When Lao Xiao heard this, his brows frowned: "Lao Sun, when I came out, I told you that you can bring less food, but the water must be calculated according to the amount I have given you, and it can only be more or less! Can you make any mistakes in this matter?!"

Lao Sun smiled bitterly and said, "This... is the first time I came out? I didn't pay attention for a while. Lao Xiao, you are familiar with this road, think of a way."

Lao Xiao said: "There is no way. Although the Tarila Desert is not the terrifying Sahara Desert, it does not have an oasis in the Sahara Desert. I have never seen it anyway. Everyone saves some water. I have brought more, so I should be able to last until the end."

At this time, a middle-aged woman's voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Lao Xiao, I heard in the early years that the country has planted trees and forested here and controlled the desert, so there are no supply stations nearby?"

Lao Xiao said: "Whether the edge of planting trees and afforestation needs to be carried out step by step. Even if there is a supply station, it is impossible to get it into the desert. Don't think about it. The environment in the Talila desert is harsh and it is impossible for anyone to live in it."

Xiao Ou said: "Dad, don't be absolutely sure, it's easy to slap in the face."

Lao Xiao proudly raised his head and said, "You can say this elsewhere, but in the Tarila Desert, what I am talking about is the truth! Slap in the face? Here, the Buddha of Tathagata is not qualified to slap me in the face!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the car rushed into a sand dune, and then...

Then they saw a dilapidated temple appearing in the depression between the sand dunes in front!

At that moment, Lao Xiao obviously felt his daughter looking at him with a strange look, as if a big slap on his face.

"Dad, Buddha Tathagata seems to have come to slap you in the face."

Lao Xiao's old face suddenly turned red, but he still said stubbornly: "Look at the broken temple, it is probably a broken temple that has been abandoned for a long time, with no one."

"Old Xiao, can you tell if anyone goes to see it? Haha... I hope that the Buddha of Tathagata will stop slapping you in the face this time, I'm afraid that your face will be completely swollen." Lao Sun's haha ​​voice came from the intercom.

Lao Xiao hummed twice: "How is it possible? You have also felt the environment along the way. During the day, the temperature of the landmark reached a terrifying fifty or sixty degrees, without a drop of water or a cactus. Do you tell me that there can be a living person here? I don't believe it if you beat him to death! This time, it's useless to come to Buddha."

Lao Xiao finished his mouth and kicked the accelerator, and the car rushed down the sand dune.

After the three cars arrived at the door of the dilapidated temple, everyone finally saw the sign of the temple clearly.

Lao Xiao muttered strangely: "One finger temple, it's not a temple. It seems that there is really no one!"

"Dad, what are you muttering about? Are temples and temples the same thing? Why is there no one in the temple? " Xiao Ou asked in confusion.

Lao Sun laughed as soon as he heard this: "Daughter, you are wrong. There is still a difference between temples. Temples are generally large, with several entry points, and all kinds of halls are complete. But temples are different. Generally, they are two entry points, or just one person is the main hall, which is smaller and not in scale. Right, Lao Xiao? I was right?"

Lao Sun looked at Lao Xiao.

Lao Xiao shook his head and said, "Yes, but not comprehensive."

After he said this, Xiao Ou, Sun Xing who rushed over, and the middle-aged woman who got out of the car behind him, brought a teenager to him. The woman said, "Old Xiao, don't keep it a secret, give the children a popular science."

Lao Xiao nodded and said, "Some people like to call religious buildings such as temples, temples, temples, temples, temples, and temples. It is actually wrong. Some people say that "a monk can run away but cannot run away from a temple." In fact, this is also wrong. Monks do not live in the temple, but in the temple.

In ancient times, temples specifically refer to the emperor's administrative institutions, such as the "Dali Temple" we often hear. Dali Temple is not a temple, but an ancient official in charge of the trial and rehabilitation of criminal jails.

The word "说" also has the meaning of "continuity, continuous" in ancient Chinese. It means that the institution established by the emperor is a permanent institution, not a temporary institution, but must be continued from generation to generation.

Therefore, the ancient emperors called the long-term place for teaching Buddhism and for the monks to live, study and practice "the temple", hoping that this place could exist forever.

Therefore, temples are institutions for service and education.

The White Horse Temple in Luoyang City is the first Buddhist temple in China. Because the scriptures in the temple were carried by white horses, the court named it "White Horse Temple".

After the Sui and Tang Dynasties, temples became fewer and fewer than those in government offices, and gradually became the special term for Chinese Buddhist architecture.

But the temple is different. It was the place where ancient China worshipped the world and ghosts and gods.

At that time, there were strict hierarchical restrictions on the size of the temple.

After the Han Dynasty, the temple gradually mixed with the original land temple and shrine, and transformed into a shrine that controls the mountains and rivers of the underworld, and looks at the city and pond.

"A man is called a ghost when he dies." Temples are used as places to worship ghosts and gods, and are often used to enfeoff titles and posthumously named literati and warriors, such as Confucius Temple and Guanyu Temple... With the introduction of Buddhism, the Buddhist temples of later generations also had the common name of the word "miao".

The temple is a tent built to commemorate great men and celebrities.

In ancient times, a small thatched house was a kind of thatched house, which was called "building grass into a temple". In the old days, the study of literati was also called "an", such as "Laoxuean" and "Yingmei Temple". After the Han Dynasty, some temples were built for Buddhist monks and nuns to live, so "an" became the name of a special building for Buddhist women to become monks and do Buddhist rituals."

Speaking of this, Lao Xiao paused slightly and said, "This place is called Yizhi Temple, not Yizhi Temple. It is obviously a temporary place to worship ghosts and gods, pray for the sky and rain.

The temple is not a long-term building. Now the temple has been dilapidated and there is no one around. It is obviously a wasteland for a long time. Of course, there is no one anymore..."

Hearing such words, Xiao Ou's big eyes had already emitted light: "Dad, why didn't I notice before that you actually know so much!"

Lao Sun also gave a thumbs up and said, "Awesome, it's true that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. Lao Zi is awesome."

Lao Sun's son did not dare to cheat, he was a little afraid of Lao Xiao.

Tang Mei, the woman among the couple, said: "Old Xiao is amazing. It seems that if you have time in the future, you will really have to go with you more, right? Lao Zheng?"

Tang Mei pushed the old-fashioned man with glasses beside her with her elbow.

Lao Zheng came to his senses and said, as a response, looking a little dull.

But the two sons said with a smile: "Uncle Xiao, I'll take your car later, and I'll be able to see it along the way."

Lao Xiao laughed and said, "Okay, no problem! I don't have many other stories for you, Uncle Xiao, just have many stories!"

Xiao Ou rolled her eyes and said, "Dad, stop blowing, be careful of being slapped in the face again."

Lao Xiao shook his head and said, "Slap in the face? This time, the Buddha of Tathagata can't slap your father in the face."
Chapter completed!