below, they all cheered.

Soon, someone brought up something.

It was very spacious, like a huge cabinet, but no one knew what was inside, and it was covered with a piece of red silk.

There were some grinning monsters around, as if they were the hardships that the Buddha went through when he entered Nirvana.

"Wow!"

The people below were in an uproar.

My heart was in my throat. Would this temple be playing tricks at this time?