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In ancient times, there were three hundred and sixty lines of sayings, among which there was the profession of selling oil langs.
This selling oil lang, in fact, is also a kind of cargo lang, but the cargo lang carries the cargo burden, the things sold are very miscellaneous, needle thread brain, rouge gouache, all sell.
And selling oil lang, just sell oil, mainly to eat oil, of which to say the best, it is estimated that it is sesame oil, this kind of thing, the average person can not afford to eat, mainly sold to temples and the like.
Because the long lamp in front of the Buddha is generally burned with sesame oil.
Selling oil lang money three, from seventeen or eighteen, he became an oil seller, ten years have passed, but also married and had children, life is still OK.
Every day is to walk the streets and alleys, like the freight man, the farthest to go a hundred miles away, it is also extremely difficult.
On this day, this Qian San took the burden and set off from his home, aiming at a town dozens of miles away, which had not been there for some time, and planned to try his luck.
I went out early, all the way, and didn't sell much, so I simply stopped hesitating and went towards the goal.
Dozens of miles, not until noon.
In this town, after a circle, ordinary oil was sold a lot, taking the money, the money was very happy, looked at the sky, and hurried home.
Even if you speed up, after all, you have been busy for a day, you are still tired, so the speed is even slower than in the morning.
Good evil is halfway through, the sky is already dark, selling oil lang money three knows, such as this situation, he will go home, if it is farther, then it is the overnight.
I was walking, and in the darkness, there was the sound of chanting, and it was strange to sell oil, and there seemed to be no temple nearby.
He hadn't walked this road for more than two months, so could it be that a temple had been built here during this period?
With doubts, I saw an ancient temple with quite an imposing momentum.
On the wall of the temple, at a distance, there will be a lantern, so if you look at it from a distance, you can see the temple in general.
The door opened, and at this moment there were still pilgrims entering and leaving, and the welcoming monks at the door looked a little young.
When the oil seller saw this, he was stunned, but a thought suddenly flashed in his mind, it seemed that he had not really entered the incense once except for selling sesame oil to the temple.
Thinking of this, the oil seller hesitated a little, stepped inside, went to the door, put down the burden, and said to the welcoming monk: I hope the master will help me see it, I will go to the incense, and I will return in a moment.
The welcoming monk was polite and nodded in agreement.
Although there were pilgrims, after all, there were not many, and after the incense was offered in the courtyard, they went to the main hall.
Usually, they will come here to make a wish to worship the Buddha, and since they have come here, it is not good to leave immediately, so the oil seller Qiansan arrived here and simply knelt on the futon.
I had intended to make a wish, but before I could bow down, I was stunned, my nose moved, and I sucked hard.
A strange smell entered his nostrils, and Qian San frowned, looking for the source, and finally set his eyes on the Changming lamp.
As an oil seller, he has been to more than one temple, no matter which temple, in general, among the long lamps, almost all are lit with sesame oil.
Because sesame oil has an aroma after it is lit, it is suitable for vegetable oil in front of the Buddha, so sesame oil is almost the best thing.
Smelling this spicy smell, the face of the oil seller changed, as an oil seller, he smelled it at once, this is not only not sesame oil, it should be said that even vegetable oil is not, this is animal oil.
Burning animal oil in front of the Buddha is simply impossible.
Therefore, seeing this, Qian San swept his eyes over the people in the hall, including the pilgrims, including the monks.
After looking closely, the heart was alert, and the crowd seemed to look wooden, to put it bluntly, like a dummy, not much anger, and appeared to be extremely wooden.
Moreover, several monks had already set their eyes on him, and a cold breath made his back sweat coldly.
A wave of uneasiness made him freeze, his mind turned, his eyes saw the long bright lamp, and he immediately had an idea.
After getting up, he suddenly came to the front, and he actually directly lifted the Changming lamp, the fire filled the air, and the crowd exclaimed, taking advantage of this, selling oil Lang Qian San rushed out.
When he reached the door, he picked up the burden and ran, but before the welcoming monk could react, Qian San had already gone far.
Behind him seemed to be a burst of fire, but he just ran out of a dozen inches, and when he turned back, he was gone, because there was no light at all, and the temple seemed to have disappeared.
It wasn't until a few months later that the oil seller saw the temple again, and there was a temple here, but it was a ruined temple that had been abandoned for decades.
Fortunately, I ran away at that time, otherwise the consequences would be unpredictable!
That's it for the story, so stay tuned to the original story area of the Shinto Immortals.
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