The weather was sunny and cool that day. Several women from the village came to Yuan Wanran to ask for needlework. The work was over and it was still early. Everyone was not in a hurry to go home to make lunch, so they moved chairs and stools outside the house to have tea and chat and bask in the sun.
It was the time when the dates were ripe. I walked along the Han family yard to the Quqi path. The rows of jujube trees stretched out with dense leaves and branches, like a dark green screen, with full red fruits protruding under the green spots.
Yuan Wanran asked the girl next door to use a bamboo pole to make dates, and give it to everyone to taste it and take some back.
The light brown bamboo pole penetrated into the tree and whispered, the branches and leaves rustled, and the red dates were like thick raindrops, falling to the ground.
Everyone was watching the dates and chatting, until Aunt Zheng said: There was something big in the capital, do you know?
Women live in the countryside for a long time, and their lives are dull, and they are willing to listen to some external affairs. Besides, Aunt Zheng has heard many strange stories from her husband who makes a living in the capital. If something happens, she will be very important. Everyone asks her to say it now.
Aunt Zheng opened her mouth and suddenly glanced at Hong Gu and the other two girls present, saying: You see me shooting dates. She is very tricky. If you don’t know how to deal with it, it will be bad if you hurt the jujube tree.
In fact, the villagers have been good at peeing in farming such as jujube making. Aunt Zheng said this tactfully that what she would mention is not convenient for the girls to listen to, so the girls left their seats to look for Zhaodi.
Mrs. Zheng just said to other women: There is a Ten Dharma Temple in the capital. Have you ever heard of it?
Everyone was thinking, and one of them slapped his thigh and said: Is it a very effective place to pray for a child? It is said that a woman cannot have children, so she goes there to bathe and fast, and lives alone in a quiet room for a few days. If she is lucky, she will be pregnant when the gods descend.
Another woman heard it and said: By the way, Wang Er at the village head asked his wife for begging him. The temple looked down on the little incense money given by Wang Er. He did not serve the vegetarian food, but he was turned away. He gave the couple a bowl of water to each other and sighed for a long time, saying that people were poor and they didn't even protect the gods and Buddhas.
Aunt Zheng said: It’s a big loss that he’s poor.
Everyone hurriedly asked about the reason. Aunt Zheng sipped tea and said: A while ago, a wife from the family of the family had not given birth to a few years after the family. So she went to Shifa Temple to ask for a child on the first day. She slept in the quiet room until midnight. A man appeared in the dark room, saying that she was a bald arhat. She was very moved by the sincerity of the wife's desire to ask for a child. She came down from heaven and gave her children.
Everyone asks me, I ask you: We have heard of ‘Arhat’, but is there a bald Arhat inside? Everyone shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders, saying they didn’t know
Aunt Zheng and others stopped talking and continued: The bald arhat said again, "The bald arhat must have one god and one yin and yang mingling to save the offspring into the woman's belly." The daughter-in-law believed it, and after the arhat lived like this for a few days, the daughter-in-law took the gods and descended several times, and gradually became weird: Every time the bald arhat had sex with her, it seemed a little different. For example, the bald arhat was thinner last night, but it was fatter tonight; the golden spear did not fall, but this time it was soft when it entered the hole.
The women laughed, and Aunt Deng blurted out: Oh, bald, that's not enough, just like my deceased ghost
The women laughed
Aunt Zheng smiled and said: Be careful that you will settle the score with you at night
Aunt Deng said: I hope the dead ghost crawled out of the ground. He was beaten by someone, but I still had a few punches left and didn't return it.
Seeing Yuan Wanran pouring tea quietly, Aunt Deng suddenly wondered what the young wife was thinking about and asked: Sister Han, what do you think about this?
Yuan Wanran didn't expect the topic to turn to herself, and was stunned for a moment. She thought about it for a while and said: This bald arhat is not the same story as other gods. Opera says that if we mortals want to escape from the body and achieve enlightenment, we must be clear and have few desires. Since that bald arhat becomes an immortal, how can we still... still get involved in a woman's body? Throughout history, many great people have been pregnant, and it is said that gods have appeared, but they are mostly entrusted to the parents of the great people, saying that God will give them noble sons, so that they will not be able to descend by the gods themselves. Doing such things with women can only give them children... I have little knowledge, and I have never heard of it.
The women nodded, I haven't heard of it, not only you
It's Ah, I haven't heard of it
Aunt Deng said whatever she thought: Maybe that bald arhat was not a god at all?
Others asked hesitantly: Auntie, are you suspicious? A bald man outside pretends to be a god and prys the door and opens the window at night to break into the house?
It is definitely not about opening doors and windows from outside. Aunt Zheng said affirmatively: When every woman enters a quiet room, her husband will personally send it into the house. She locks it with the door lock brought by the house and sticks the seal tightly. The wife I mentioned, when she gets up the next day, her husband will come to deliver the meal. The door lock and seal are all fine.
Aunt Deng was dissatisfied and argued: Maybe the man was hiding in a corner of the house and waiting for the night to come out?
Mrs. Zheng shook her head. Before her husband locked the door and left, she used to enter the house and walked around it. She looked really good. The quiet room was just a bed, chair, table, and a shrine was installed on the north wall. There was a life-sized statue of the arhat inside. This means that there was no third person in the quiet room except him and his wife. This husband was extremely delicate. He knocked on the bed board and looked at the floor if there was a secret passage.
Aunt Deng had nothing to say, and everyone asked: Could it be that he really met an immortal?
After being robbed, Aunt Zheng said: The wife went to her house and told her husband about something strange. Her husband asked the government to secretly send someone to investigate. After investigation, it was not good. At night, the man was not a bald arhat at all, but a group of bald donkeys.
The woman looked at each other and scared the truth about Aunt Zheng's tongue, who had always been very worried, for a long time, said:
Mrs. Zheng, what do you mean is that a group of monks from Shifa Temple, a group of monks raped the incense-burning women under the name of bald arhats?
Aunt Zheng is so nervous, that's what he said
Someone wondered: No, there is no one in the house, the bed and floor are fine, and the doors and windows are blocked well?
There is indeed no problem with the doors, windows, beds, and floors. Aunt Zheng replied: But if there is a problem with the shrine, the shrine will set up a mechanism to push forward and back. At night, the bald thieves who killed thousands of swords pushed open the shrine and came in from outside the house, taking turns to do bad things
Aunt Deng sticks out her tongue: Good, so scheming, ordinary people are hiding in the house, paying attention to the darkness under the bed, who would doubt the shrine? When the pilgrims see Buddha statues, they only know how to worship, but they dare not touch it, which makes them even more insulting.
Another person said: To destroy the innocence of a good woman, sow evil seeds, and tout them as miracles. Alas, how can human hearts be so bad?
Some of them were silent, some sighed, some chanted Buddha's name, saying that they would commit evil in the name of gods and immortals, and they would definitely go to Avici Hell
Aunt Zheng, Yuan Wanran asked softly: What happened to the women who have been to the temple to pray for their children and their children?
Little sister-in-law Han is indeed young. Aunt Deng said in a whistlebrating voice: Do you still need to ask? A woman who has dirty her body and a child of unknown origin will be sad in the future.
Yuan Wanran nodded silently to show that she was taught, but she could not give up. She looked at Daniel Zheng again
Aunt Zheng's eyes caressed her. You, Aunt Deng, said it lightly, and the matter started. Those rich families who went to the temple to seek children had face equivalent to falling into a cesspool and seeking children and women who committed suicide. Some families were very proud of their face. They reported to the official that their wife had died of sudden illness. In fact, everyone knew the tricks in it, but they didn't know whether those who committed suicide were voluntarily and were forced to do so? Not to mention the child, the family refused to recognize her and her mother died again. Can it be cured?
Also said: Don’t talk about those women who are begging for children, all kinds of rumors are flying in the sky in Beijing. Even the big girls and wives who have been to Shifa Temple to burn incense, some people suspect that the big girls can still prove their innocence. The little wives? When they meet suspicious parents-in-law and husband, they can’t even tell me that I am a friend of mine. Because my daughter-in-law used to visit Shifa Temple to worship gods, the family was overturned.
Aunt Deng asked angrily: Where are those thieves bald?
Killing Li Jue, Aunt Zheng said: The executioner killed about a hundred people in a day, and changed the knife several times
Tsk, why don’t Lingchi be judged? Aunt Deng complained
Everyone chatted for a while, and someone said: Our Wushen Temple is still reliable. Although the temple is small, it can protect the village from the weather and weather in recent years.
The temple is not big, but there is a god, and the spirit is spiritual. Aunt Zheng agrees: The temple is also upright. The official has been working for decades and never acts as a demon.
Aunt Deng’s interface: No, the old man is a man and he is a mute and can’t speak. Everyone is relieved of him. He doesn’t avoid him when he asks Master Wu Shen.
No, Mr. Guan is not a mute. Aunt Zheng retorted: He can speak, but he rarely speaks.
Aunt Deng frowned, Sister-in-law, you remembered wrongly, Mr. Guan never said anything
You remembered it wrongly...
Whether the Master Zhuguan in the Wushen Temple was mute or not, this question first sparked a debate between the two aunts, and later other women joined the war
Yuan Wanran was stunned by the fact that the defiled woman and the affected woman were suddenly in the Shifa Temple case. Suddenly, her delicate voice was cold and sticky as if she was snake-like.
Sister Wan
Before Yuan Wanran could react, she felt a chill on her back just by hearing the sound.
Looking in the sound, sister-in-law Cai and Yuan Zhiyong stood not far away, following several villagers asking for help.
It was the time when the dates were ripe. I walked along the Han family yard to the Quqi path. The rows of jujube trees stretched out with dense leaves and branches, like a dark green screen, with full red fruits protruding under the green spots.
Yuan Wanran asked the girl next door to use a bamboo pole to make dates, and give it to everyone to taste it and take some back.
The light brown bamboo pole penetrated into the tree and whispered, the branches and leaves rustled, and the red dates were like thick raindrops, falling to the ground.
Everyone was watching the dates and chatting, until Aunt Zheng said: There was something big in the capital, do you know?
Women live in the countryside for a long time, and their lives are dull, and they are willing to listen to some external affairs. Besides, Aunt Zheng has heard many strange stories from her husband who makes a living in the capital. If something happens, she will be very important. Everyone asks her to say it now.
Aunt Zheng opened her mouth and suddenly glanced at Hong Gu and the other two girls present, saying: You see me shooting dates. She is very tricky. If you don’t know how to deal with it, it will be bad if you hurt the jujube tree.
In fact, the villagers have been good at peeing in farming such as jujube making. Aunt Zheng said this tactfully that what she would mention is not convenient for the girls to listen to, so the girls left their seats to look for Zhaodi.
Mrs. Zheng just said to other women: There is a Ten Dharma Temple in the capital. Have you ever heard of it?
Everyone was thinking, and one of them slapped his thigh and said: Is it a very effective place to pray for a child? It is said that a woman cannot have children, so she goes there to bathe and fast, and lives alone in a quiet room for a few days. If she is lucky, she will be pregnant when the gods descend.
Another woman heard it and said: By the way, Wang Er at the village head asked his wife for begging him. The temple looked down on the little incense money given by Wang Er. He did not serve the vegetarian food, but he was turned away. He gave the couple a bowl of water to each other and sighed for a long time, saying that people were poor and they didn't even protect the gods and Buddhas.
Aunt Zheng said: It’s a big loss that he’s poor.
Everyone hurriedly asked about the reason. Aunt Zheng sipped tea and said: A while ago, a wife from the family of the family had not given birth to a few years after the family. So she went to Shifa Temple to ask for a child on the first day. She slept in the quiet room until midnight. A man appeared in the dark room, saying that she was a bald arhat. She was very moved by the sincerity of the wife's desire to ask for a child. She came down from heaven and gave her children.
Everyone asks me, I ask you: We have heard of ‘Arhat’, but is there a bald Arhat inside? Everyone shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders, saying they didn’t know
Aunt Zheng and others stopped talking and continued: The bald arhat said again, "The bald arhat must have one god and one yin and yang mingling to save the offspring into the woman's belly." The daughter-in-law believed it, and after the arhat lived like this for a few days, the daughter-in-law took the gods and descended several times, and gradually became weird: Every time the bald arhat had sex with her, it seemed a little different. For example, the bald arhat was thinner last night, but it was fatter tonight; the golden spear did not fall, but this time it was soft when it entered the hole.
The women laughed, and Aunt Deng blurted out: Oh, bald, that's not enough, just like my deceased ghost
The women laughed
Aunt Zheng smiled and said: Be careful that you will settle the score with you at night
Aunt Deng said: I hope the dead ghost crawled out of the ground. He was beaten by someone, but I still had a few punches left and didn't return it.
Seeing Yuan Wanran pouring tea quietly, Aunt Deng suddenly wondered what the young wife was thinking about and asked: Sister Han, what do you think about this?
Yuan Wanran didn't expect the topic to turn to herself, and was stunned for a moment. She thought about it for a while and said: This bald arhat is not the same story as other gods. Opera says that if we mortals want to escape from the body and achieve enlightenment, we must be clear and have few desires. Since that bald arhat becomes an immortal, how can we still... still get involved in a woman's body? Throughout history, many great people have been pregnant, and it is said that gods have appeared, but they are mostly entrusted to the parents of the great people, saying that God will give them noble sons, so that they will not be able to descend by the gods themselves. Doing such things with women can only give them children... I have little knowledge, and I have never heard of it.
The women nodded, I haven't heard of it, not only you
It's Ah, I haven't heard of it
Aunt Deng said whatever she thought: Maybe that bald arhat was not a god at all?
Others asked hesitantly: Auntie, are you suspicious? A bald man outside pretends to be a god and prys the door and opens the window at night to break into the house?
It is definitely not about opening doors and windows from outside. Aunt Zheng said affirmatively: When every woman enters a quiet room, her husband will personally send it into the house. She locks it with the door lock brought by the house and sticks the seal tightly. The wife I mentioned, when she gets up the next day, her husband will come to deliver the meal. The door lock and seal are all fine.
Aunt Deng was dissatisfied and argued: Maybe the man was hiding in a corner of the house and waiting for the night to come out?
Mrs. Zheng shook her head. Before her husband locked the door and left, she used to enter the house and walked around it. She looked really good. The quiet room was just a bed, chair, table, and a shrine was installed on the north wall. There was a life-sized statue of the arhat inside. This means that there was no third person in the quiet room except him and his wife. This husband was extremely delicate. He knocked on the bed board and looked at the floor if there was a secret passage.
Aunt Deng had nothing to say, and everyone asked: Could it be that he really met an immortal?
After being robbed, Aunt Zheng said: The wife went to her house and told her husband about something strange. Her husband asked the government to secretly send someone to investigate. After investigation, it was not good. At night, the man was not a bald arhat at all, but a group of bald donkeys.
The woman looked at each other and scared the truth about Aunt Zheng's tongue, who had always been very worried, for a long time, said:
Mrs. Zheng, what do you mean is that a group of monks from Shifa Temple, a group of monks raped the incense-burning women under the name of bald arhats?
Aunt Zheng is so nervous, that's what he said
Someone wondered: No, there is no one in the house, the bed and floor are fine, and the doors and windows are blocked well?
There is indeed no problem with the doors, windows, beds, and floors. Aunt Zheng replied: But if there is a problem with the shrine, the shrine will set up a mechanism to push forward and back. At night, the bald thieves who killed thousands of swords pushed open the shrine and came in from outside the house, taking turns to do bad things
Aunt Deng sticks out her tongue: Good, so scheming, ordinary people are hiding in the house, paying attention to the darkness under the bed, who would doubt the shrine? When the pilgrims see Buddha statues, they only know how to worship, but they dare not touch it, which makes them even more insulting.
Another person said: To destroy the innocence of a good woman, sow evil seeds, and tout them as miracles. Alas, how can human hearts be so bad?
Some of them were silent, some sighed, some chanted Buddha's name, saying that they would commit evil in the name of gods and immortals, and they would definitely go to Avici Hell
Aunt Zheng, Yuan Wanran asked softly: What happened to the women who have been to the temple to pray for their children and their children?
Little sister-in-law Han is indeed young. Aunt Deng said in a whistlebrating voice: Do you still need to ask? A woman who has dirty her body and a child of unknown origin will be sad in the future.
Yuan Wanran nodded silently to show that she was taught, but she could not give up. She looked at Daniel Zheng again
Aunt Zheng's eyes caressed her. You, Aunt Deng, said it lightly, and the matter started. Those rich families who went to the temple to seek children had face equivalent to falling into a cesspool and seeking children and women who committed suicide. Some families were very proud of their face. They reported to the official that their wife had died of sudden illness. In fact, everyone knew the tricks in it, but they didn't know whether those who committed suicide were voluntarily and were forced to do so? Not to mention the child, the family refused to recognize her and her mother died again. Can it be cured?
Also said: Don’t talk about those women who are begging for children, all kinds of rumors are flying in the sky in Beijing. Even the big girls and wives who have been to Shifa Temple to burn incense, some people suspect that the big girls can still prove their innocence. The little wives? When they meet suspicious parents-in-law and husband, they can’t even tell me that I am a friend of mine. Because my daughter-in-law used to visit Shifa Temple to worship gods, the family was overturned.
Aunt Deng asked angrily: Where are those thieves bald?
Killing Li Jue, Aunt Zheng said: The executioner killed about a hundred people in a day, and changed the knife several times
Tsk, why don’t Lingchi be judged? Aunt Deng complained
Everyone chatted for a while, and someone said: Our Wushen Temple is still reliable. Although the temple is small, it can protect the village from the weather and weather in recent years.
The temple is not big, but there is a god, and the spirit is spiritual. Aunt Zheng agrees: The temple is also upright. The official has been working for decades and never acts as a demon.
Aunt Deng’s interface: No, the old man is a man and he is a mute and can’t speak. Everyone is relieved of him. He doesn’t avoid him when he asks Master Wu Shen.
No, Mr. Guan is not a mute. Aunt Zheng retorted: He can speak, but he rarely speaks.
Aunt Deng frowned, Sister-in-law, you remembered wrongly, Mr. Guan never said anything
You remembered it wrongly...
Whether the Master Zhuguan in the Wushen Temple was mute or not, this question first sparked a debate between the two aunts, and later other women joined the war
Yuan Wanran was stunned by the fact that the defiled woman and the affected woman were suddenly in the Shifa Temple case. Suddenly, her delicate voice was cold and sticky as if she was snake-like.
Sister Wan
Before Yuan Wanran could react, she felt a chill on her back just by hearing the sound.
Looking in the sound, sister-in-law Cai and Yuan Zhiyong stood not far away, following several villagers asking for help.
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