It was almost two o'clock by the time he finished crushing the grains.
"Bone treasure, let's go and pay our respects to Buddha!”
Before they left, Zou Dongyu pulled Zhao Xiaogu into the temple hall.
Three clay statues stood side by side in the temple hall. Their faces were a little blurry and covered in cracks. The old paint had also faded a lot.
The few of them felt that it was very strange. After all, they had never seen a temple with statues in the hall.
Only the Taoist Sect's Three Pure Monastery had three statues standing side by side.
"This is really strange. This isn't a Daoist temple, so why are there three statues of gods standing side by side? Bone treasure, do you recognize who they are?”
Zou Dongyu muttered to herself as she pulled Zhao Xiaogu's hand and asked,
"This, I only recognize the first one on the left. Look at his head, don't you see many small bags? I think he must be the famous Buddha.”
Zhao Xiaogu observed for a while and said.
"Oh…bone treasure's words make sense, but who are the other two? "To be able to stand side by side with Buddha Rulai, he must have an extraordinary background…" Zou Dongyu nodded and looked at the other two statues beside her.
This time, Zhao Xiaogu couldn't tell either. After all, it had been a long time, and the paint on the statue had already peeled off a lot. Moreover, his face couldn't be seen clearly, so it was naturally very difficult to tell.
"I can't recognize these two either…"
"Amitabha. Patrons, the one standing on the green bull in the middle is the founder of Taoism, Li Er, who is often called Lao Tzu.
On the rightmost side was the Scholarly Sage, Kong Zhongni, who was holding a scroll and wearing a long robe.”
At some point, Fang Xiu had clasped his hands together and stood behind them.
"Laozi and Confucius?"
Zhao Xiaogu looked at the statue carefully. Indeed, there was a cow kneeling in the middle of the statue. However, the paint had faded, making it look strange.
Beside her, Sage Confucius was indeed holding something that looked like a stick. When she walked closer, she realized that it was a bamboo scroll, which was a book made of bamboo.
"Little monk, isn't this a temple? Why did he start worshipping Taoism and Confucianism?”
Zou Dongyu blinked and asked curiously.
" Amitabha. Patron, there are no absolutes in the world. Other temples also worship Taoist ancestors, and even Taoist temples worship Buddhas. Although this temple is small, the ancestors who built the temple believe in the saying that the three thousand great paths lead to the same destination. They also remember the spirit of the three sects created by the three venerable ones, so they are worshipped together to show their respect..."
Fang Xiu continued to talk nonsense in a serious manner. After all, who knew how long the people who built the temple had ascended to heaven?
Moreover, if he said that these three statues were created by the system, no one would believe him.
"Wow, little monk, I didn't expect you to know so much at such a young age!”
Zou Dongyu stared at him, her eyes filled with admiration.
"Amitabha. This is just what Master often says. After hearing it a lot, This Penniless Monk naturally remembers it.”
Fang Xiu's expression was still abnormally calm. When he started spouting nonsense, his face did not turn red nor did his heart skip a beat.
"Yes, yes. Then, little monk, tell me, why are your heads smooth and smooth while that Buddha's head is full of bumps? Did someone hit his bag?”
Zou Dongyu asked curiously.
"6666, this is a great question. Ordinary monks really don't know!”
"Haha, pretty Dong Yu is so straightforward. Her mouth is sharper than a sword. I really want to see the little monk suffer!”
"I'm also very curious about this question. Why would Buddha Tathagata have a full head of bumps and a crying and laughing expression…"
A group of viewers followed suit in the bullet screen, all staring at Fang Xiu, who was standing quietly in the temple hall.
He smiled faintly. In his mind, the stone platform under the statue of Gautama Buddha just happened to have some records of some things. The origin of this headful of bumps also happened to be among them.
Clasping his palms together, Fang Xiu said unhurriedly," Amitabha. Gautama Buddha, also known as Shakyamuni Buddha, didn't have a bun on his head. Instead, he had curly hair. To be precise, it should be called 'Buddha's Conch Hair'. Moreover, ordinary monks can't grow such hair.”
Fang Xiu glanced at the record under the statue and added some of his own words to describe it.
" D * mn, 6666, I just found out that Buddha's head was full of hair. I thought he was beaten up…"
"What a wonderful solution! I seem to have heard about this from an eminent monk. Although the words are different, the meaning is definitely there!”
" I'm impressed, little monk. He knows too much. I dare say that many monks don't know. I really don't understand how he knows so much at such a young age…"
The comments section was filled with '666's again. More people were not looking at celebrities. Instead, they liked to look at this little monk even more. He was too attractive, and they couldn't help but want to continue watching.
"Then, why does Gautama Buddha have hair, but you monks don't? Don't you need to cut off the three thousand threads of worry?”
Just as Fang Xiu heaved a sigh of relief, Zou Dongyu's question came again. Zhao Xiaogu couldn't help but stare at him, wanting to see how he would answer.
Director Wang also quickly asked the cameraman behind him to point the camera at Fang Xiu.
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