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Choi Kwon-jeong and his gang had invited the iron Buddha, which weighed dozens of tons, to be placed in the northwest corner of the wall. In front of it were offerings of fruits and incense burners. There was also a fat old monk sitting cross-legged in front of the iron Buddha, mumbling something.
Without the iron Buddha's cover, the lotus seat and the stone platform were exposed. Du Kang estimated that the stone platform was at least seven feet long and six feet wide. The yellow curtain was lifted up, revealing the greenish-white veined stones underneath. Three big guys with water drills in their hands were sweating profusely as they destroyed the stone platform. Along with the buzzing sound of the water drills, stone chips were dripping down to the ground along with the muddy water.
"What are they doing?
Are they going to tear down the stone platform? "
Du Kang looked at the scene that looked like a construction site and asked Ran Jing in a low voice. Ran Jing ignored him and focused on the stone platform that was being broken bit by bit. She seemed very nervous.
Du Kang secretly stuck out his tongue, but he was really curious about what these people were going to do. He happened to see Weiwei squatting next to the fat old monk not far away.
Sticking to the wall, Du Kang slipped to Weiwei's side like a human yellow croaker. He squatted next to Weiwei and poked Weiwei, who was concentrating on something. He lowered his voice and asked her what Choi Kwon-jeong, the old scumbag, was going to do.
Weiwei was quite satisfied with Du Kang calling Choi Kwon-jeong an old scumbag. She grinned and showed her white teeth. She patted Du Kang's shoulder hard and said, "Kid, you have a strong thirst for knowledge. Let me tell you what Choi Kwon-jeong, the old scumbag, is going to do."
"This Iron Buddha Temple was built in the Song Dynasty. Why did they build such a temple with a Buddha statue made of pure iron?"
"Big sister, can you focus on the main point?"
Du Kang was speechless. The more he was interested in something, the more Weiwei kept him guessing. Du Kang was so anxious that he clapped his hands loudly.
"Hey, what's wrong, little brother? Do you have a problem with that?" Weiwei squinted at Du Kang with evil intentions.
It was just a glance. It was really just a glance. Du Kang was terrified instantly. He pouted and muttered, "You only know how to bully me."
"Well, don't be like a child." Weiwei put her arms around Du Kang's shoulder intimately. The pleasant light smell drifted over again. Du Kang felt that his face was burning. But it seemed that Weiwei didn't notice it. She continued, "You have to know that those days were different from now, especially in the Song Dynasty. Although it was a big country, the people there were very cowardly, even more cowardly than you. Ah, I'm wrong. You are a little better than them." "It's true that when you lose in a war, you have to give money to the enemy.
In short, they are just a bunch of idiots with a lot of money. The Emperor naturally doesn't have to worry about food and drink, but the commoners can't. They give out millions of taels of silver at every turn. Of course, the Emperor won't pay out of his own pocket. How many officials are like Bao Qingtian? So, wool comes from the sheep's back. This money is equivalent to being deducted from the commoners' mouths … "" That's right.
According to Weiwei, the Song Dynasty was defeated that year and they had to cede land and pay reparations. The already heavy tax burden was doubled again. The rich people were so poor that they could not even eat three full meals a day, and the common people were even more poor and dejected. There was also a great drought that year. The land was so dry that there were cracks on the ground and not a single blade of grass grew.
As a result, when natural and man-made disasters happened, the common people couldn't make a living. They took the old and the young with them and fled the famine. They only hoped to go somewhere else to beg for food and to survive.
But it was a large-scale drought. The situation was the same within a radius of a thousand miles. People along the way were like hungry locusts. They ate whatever they saw. Wherever they passed, not to mention leaves, bark, grass, even the mice in the ground became good food.
A steamed bun could be exchanged for a virgin girl. A dead mouse could buy a good house. As time went by, there was less and less food. Some people even began to eat soil. "Xiao Pang, you may think that eating soil is a joke on the Internet.
"Little Fatty, you might think that eating soil is just a joke on the internet, but it really happened back then. It was really eating soil, eating Guanyin soil." She paused for a moment, her fingers secretly sliding across the corner of her eyes. "You probably haven't seen Guanyin soil before. It's a type of white soil that looks like flour, but once it enters the stomach, the soil will swell and cause a person's stomach to explode. But even so, there are still people who are crazy with hunger fighting to eat it. It's just like they say, they're going to die anyway, so there's no need to eat until they die."
At that time, the imperial court was corrupt and degenerate. It could be said that it was rotten from the inside to the outside, from the top to the bottom, and from the root. The money for disaster relief was not enough for the corrupt officials to spend. The victims didn't even see a grain of rice, let alone silver.
However, the disaster would eventually pass. Man was heartless, and heaven was kind. Finally, it rained during the Rain Solar Term of the second year. Everything recovered, and spring returned to the earth.
Many people who were lucky enough to survive returned to their hometown. But when they returned home, the tragedy was unbearable. The bodies of their former neighbors and old friends were now thrown away. As far as the eye could see, nine out of ten houses were empty, and the houses collapsed along the way.
There were blessings that people couldn't enjoy, and there were no unbearable sins. Many people would thank God if they could survive.
But not everything would be fine after a long drought and rain. Too many people had died in the past year. There were no less than a hundred thousand dead, and a wave of resentment lingered, especially here. At that time, the Dongguang area was an important pass for the Northern Song Dynasty to resist the Liao Jin Dynasty. Most of the disaster victims were stopped outside the pass by the order of the officials and starved to death.
"Think about it. More than a hundred thousand people starved to death, and they were all ghosts who couldn't return to their hometown. It didn't take long for this place to be haunted."
Weiwei finally got to the point. Du Kang's ears pricked up like an elf, ready to listen to what happened next.
But when the story reached the climax, a cracking sound came from the stone platform. The hard stone shell was penetrated by the power of three water drills, and it broke into several pieces and scattered on the ground.
The three muscular 'wall demolition workers' quickly retreated, and the follow-up personnel who were already prepared by the side followed up. Under Choi Quanzheng's command, five young men dressed in pure black Chinese tunic suits stood in five different positions, surrounding the stone platform in the middle. Each of the five of them held a long embroidered banner in their hands, which they slammed heavily on the ground. With a bang, it was as though a cloud of mist rose from the ground and enveloped the stone platform.
"Okay, the Five Elements Soul Trapping Array has been set up. Everyone, follow me."
Choi Kwon-jeong called and took a three-foot long sword from the hands of a personal disciple. He took the lead and entered the hole that was forcibly torn out. Ran Jing followed closely, and more than a dozen people in black Chinese tunic suits also entered the stone platform …