"Doctor Zhao, how is my grandfather's health?"

In the special care unit of Tonghui Hospital, the doctor on night shift looked at me.

"He's fine, you can tell me quickly."

"Miss Bai, the situation is not very good. We invited experts from Beijing to come over. Even if he was targeting radiotherapy, Bai's cancer cells had metastasized."

Bai Weiqiong bit her lower lip and asked, "Doctor Zhao, what you said last time is still one year."

"Hey, we have really tried our best. Judging from the current development, it may only be one to three months. But Old Bai is still in a good spirit and can still speak."

After the doctor left, Bai Weiqiong turned around and wiped her eyes with her back to me.

"Say sad." I said.

Seeing her face changed, I realized that I had said the wrong thing.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Boss Bai, you don't have to mourn now."

Her eyes were slightly red, she glared at me and pushed open the door of the special care unit.

There were two people in the room, an old man with gray hair and glasses, leaning against a pillow reading. I saw that he had an oxygen inhaler in his nose.

There was also a middle-aged man in his forties, sitting by the side to guard.

"Dad, grandma asked you to go back and rest. I will guard grandpa tonight, and you have been guarding for several days."

The middle-aged man stood up and said, "Okay, daughter, please take care of rest. Call me if you have anything to do."

"Dad, then I'll go back."

The old man in glasses focused on flipping through the pages of the book, and waved his hand without raising his head.

After the middle-aged man left, Bai Weiqiong suddenly snatched the book in the old man's hand.

"Grandpa! You are not allowed to read books anymore! Doctor Zhao asked you to rest more! Reading books hurts your eyes."

The old man was thin and wore a hospital gown and smiled: "Xiaoying, I will be in the small box in two months. Let me watch it for a while. Alas Xiaoying, you said that the Friday in this book is really an interesting person."

It was only then that I noticed that the book he was reading was Robinson Crusoe, and on Friday it was about a savage in the book.

"Young man...you are..."

"Grandpa, he is the person whose surname is Tian, ​​and his name is Xiang Yunfeng."

"Hello, old man," I greeted me politely, and then asked about my doubts.

The old man said he knew what I did, and he told her granddaughter not to report me.

"Young man, do you want to know what the tomb robber (Tian Sanjiu) is looking for?"

I said I wanted to, I wanted to know.

I was very curious, after all, Tian Sanjiu took the initiative to give up the cultural relics under the Bin Tower.

"Xiaozhi, you go out first, I'll talk to this guy."

"Grandpa, your body..."

"It's okay, didn't Dr. Zhao say that I can live for one or two months?"

Bai Weiqiong took a worried look and went out.

"Young man, sit here." The old man patted the bedside.

Seeing him comparing a gesture, I immediately understood, so I quickly took out the cigarette and put it in his mouth, and lit it for him again.

I said, "Old Bai, please slow down, there is still not enough."

"Cough! Cough!"

The old man coughed a few times and said, "Don't get me wrong. I'm not from your business. My only partner with Tian. I want to help him find that thing, just want to take a look before he dies."

"Old Bai, what are you talking about?"

The old man held a cigarette in one hand and looked at the ceiling of the ward with a vicissitudes of his eyes, as if he was trapped in memories, and I dared not disturb him.

After a long time, he slowly spoke three words.

"Cast Iron Buddha."

"Cast Iron Buddha? What is that?"

I didn't know what this was at first because I was not from northern Shaanxi, but from northeast China, and I had never heard of it.

The old man seemed to be suffocating. After he finished smoking a cigarette, I immediately gave him another one so that he could pick it up.

Smoking a cigarette, he talked about the cast iron Buddha. This is the real thing.

There are several temples in China called Tiefo Temple, and there are several Tiefo Temple Village, just like Leifeng Pagoda all over the country.

But there is only one of the most authentic Iron Buddha Temples.

Hanzhong Lueyang County, 50 miles north, Baishui Town, Tiefo Temple Village.

To the north of this village, there is a red brick pagoda. This pagoda can be said to be the earliest pagoda in the entire northern Shaanxi, northern Sichuan, Longnan, and southern Shaanxi, and even the earliest pagoda in the country.

Pay attention to one word, I am talking about "stupa".

Stupa is different from ancient pagodas. The ancient pagodas have been found in all dynasties, and most of them are royal family members and nobles who have been built for someone and something.

But pagodas are different. Only when disciples and believers bury monks and practice them specifically for a certain eminent monk can they be called pagodas.

The owner of the red brick pagoda of Iron Buddha Temple is a great monk who passed away in the thirteenth year of Zhengde in the Ming Dynasty.

This person is the Buddhist branch of the Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddhism in the Central Plains, and the Great Monk Yuetian of Linji Sect. (Master Yuetian.)

After the death of the Great Monk Yuetian, ten disciples under him built a seven-story red brick pagoda for him to offer his body. At the same time, forty-one cast iron Buddhas were cast in the temple (the book says it may be forty, but it is not right, it should be forty-one). Many of them are the image of Monk Yuetian himself. According to legend, the blacksmith was made according to the appearance of Yuetian meditating.

These Buddha statues are all pure iron. The largest one is nearly three meters high and weighs more than ten tons. The smaller one is more than one meter and the smallest one is more than half a meter.

People in our industry often say that the Xuande furnace Xuande furnace was made in different numbers, and few people have seen the real Xuande furnace of this dynasty.

Compared with Xuande Furnace, the more than forty cast iron Buddhas in the Iron Buddha Temple were even rarer and more precious. After the Ming Dynasty, almost no one had seen them before and were all lost.

These cast iron Buddhas did not even leave a picture album, which was very mysterious.

What Tian Sanjiu was looking for was this kind of cast iron Buddha, and it was very likely that the monk Yuetian himself looked like that.

Speaking of this, someone may have asked, Hanzhong is hundreds of miles away from Xianyang. Even if there is such a cast iron Buddha, how could he come to Xianyang?

The truth is that it has something to do with several people in Xianyang at that time.

If you have friends who grew up in Lueyang County, you may have heard from your parents that the tower in your village was originally a seven-story loft-style, but now it has only five floors.

It turns out that the uppermost layer of the brick tower is an iron tower brake with an upper circle and a diameter of more than one meter and weighs at least a few hundred kilograms.

The spire of the tower was stolen around 1960. According to local villagers' recollections, it should have been lost around May 1958.

At that time, a group of people stole the pagoda and dug a large iron Buddha about one meter three in height on the east side of the original temple ruins.

The group of people used a carriage to pull the pagoda and the iron Buddha, and sold the two things to the local waste purchase station for thirty yuan.

This year happened to be 1958. A few months later, on August 17, 1958, the country began a vigorous refining and refining process.

At that time, not only steel mills made steel, but steel was made everywhere, and there were task indicators.

At that time, the second cotton factory in Xianyang Northwest China bought a batch of scrap iron from the Hanzhong area, including the pagoda shingle that was stolen in May and a cast iron Buddha.

At that time, Bai Weiqiong's grandfather Bai Tingli worked in Xianyang National Cotton Factory No. 2. The department he worked at was called the Science and Technology Committee and the members of the group were another man and a woman. The man's surname was Tang, Tang Xin, and the woman's name was Wang Xiaoqin.

Back then, Wang Xiaoqin recognized Tasha and Iron Buddha in the scrap iron pile at a glance because she was a Buddhist believer and she knew the importance of these two things.

Grandpa Baiyingqiong was just 20 years old at that time. He liked Wang Xiaoqin, but he didn't dare to say that he was just a secret love. Unfortunately, the man Wang Xiaoqin liked was Tang Xin in the group.

The three of them held a secret meeting and decided to save the cast iron Buddha and the pagoda temple, and formulated a careful plan.

They hid the iron Buddha and the pagoda in the cotton factory first. Because of the identity of the science popularization team, Grandpa Baiying drove a cotton-pulled truck. They wrapped the iron Buddha and the iron brake with white cotton and prepared to secretly send it to the No. 2 Cotton Factory Abroad.

They thought they were doing things perfectly, but unexpectedly, a female worker in the cotton factory discovered the matter and reported it to the deputy factory director.

.....

At this point, Grandpa Baiying suddenly stopped telling it.

I was so impressed that I asked anxiously: "Old Bai, what happened later? Where did the Iron Buddha and Pagoda Shrine from Hanzhong go?"

"Old Bai?"

"Old Bai?"

Half of the cigarette in the old man's hand was still burnt, so I turned my head and looked at the electrocardiogram on the table.

I saw the wavy lines on the screen of the ECG, and the ups and downs became smaller and smaller.

Suddenly it turned into a straight line.
Chapter completed!