Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 1912 Don't understand (one more)
"I've done some research, and there are the most scammers on the street beside the Town God's Temple." On the way, Mu Zichuan said to Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Okay, then pick a place with a lot of people to smash it."

A street in Chenghuang Temple.

Looking at the bustling crowd, Yang Ruoqing secretly sighed, no wonder the few main streets were lifeless and there were not many pedestrians to be seen.

It turned out that people all ran to the street of Chenghuang Temple.

Look, it's really lively here, with shops one after another, and small stalls on the side of the road one after another.

There were cries of hawking one after another. From the street, all kinds of strange things were put on the table for sale.

"Boss, how much is this sticker?"

Yang Ruoqing came to one of the small booths, and asked a question out of a pile of colorful papers.

The stall owner said: "This is not a sticker, it is a statue of Maitreya Buddha, ten coins a piece!"

"Ah? Maitreya Buddha?"

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, looked at the thing in her hand that was cut to resemble the image of the Kitchen God, and said, "Why does this look like the Kitchen God?"

The stall owner's expression changed, and he said, "The Kitchen God has hair on his head, and Maitreya Buddha has a bald head, so you wouldn't understand."

"As long as you know that if you spend ten cents to buy this statue of Maitreya Buddha and paste it in the main room, the God of Plague will not dare to spread the strange disease to your home. How about one?"

Yang Ruoqing shrugged, put the drawing paper back, turned and left.

When I was leaving, I heard the small vendor muttering: "I asked and didn't sell it, and Maitreya Buddha punished me later, and you have to bear it."

Luo Fengtang frowned, paused his steps, and wanted to go back to trouble the stall owner, but was grabbed by Yang Ruoqing.

"There's no need to get angry over such trivial matters. You see, almost everyone on this street is promoting Maitreya Buddha!" ​​she said.

Following her guidance, Luo Fengtang cast his gaze around.

Sure enough, all kinds of things are sold on stalls large and small.

What kind of dog skin plaster that can cure all diseases, what kind of perfect exorcising and nourishing soup.

The statues of Maitreya Buddha made of clay or wood chiseled.

Some were sitting, some were standing, and some were lying down.

With a bald head, a big and round belly, and an exaggerated smile on his face.

There were several rows, and the prices were clearly marked. In front of the stalls, a large number of people gathered around to buy Buddha statues of different grades according to their own pockets.

Women who usually have to bargain for a catty of cabbage have become more generous now.

"Seeing these people scrambling to buy these Buddha bodies, amulets, divine water, etc., I really feel so sad!" Mu Zichuan said slowly, with his hands behind his back, looking at the bizarre scene around him.

"It's really stupid. If these clay carvings and wood chisels really have such great magic power, there will be no birth, old age, sickness and death in this world."

"Those so-called divine water, to put it bluntly, are the ashes of burnt straw paper. If you drink it in your stomach, you won't be afraid of getting upset?" He murmured.

Luo Fengtang also had a solemn face, and said: "Didn't you hear what they said just now? Stomach trouble proves that the spell has worked, driving out the evil spirit and filth in the body."

"Hey, so many people believe this kind of rhetoric. I can see that many of them are dressed like they have a good family background and status!" He said.

Compared with Mu Zichuan and Luo Fengtang's mood at this time, Yang Ruoqing seemed much calmer.

"It can't be all blamed on the ignorance of the common people. Strange diseases are rampant. Even the imperial doctors of the imperial hospital are at a loss. The common people can't find a better way to save themselves, and they don't want to accept their fate. Brace yourself," she said.

"People are alive, to put it bluntly, they are supported by a belief."

"Without faith, people also lose the courage to live."

"And the Black Lotus Sect has taken a fancy to the common people and has become a spiritual pillar."

Yang Ruoqing looked at the common people who were scrambling to buy amulets and statues, and said, "Actually, they also understand that these things are useless to buy, but they will buy them anyway. They bought them as a sustenance."

Hearing her words, Luo Fengtang and Mu Zichuan both secretly nodded in agreement.

Mu Zichuan said: "The purpose of our coming here is to destroy their beliefs and sustenance. This... is so tricky!"

Yang Ruoqing also frowned: "It's really not a pleasant thing."

"Faith is everyone's freedom. If these people go to the temple to believe in Guanyin or something, burn incense and make a wish, it's nothing. Anyway, they will not interfere with other people's lives, nor will they endanger the stability of the country."

"But obviously, these common people mistakenly believed in the Black Lotus Sect, and became the knife used by the Black Lotus Sect to attack Daqi's national stability."

"No matter how difficult it is, we have to bite the bullet!"

Yang Ruoqing said solemnly, a look of determination flashed in her eyes.

She will not take things lightly, but once she does, she will do it to the end, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, this is her principle.

The three of them continued to walk forward, and ignored the small vendors along the way, but looked for the target along the way.

Ahead, there was a commotion from the crowd, screams, cheers, one after another.

"Go, go over there and see what's going on." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang and Mu Zichuan nodded, and the two men followed her in a tacit understanding.

One left and one right, protecting her in the middle.

Yang Ruoqing squeezed into the crowd, and in front of her eyes, a man in black was leaning on a stick, sitting cross-legged in the air at a height of more than two meters.

Like all the onlookers around, Yang Ruoqing was shocked when she first saw this man dressed as a Taoist priest meditating in the air.

In the air, more than two meters high, he sat there motionless.

He held a whisk in the crook of his arm with his right hand, and stretched out his left hand straight out, resting on a stick in front of his body.

Her hair was tied in a bun on the top of her head, and she was wearing a black Taoist robe.

The strange thing is, according to common sense, sitting in the air, the Taoist robe should absorb the gravity of the earth and it should hang down.

However, his Taoist robe didn't hang down, it was pressed neatly under his body, as if sitting on the ground and meditating.

Many onlookers couldn't help but bend down, wanting to see if there was a stool under the Taoist's buttocks.

Empty.

Beside him, discussions arose and spread to Yang Ruoqing's ears.

"It's so mysterious, this Taoist priest can actually sit in the air?"

"Yeah, this is the first time I've seen such a strange thing when I grow up. Could it be the reincarnation of a god?"

"Fairy? No way? He must be a martial arts master. Where are there really gods in this world?"

"Brother, you don't know about this..."

"Just because you haven't seen a god, doesn't mean there isn't one in this world."

(End of this chapter)