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Chapter 24 I’m just a part-time worker

It's him.

Lubian guessed the other party's identity.

The dark and strong man who carried away the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva in a gust of wind was the Black Bear Demon, the guardian god of Luojia Mountain under the Bodhisattva's seat.

The Black Bear Demon possesses immense power. During the Guanyin Monastery crisis, he battled the Great Sage several times on Black Wind Mountain without losing. It was Guanyin Bodhisattva herself who subdued him with the golden hoop given by Tathagata Buddha. The Great Sage wore a tight hoop, while the Black Bear wore a golden one. The final confining hoop was placed on Red Boy.

He rubbed his eyes and wiped away the dust.

His thoughts just wandered for a moment, and he thought about Jin Jinjin's matter.

Now that his business here was settled, he went to look for the old man he had met three days earlier. He had promised him a trip to Luzhou to build a statue, and he had kept him waiting for three days. Without further delay, he could set off now.

As he walked past the believers on the roadside, they made way for him to leave.

"..."

"Why don't you stop him?" The Emperor of the Song Dynasty hid at the edge of the crowd and asked the civil servant beside him in a low voice.

"How to stop him? What's the point of stopping him?" the civil servant was puzzled.

"That's right." The Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty also watched as the man walked into the gate of Tokyo and disappeared.

The emperor wanted to build a few statues of him on the roadside.

He just hasn't decided what kind of statue to make yet.

There was a stonemason with amazing skills on the roadside, and the emperor wanted to appreciate the process of him carving the stone statue up close.

He left Lubian in the palace to carve the stone statue, and he watched with his concubines.

However, if he did so, the civil officials would gossip about him, the emperor of the Song Dynasty. He would be criticized even for appreciating flowers and playing with birds on a daily basis, which was really annoying.

The Emperor of the Song Dynasty thought about it and decided to give up the idea. After watching the excitement, the Emperor returned with some regret.

In Tokyo,

We found the place by following the address given by the old man on the roadside. The old man had made all the arrangements and the frame was ready for us to set off for Luzhou at any time.

Luzhou, southeast of Shu, is a major hub in the southwest, a thousand miles from Tokyo. The sooner you set out, the sooner you'll arrive. The old man hadn't been home for years, communicating mostly through letters. The homesickness that washed over him made him want to fly back to Luzhou immediately.

The old man set off with his servants, while his sons and younger generations continued to stay in Tokyo to do business.

On the way, the man asked the old man, "Old man, what kind of statue do you want me to make?"

The old man replied, "It's a statue of a goddess."

Roadside: "Statue of a goddess? Is there any story behind it?"

The old man said, "That goddess is called the Third Holy Mother. She is the sister of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun of Guanjiangkou. She once walked among the people, dispelling plagues and rescuing people from ice disasters. The people of my hometown have been grateful for her kindness for many years."

"That's right."

Nodding to the old man on the roadside.

The old man continued to recount his past with the man on the side of the road: "Years ago, I heard that the Holy Mother Temple on the Jade Maiden Peak of Mount Hua was destroyed by an earth dragon and has never been rebuilt. The Three Holy Mothers have cut off the incense offerings from mortals like us, and I have always felt resentful."

"what?"

I was thinking about the story of the Three Holy Mothers on the roadside when I heard that the Holy Mother Temple had been destroyed.

Lubian thought to himself that something was wrong.

Why was Huashan Holy Mother Temple destroyed?

That must have happened!!

"...The Three Holy Mothers descended from heaven and gave birth to Chenxiang to live with Dad~~!"

The theme song of The Lotus Lantern immediately started playing in Lubian's head on a loop.

Journey to the West was a childhood memory for Lubian, and now the story of the Precious Lotus Lantern has arrived! And it just so happens to be the story of the era he lives in. "I think I understand something..." Lubian whispered.

"Master, what do you understand?" The old man looked at the roadside with some curiosity.

"Old man, do you think this world is prosperous?" asked someone on the roadside.

"bustling."

"Are the people living a happy life?" the man on the roadside continued to ask.

"The chaotic times since the fall of the Tang Dynasty have only lasted a little over a hundred years. Back then, the people barely had enough to eat, were poorly clothed, hungry, and homeless... Now we can be considered happy."

"What do you think of scholars and literati?" asked another person on the roadside.

"Scholar?"

"It's hard to say." The old man replied calmly.

Obviously, the old man did not want to tell his opinions about the literati and scholars to people on the street.

The old man was a merchant, the last of the four classes of scholars, farmers, merchants, and artisans. The Song Dynasty was open-minded and encouraged commerce, but the position of merchants was still somewhat delicate. Some things were said, others kept to themselves.

In the Song Dynasty, the emperor and the literati jointly ruled the world. The status of scholars in this era was far higher than before, and they could even compete with the imperial power.

The freedom of speech enjoyed by scholars in the Song Dynasty was real freedom of speech.

Combining the old man's answer, Lu Bian thought a lot and came to the conclusion that only the scholars and literati of the Song Dynasty could bewitch the Third Holy Mother, the goddess in heaven.

The destruction of the Holy Mother Temple indicates that Erlang Shen Zhenjun has imprisoned the Three Holy Mothers under Mount Hua.

In Lubian's memory, he had seen several versions of the Lotus Lantern. In each version, the story of the mortal scholar Liu Yanchang, whom the Third Holy Mother fell in love with, had different experiences.

Some versions of Liu Yanchang are just stories of him, never seen in person, having been sent to the underworld by Erlang Shen long ago. Others depict him living a low-key life with his son Chenxiang, hoping to live out his days as a mortal. Even more versions depict him as a wreck, devastated after losing his beloved, living a life of idleness, unconcerned about his son Chenxiang's life or death.

I just wanted to watch and listen to the story of the Third Holy Mother and her family for fun.

Anyway, Chenxiang will become a disciple of the Fighting Buddha Sun Wukong and go to split Mount Hua to rescue his mother.

A month later, Lu Bian and the old man arrived in Luzhou.

"It is really difficult to rebuild the Holy Mother Temple on Mount Hua. I, an old man, will fund the construction of a new Holy Mother Temple here."

"Master, you can start sculpting first. When you have finished sculpting the statue and the temple is built, ask Qi Lishi to move the statue of the Three Holy Mothers into the temple for worship."

I followed all the old man's instructions on the roadside.

——The statue of the Three Holy Mothers was made by the old man. I’m just an employee. Lord Erlang, please don’t bother me on the roadside~!

I was muttering to myself while walking by the roadside.

When preparing to carve the statue of the Three Holy Mothers, the old man found a portrait from somewhere and asked the man on the side of the road to carve the statue of the Three Holy Mothers facing the portrait.

"..."

Just one look at the person in the painting made Lubian's heart tremble.

"Who drew this?" asked the man on the roadside in shock.

"The author's name is here." The old man pointed to a corner of the painting.

"Forehead……"

He recognized the calligraphy and found that the person who painted it was Liu Yanchang.

——Oh no, this was painted based on the real Three Holy Mothers.

There are still many questions to ask on the roadside.

For example, where did the old man get this painting?

(End of this chapter)