While the pilgrims were praying, Zhu Lao Temple was a little emotional in his heart. He did not expect that there were people in the world who remembered Bodhisattvas as he did.
However, Zhu Laomio soon noticed that the behavior of the pilgrim father and daughter during the service was a little strange. Generally, when burning incense and enshrining a Buddha, everyone should worship the main deity of the ancestral shrine, and the guardians on either side should either worship or not. However, this father and daughter not only worshiped at once, but also when they worshiped the red-faced general next to the Bodhisattva, they worshiped for longer than the Bodhisattva, and their eyes were even more pious than when I worshiped them. was. . Bodhisattva.
Old Miao Zhu was full of doubts, but he couldn't help but ask for the first time when the pilgrim father and daughter showed respect.
In response, a middle-aged man said sincerely, ``We were all saved by you. We are truly grateful.''
Hearing this, Lao Miao Zhu was a little surprised and asked, "Do you know who this Bodhisattva is?"
The middle-aged man nodded.
“Then do you know the identity of this blushing general?” Lao Miao Zhu lightly nodded and asked again.
“All I know is that his name is General Zeng.” The middle-aged man nodded and asked seriously, “Tell me.”
There was silence in the old temple for a while. I just felt it was strange to travel tens of miles and climb 100 meters high to worship, even though no one knew the name of the god, nor the name of the main god or the minor gods. . It seemed as if what the middle-aged man had said was true. He really met the gods and was saved. he was grateful.
It’s not scientific… Old Miaozhu thought for a moment.
In this regard, Zhu Lao Temple still quietly told middle-aged men the stories of the gods enshrined in this temple.
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