Text-savvy, explore the copy

Chapter 35 The Empty Temple (please read it!)

"How did you figure it out?" Nan Subei asked in surprise.

Hearing this, Zhuang Cai couldn't help but rub his eyebrows.

The two of them have actually made it very obvious.

Wu Nian couldn't help but smile after hearing this: "You didn't want to hide it, did you?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the claw hook on Nan Su Bei's left arm and his cloak. There is also the one-handed hammer that Zhuang Cai hangs on his waist.

"Anyone who has watched the video of these pieces of equipment will know it.

As long as you watch the video, you can understand that, and then calculate the time, the chance of matching is very high. Wouldn't you know if you think about it carefully? "

Hearing this, Nan Subei couldn't help but nodded, as if this was really the case.

Having said this, Wu Nian couldn't help but smile and said: "It seems that my luck should be pretty good this time."

After a few polite and in-depth exchanges with each other, the three of them separated and began to wander around the entire temple area.

They have an entire day to collect clues.

Naturally, this hall was handed over to Zhuang Cai for inspection first.

After the two left, Zhuang Cai went straight to the bottom of the Buddha statue, where there was a table covered with red cloth.

In addition to some fruits on the table, there is a money box below, and several very obvious booklets on it.

It is very consistent with ancient picture books, tied up with ropes.

"Ma Lang's Commentary on the Sutra"

"Register"

The thinner one was a Buddhist scripture. I opened it and looked at it. It was full of all kinds of very mysterious and difficult-to-understand scriptures.

However, I can still understand it through the text proficiency state, but the translation is very vernacular and strange.

It feels like translating classical Chinese into English.

The proficiency in words is just a proficiency, and the translation cannot convey a sense of honesty and elegance, but it allows Zhuang Cai himself to clearly understand the meaning expressed by these words and sentences.

This is what is understood within.

But it seems to be similar to Buddhism in the real world.

I flipped through it casually and found nothing strange, then looked at another register.

There are all kinds of names registered above.

And the names are even stranger when translated.

"Tummy feet, gray steel teeth, guard hairs..."

All have names like this.

The register seems to have been used for some kind of roll call. It is wider and thicker, and the names are registered differently.

There seems to be a dedicated roster for lectures.

"Master Gray Ear, Master Li Zhen, Master Steel Armor..."

These names look a little better.

After walking around the main hall for a long time, it seems that it is specially used to preach scriptures and worship Buddha. More importantly, it should be used to receive those who are dedicated to Buddha, so there is not much information to collect.

Zhuang Cai walked out, walked around the main hall and walked to the back.

There is also an inner square at the rear.

There is no longer a huge incense burner in the center of the square, but some statue aisles and flowers and plants.

These statues also have pig heads and human bodies.

Wandering around in these halls, to be honest, he didn't see anything too useful.

Until we came to the very back of the temple.

He finally saw the scene in the picture outside.

The backyard seems to be not open to the public, more like a place like the residence of these monks.

There is a small tower, probably no more than six or seven stories high.

In front of the tower is a square.

You can see some wooden and stone objects around the square that seem to be used for training.

In the center of the square is a huge rectangular stone standing in the center.

There are chains tied to it and iron nails nailed around it.

What is written in the center of the stone is a [divine character].

That is "town".

Zhuang Cai looked around the stone.

I'm pretty sure this is a divine word, but the strange thing is that this time it was just carved on the stone, and I didn't notice anything strange about it.

Not finding anything special, Zhuang Cai had no choice but to start looking for any interesting clues in the surrounding backyards. the other side.

Nan Subei, who was wandering around, came to the side.

Compared to the main hall, there is also a hall next to a side courtyard.

It's just that there are much fewer Buddha statues here, and they are also full of incense.

"It's strange, why do pigs become monks?" Nan Subei muttered as he wandered around.

"Could it be that everyone in this world is this kind of pig?"

To be honest, I was a little tired after spending half a day here.

He looked at the futon spread under the Buddha statue, dragged the futon and threw it to the edge of the table next to him, and then sat on the futon used for kneeling and worshiping.

He took out dry food, a flatbread and a piece of dried meat from the small bag slung on his shoulder.

He took two big bites of the water.

While eating dry food, Nan Su and Bei had a strange expression.

"It's really unpalatable."

But there is no way, there is nothing to eat in this copy.

Strangely enough, he had just entered a room that looked like a stove and a kitchen. As a result, there was nothing in the room except some rotten vegetable leaves, not even rice or noodles.

I don’t know what these pig-headed people eat.

Biting the dried meat, Nan Subei suddenly patted his head.

I couldn't help but raise my head and look at the Buddha statue next to me: "Isn't it bad to eat meat in a temple?"

He couldn't help but mutter, and then shook his head, who cares.

To be honest, he doesn't have these feudal superstitions.

And he is not a monk, so what should he be afraid of?

After eating a few mouthfuls and drinking some water, he stood up and patted his butt.

He picked up the futon with his feet and kicked it back to its original position below.

The futon turned over twice and landed accurately in its place. Nan Subei nodded, clapped his hands with satisfaction, took two steps, and was about to go out, when he suddenly stood there with a frown on his face.

He turned to look at the cushion that he had just kicked to its original position.

"Did the futon make any strange noise just now?"

I couldn't help but pick my ears and walked over.

Grab the futon and shake it up and down.

As it shook, I really felt that there was something in the futon, which was a little harder than the soft cushion.

I quickly grabbed it, and it seemed to be something hard.

He picked up the hunting knife at his waist and cut open the futon. Apart from some stuffing inside, he finally shook out something.

"Fuck!"

Nan Subei couldn't help but marvel, and pinched the hard thing he just grabbed from the pile of stuffing with his hands with some disgust.

Because this thing is nothing else, but a piece of bone.

It looks like a finger bone.

But it was very slender. Nan Subei compared his fingers, and it was obvious that they didn't look like so-called human bone grafts.

Looking at the Buddha statue, the slender and long finger bones are obvious, and they don’t look like pig’s finger bones.

With his shallow knowledge of anatomy, he really had no idea what kind of bone this thing was.

Cut a piece of rag and wrap it around the finger bone.

This is an interesting discovery. Although I don’t know if it will be useful, it is always okay to discuss it later.

But the monks here secretly eat meat.

Nan Subei ran out while thinking wildly.

At this time, Zhuang Cai was staying inside the white pagoda, beside an old bookcase, flipping through the ancient books in his hand.

He could see ancient books everywhere, and it was obvious that he had been reading here for a long time.

"Eat what you must eat, don't eat unless you don't eat, eat to make up for what you eat..."

Looking at the scriptures in the book, Zhuang Cai frowned.

"Feng, now you are more honest and elegant. What I want is a vernacular translation!"

He complained, but continued to read with a frown, because it did not affect his ability to understand. Trying to gain a deeper understanding.

(End of this chapter)