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Chapter 147 The First Tower

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    Standing under this Tongtian glazed pagoda based on a five-color lotus platform, Zhao Hao couldn't help himself for a long time as he looked at the three characters "First Pagoda" inscribed by Emperor Chengzu on the pagoda door.

    Only by seeing it with your own eyes and being there in person can you truly appreciate how majestic this pagoda is and how brilliant the Ming Dynasty's miracle buildings are!

    Xuelang and the three of them could feel that at that moment, Zhao Hao seemed to be a different person.

    Mr. Zhao, who used to be lazy and carefree in the past, now had a face full of reverence, just like the most devout Buddhist. He excitedly reached out and touched the wall of the tower covered with five-color glazed glass.

    On the wall of the tower, there are inlaid with countless porcelain statues of King Vajra riding a lion. Each statue has a hairpin, a belt, a sword, a wheel, and various decorations. No one is the same.  Looking up, the eaves of each floor of the tower are covered with carved sills and carved couplets, surrounded by Yuanzhu flower calyxes, with rows of green tiles and bright colors.

    At the top of the nine-level pagoda, there is a huge iron wheel disk with several stacks of wheels on it, and a gold orb about ten feet in size is crowned as the top.  It is surrounded by gilt copper chains and gold bells.  Each level of the eaves is hung with gilded bells, which sing melodiously in the autumn wind and sing the most splendid music of the Ming Dynasty.

    Xuelang told Zhao Hao that except for a ¡®core wood¡¯ on the top of such a glazed tower, there was not an inch of wood in the entire body.  This is also the reason why it survived the thunder and fire last year

    After the monk guarding the pagoda, under Xuelang's order, opened the copper-clad iron door with gold nails and red paint, Zhao Hao discovered that there was actually a three-story spacious lobby in the glazed pagoda.

    Entering the pagoda, you will see a high relic pagoda made of pure gold in the center of the hall, with a golden body of Sakyamuni Buddha on each side.

    Xuelang stepped forward to light incense for the Buddha statue. The two girls knelt on the futon and kowtowed devoutly to the Buddha. They didn't know what they were praying for.

    At this time, Zhao Hao stood there, looking up at the hundreds of Buddha statues scattered on the hall walls and caissons.  I saw that each statue was extremely exquisite, with eyebrows and hair, looking at him with dignity, compassion, or indifference.

    The Buddhas seemed to be asking him, who are you, where are you from, and where are you going?

    Zhao Hao could not answer, so he could only retract his gaze, follow Xuelang's footsteps, and climb the spiral staircase surrounding the tower wall.

    ??~~

    The four of them silently rotated up the spiral staircase. On each floor, they worshiped the Buddha as they did before.

    The statue of Amitabha Buddha is enshrined in the middle of the second floor;

    In the middle of the third floor is the great statue of Sakyamuni Buddha;

    The statue of the Great Compassion Buddha is enshrined in the middle of the fourth floor;

    In the middle of the fifth floor is a statue of the Great Muni Buddha;

    The statue of Guanyin is enshrined in the middle of the sixth floor;

    The seventh floor is dedicated to the statue of Master Yingluo;

    The eight and nine floors are like one floor, each with Buddha statues on four sides

    When he reached the top floor, Zhao Hao saw a door leading to the outside of the tower. He asked Xuelang and learned that it was reserved for maintenance of the top of the tower, so he enthusiastically proposed to go out and take a look.

    Xuelang's face turned pale when he heard this: "I'm sorry, young monk, that I can't accompany you. I'm afraid of heights."

    Qiaoqiao was also very scared, but seeing that Ma Xianglan was also eager to try, he said unwillingly: "I'll go out and have a look."

    "You must be careful, there is no chance of survival if you fall." Xue Lang was really worried, fearing that the Ming Dynasty's poetry circle would lose its fig leaf, so he tied the rope used by the novice monks who usually cleaned the windows outside the tower around their waists, and then took out the rope.  He took out the key and opened the door fan.

    As soon as the door opened, there was a sudden rush of wind. Zhao Hao went out first, followed by Ma Xianglan. The two of them protected the small Qiaoqiao in the middle.

    When he came outside the tower, he saw a platform more than three feet wide for resting on. Zhao Hao couldn't help but smile and said: "Don't worry, it's very spacious."

    "Yes, Qiaoqiao, open your eyes and take a look. I'm afraid you'll only see this beautiful scenery in your life." Ma Xianglan also advised Qiaoqiao.

    Qiaoqiao was frightened by the shrill wind in her ears. She still kept her legs trembling and closed her eyes. She just hugged Zhao Hao's arm tightly with both hands. How could she dare to open her eyes to see?

    Zhao Hao and Ma Xianglan had no choice but to ignore her. They turned around and looked around. They saw mountains and rivers everywhere, birds and clouds within reach.

    Take a closer look at the splendid palaces, the majestic civil and military yamen, the crisscrossing streets and alleys, the dense waterways and canals in Jinling City, as well as the houses, streets, carriages and horses, and boats those huge and unattainable things in the past,  Everything trapped deep in it appeared at their feet like a picture.

    At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the entire city of Nanjing was shrouded in golden light.

    Listening to the crisp ringtone in his ears, Zhao Hao had no distracting thoughts. He finally found the answer he had been looking for since he came to this world.

    Why did I come?  What am I going to do?

    So I¡¯m here?This is to make this glazed pagoda stand forever under the city of Nandu

    It turns out that I came here to preserve the prosperity of China for thousands of miles

    It turns out that I came here to let the world continue to crawl at the feet of China!

    When he figured this out, he felt that the membrane between him and the world was silently broken.

    ??~~

    In early winter, the sun sets in the blink of an eye.

    Seeing that it was getting dark, Zhao Hao and Ma Xianglan took Qiaoqiao back to the tower.

    With her feet on the ground, Qiaoqiao finally opened her eyes and said with a cry: "Oh my god, it's too scary. I will never go to higher places again."

    "That's right." Xue Lang nodded in agreement and said, "We people should be down-to-earth. Let's go down."

    As we walked down, we met groups of novice novices holding candles and oil cans, lighting lamps and refilling oil in front of the windows.

    When Zhao Hao and the others came out of the pagoda and looked back, they saw that the entire glazed pagoda was already brightly lit and the precious light was flowing.

    "It's so beautiful!" Qiaoqiao couldn't help but clapped her hands and said, "If I had known I could just look at it from below, why bother going up here?"

    "If you don't go up here, you will regret it for the rest of your life." Ma Xianglan shook her head and chuckled, but she leaned on Qiaoqiao's shoulder.

    She had been going up and down for most of the day. Her legs were so sore that she had to hold on to the railing before she could get down. At this time, she was already on the verge of collapse.

    Although Zhao Hao is stronger than her, he is still very tired.

    Seeing that the city gate was also closed, Xuelang stayed with them for one night.

    If it were Zhao Hao alone, he would definitely let him live in his monastery so that the two of them could spend the whole night talking.

    But with two women, Tan Yue, it was naturally inconvenient to stay in the temple.  Fortunately, there are many industries in Dabaoen Temple, and there are a large number of guest rooms for pilgrims outside the temple.

    Xuelang sent the three of them to an exquisite small courtyard, and asked Zhike Monk to treat them well, and then hurried back to attend his evening class.

    The young novice monk brought hot water for the three of them to soak their feet and relieve their fatigue. They also set up a fasting banquet to entertain the distinguished guests of their senior brother.

    The three of them were already very hungry, and it was their first time to enjoy the vegetarian meal at Dabaoen Temple. Naturally, they were full of praise for their food.

    "Well, the fast food of Dabaoen Temple is indeed well-deserved." Zhao Hao ate and drank enough, stretched himself, and lay on the Arhat bed, not wanting to move.

    Qiaoqiao helped the little novice monk put away the tableware. Ma Xianglan wanted to help, but she couldn't stand up, so she had to sit on the other side of the Luohan bed and smiled wryly at Zhao Hao.

    While Qiaoqiao was not around, Zhao Hao Zhuangruo casually took out an envelope from his sleeve, handed it to Ma Xianglan and said, "I'll give you a small gift."

    ps. This is the seventh update. I¡¯m confused by how many votes have been added. But I still remind everyone, don¡¯t go see the so-called restored Glazed Pagoda. You will be disillusioned I¡¯ll use this instead.  It's plexiglass.  Oh, by the way, it¡¯s 1,000 votes plus updates.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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