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Chapter 116 Cauldron Mountain

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    Since it is going to Dingshan, it is natural to go to the Xiangding Temple on the top of the mountain to burn incense sticks.  This is also an old local custom in Jin County. Whenever there are pregnant women and newborns at home, they always go to worship, so that they can always feel more at ease.

    Because she took Xiaoxiao with her, Dong Fang was naturally not careless, and had to do some homework and prepare some offerings temporarily.  It will be summer, and what I bring is watermelon, candied lotus root, peanuts, and rice cakes made by Dong Fang herself.

    She had to prepare these fine pieces at night, and then put them all into the bamboo basket, and covered it with a layer of white gauze.  After the offerings are prepared, it is natural to prepare incense candles.

    Xiangding Temple is full of incense, and vendors selling incense candles line up from the gate of the temple to the foot of the mountain.  There was a peddler who was eloquent, and asked Jun Tao to buy two handfuls of incense after a few words about the safety of mother and child.  After walking a few steps, someone again offered to Juntao to sell Guanyin, and Juntao saw that it seemed to be suitable for the occasion, so he hurriedly bought it again.

    There are always some professional beggars on the road, Xiaoxiao has a pitiful and soft-hearted expression on her face, and Jun Tao is too busy to give these people some small money.

    After such a trip up the mountain and down, before arriving at the temple, most of the money was spent.  Dong Fang said with a smile: "Second brother, you are really a money-spreading boy."

    Jun Tao curled her lips: "Hey, sister, don't make fun of me, let me take it as doing good deeds and accumulating virtue."

    After listening, Dong Fang let out a "chi" laugh, thinking, once upon a time, the younger brother who was fine with everything being sloppy, actually thought so much.

    Dong Fang and Jun Tao helped Xiaoxiao enter the mountain gate together, first to the Vajra Hall, then to the Four Heavenly Kings, offering incense one by one.  Then the three of them bypassed an inner courtyard, and then climbed up the stone steps, which was the Daxiong Palace.  There were many bodhisattvas inside, so Dong Fang placed offerings for Xiaoxiao one by one, praying for a mother and child to be safe and happy.

    After all, Xiaoxiao is a pregnant woman, and climbing the mountain is also exhausting. By this time, her waist is sore and her legs are weak, and her head is dizzy. Dong Fang hurriedly helped Xiaoxiao to the side room to take a rest for a while.

    As soon as they entered the wing room, they were surprised to find that there were female lay Buddhists and believers sitting in twos and threes, all fiddling with needles and thread, mending something.

    After watching for a long time, Dong Fang finally understood. It turned out that it was the master in this temple who always had old robes or shoes and socks to mend. The local old women would come up to the mountain to help with needlework.

    Several women were together, busy threading needles and threads, and their mouths were not idle.  They were talking about a daughter-in-law who gave birth to a son, but it took five days before she came out; or an old man walking on a field path at night, suddenly disappeared, and reappeared in a neighboring village after a few days.

    All in all, after all, it was all rumors and strange stories, and a few people talked about it, and their faces were also happy when they were doing the work.  Dong Fang, Xiaoxiao, and Jun Tao listened to it, and they were also a little fascinated. It was the same as listening to stories under the arbor in Xiaye when they were young.

    The three of them sat quietly like this for an entire afternoon, and when the sun went down, the temple was about to close for evening classes.  Several old ladies packed up their needles and threads and went out the door one after another.  Seeing this, the three of Dong Fang left and prepared to go home.

    On the way down the mountain, Dong Fang was a little dazed looking at the view of the sky at sunset.  The colorful clouds change from time to time, like a fairy dancing sleeves.  Today, when I came out of Dingshan, although it was a bit of a hard walk, I did feel a lot more relaxed.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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