Ye Luoli: After rebirth, I was forced to clear my name

Yaozhen lent Wen Qian her ability to listen to her heart, so now, Wen Qian can also hear the voices of these people's hearts.

She looked over one by one, her pupils flashing with a golden glow, those who were kneeling or standing, each with their own purpose.

They seem to be equally religious, and when they face the Buddha, they seem to be children of faith.

But to Wen Qian's ears, this is not the case at all.

Through her heart, she heard a completely different world.

The voices came to her ears intermittently, and the voices from all directions, loud or small, strong or faint, poured in one after another. Wen Qian lost the ability to speak for a moment.

She glanced at each and every one of them in the crowd.

At this moment, she took care of their hearts.

"Buddha blesses, I hope I can find a boyfriend with a monthly salary of more than 30,000 yuan this year, who can support me for a lifetime, has a car and a house, and loves me very much!"

She smiled happily and looked like she was already in her own dreams.

"Pray that the Buddha will let my husband send away the oil bottle that his ex-wife gave birth to, I don't want to take care of the child every day, she should go back to her own mother. I am willing to eat fasting and pray for the Buddha, I just ask her to leave quickly. "A housewife with a yellow spot on her face, stumbling and stumbling on the futon, but her heart is full of dissatisfaction with a child.

"Amitabha, my dad spent almost all of his family's savings to see a doctor, I hope the Buddha will bless him, let him die early and enjoy happiness, don't suffer in the world anymore, our family can't afford it at all." A middle-aged man very cautiously planted a pillar of burning incense in front of the Buddha, if it wasn't for hearing his heart, no one might have thought that he actually hoped that his father would die in the hospital bed soon.

There are thousands of people and colors in the world, and no one can see what others are thinking in their hearts, but everyone has the dirt that they can't see in their hearts.

And so on and so forth.

Greed, lust, hatred, love and hate.

Wen Qian finally understood.

The people who come here are not all for faith, in fact, most of them are for their own desires and interests. Make an exchange with the Buddha.

How could a god make such a deal?

People believe in gods and Buddhas, and they should not believe in them from their interests, but from their hearts.

I firmly believe that there is a god in the three feet of the head, sit upright in my life, and look up worthy of the sky, and a constant thought is faith.

Yaozhen looked at her quietly and didn't say a word. What was in those eyes, Wen Qian couldn't tell for a while.

At this time, anyone knew that there would be no more power of faith here, so Wen Qian had no choice but to sigh and say, "It's okay, we can look for it again."

Yaozhen didn't speak, but still acquiesced.

Such a scene seemed to make them all sober up a lot, so when they walked in front of the church, none of them took the first step.

Wen Qian handed over the ticket and went in. Here, there is not a large Christian community, so the largest Christian church is only used for ornamental purposes.

Wen Qian didn't have much hope in the first place. But after entering here, I still sighed slightly.

The square in front of the church is flat and wide, surrounded by greenery, and there are various Western-style buildings scattered around, and the ivory white stone pillars stand tall, which further sets off the grandeur of the church building.

There are many tourists here, but compared to Buddhist temples, there are still many spectators, and believers are very rare.

Wen Qian saw the girl in the red dress spinning around to take pictures in front of the scene, and grabbed a handful of the pale moon season of the garden in her hand.

Beauty is beautiful, but there is not the slightest respect for the land of faith.

On closer inspection, many parts of the park are already incomplete, with garbage in the corners and sputum spit from tourists everywhere, flowers and plants that have been broken or bent, wooden ladders broken on the clock tower, and objects that have been broken and faded because they have been touched too many times.

And they all know that the ruins must not have been like this when they were first opened to the public.

Yaozhen said suddenly: "Morality is actually a kind of faith.

Wen Qian was stunned for a moment.

Yaozhen didn't speak, she quickly walked out of the park, as if she was abnormal again, and insisted on shouting to go back.

"There's nothing fun here, the only good thing about the human world is that there's a little more food.

Wen Qian was helpless, these places were not suitable, where else could they go?"

Yaozhen said to himself: "To be honest, I like you human beings, and I am willing to go to the trouble to satisfy my appetite. "

How can it be just to satisfy the appetite?"

Wen Qian remembered the surging desires and greed she had just seen in the temple, and her eyes darkened, "Otherwise, who would do this."

Yaozhen muttered, "That's right, human beings are nothing more than creatures that put profit first.

Yaozhen is not sober now, and she probably can't remember what happened just now, so she didn't refute it.

In Buddhist temples and churches, there are people who seek profit, people who forget morality, and people who are empty. Even though these people kneel down and chant the scriptures every day, they never have true faith.

But it occurred to her that faith is not limited.

Just as Yaozhen said morality, her will to live, can be called faith, so how could she think that only this kind of place has the power of faith?

What Yaozhen said to her when she first met Yaozhen.

Wen Qian clearly remembered that she was holding her shoulders at the beginning, word by word, in her ears:

"... Faith is not simply believing in gods and Buddhas, but having the most persistent and clear firm belief in your heart!"

Clear, firm, and persistent belief!

Shi Ming said that the reason for the fall of the temple, so if she wants Yaozhen to recover her divine power, she can't just look for it from simple temples and churches.

What kind of place will have the most sincere faith?

Wen Qian faintly felt that the fire of hope was burning in her heart again, she thought about it repeatedly, and she didn't think of any place or what kind of person had such characteristics.

"Yaozhen, think about it, where can you get the most power of faith?"

Yaozhen laughed like a child: "How is it possible, the human world has long been without the most sincere faith. The words were cruel.

Wen Qian's heart jumped a beat.

What does this mean?"

I thought Ah Ming should have told you about this. Yaozhen shook her head with a simple smile on her face, but Wen Qian felt as if it was very sad.

"This world, hundreds of years ago, after that catastrophe, had no power of faith.

"Faith collapsed.

She seemed to be questioning Wen Qian, and she seemed to be laughing at herself.

"Or do you think... I, the god of faith, Yaozhen, how can I stay in the abyss?"

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