C77 (2/2)
Finally, under the cheers of the crowd, the caravan finally climbed the mountain and arrived at the temple. After parking the car, everyone ran towards the solemn and grand temple in high spirits. Every time the group of ten arrived at a temple, they would enter the pious Buddha's Burning Incense, and after coming out, they would take photos in the temple square, including solo photos, group photos, group photos, and group photos. Even the usually unapproachable Zhang Song would join in, sometimes taking pictures with this person, sometimes with that person, sometimes with them.
After about an hour, or two hours, they finally arrived beside the famous money tree in the Nine Flower Mountain. Looking at such a large and thick money tree, one could see that it had existed for at least a hundred years. Perhaps even longer, its strong trunk, lush foliage, and towering ancient trees showed that it had a long history. If a person held hands and walked around the tree, it would take at least three adults to encircle the tree. According to the ancient legend, as long as one hugged the money tree, one could prosper and their wealth would surge. Zhang Song's group of ten people rushed forward one after another to carry this money tree that had been standing for who knows how many years.
Finally, after a series of twists and turns, everyone finally arrived at the main hall. ”If one were to look from the top to the bottom of the plane, the Nine Flower Mountain looked like a huge cave hole. The ground floor was filled with a heaven and earth that no one could imagine, a majestic, blood-red temple was erected one after another in the depths of the earth, surrounded by mountains, birds, and a solemn and auspicious scene.
The building of the Holy Hall was exquisite and solemn. Two huge statues of generals holding long halberds stood at both sides of the entrance, looking majestic and inviolable.
On both sides of the temple, pavilions and pavilions continued to be erected one after another. This palace was hidden deep within a mountain range that couldn't be seen with the naked eye.
Zhang Song looked at the solemn temple. He couldn't help but sigh. What kind of power could have allowed the ancient people to complete such a grand project?
A massive body that was several dozen meters long agilely descended from the top of the steps to the center of the palace. With a single glance, Zhang Song could faintly make out three large words written on a plaque in the great hall — — Great Hall of Magnificence!
Under everyone's impatience, they excitedly rushed into the holy palace. Within the palace, all kinds of legendary Buddhist disciples were placed around the palace in an orderly fashion. Many Buddhist disciples had surrounded the massive Shakyamuni in the center of the palace. That Shakyamuni seemed to be over ten meters tall. His peaceful expression and faint smile gave off a kind of soul-shaking feeling, causing one to be unable to help but feel a sense of solemnity.
Under the lead of Zhang Song and his second uncle, all the buddhist statues in the palace bowed to them one by one. However, the crowd did not pay much attention to them, if one were to look carefully, once Zhang Song finished worshipping the huge statue of Shakyamuni, the eyes of the giant statue started to tear up, and then condensed into tears that flowed down. However, all of this was not discovered by the crowd, they were still looking at the buddha.
”Look, this Buddha statue is crying. This Buddha statue is actually crying.” As everyone continued to pay their respects, the meticulous park visitors noticed this unusual phenomenon. How could the statue be crying? The weather was sunny outside and the palace didn't leak any water, but the statue was actually crying. No one present could explain this.
After the exclamation of a tourist, all the tourists in the hall gathered in front of the Buddha statue. Zhang Song and the others were no exception, all of them stared at the Buddha statue in unison. Yes, the clear tear stains were still on the Buddha statue's face.
”How strange, even the Buddha can shed tears.”
”The Buddha is crying. Does that mean something bad is about to happen?” Some of the more meticulous tourists voiced their doubts.
”Who knows, but it's very abnormal.”
”It's hard to say.” Everyone was talking at once, and everyone had their own opinions.
Zhang Song stared at the Buddha statue that was covered in tears, but his heart was in deep thought. Seeing that they were unable to explain this, the park visitors all left. Zhang Song suddenly came back to his senses under his sister's slapping. He stopped thinking and followed his sister and the others around the remaining Buddha statues to pay his respects.
In the end, they worshipped all the Buddha statues in the palace without missing a single one. Just as he was about to leave, he heard other tourists say that this hall was dedicated to the real body of the monk who passed away hundreds of years ago. Everyone was curious and wanted to see the real body of the high monk. They looked around the palace but did not find anything, inside the palace, besides the statue of Buddha, there was only a miniscule version of the pavilion in the northwest corner, the pavilion was really very small, perhaps it was also the smallest pavilion they have seen in history, the pavilion just happened to hold a jar, no one was surprised or confused, could it be that the high monk's real body was in this jar?
For the first time since they had set foot on the Nine Flowers Mountain, everyone was shocked by the workmanship of the building. Everyone worshiped with a pious heart, but why did the Buddha cry? Did someone do it on purpose? Was there something behind this unusual appearance? What else would Zhang Song and the others encounter?