Chapter 247 Resonance
Xilin Temple is a place of faith for the people of Brandenburg.
The magnificent and golden roof of the temple rises high into the clouds. Standing at the foot of the mountain and looking from afar, it looks like a mysterious and solemn palace in heaven, intertwined with the clouds in the sky. It is so natural that it is difficult to distinguish the boundaries between them.
The sunlight shining on the golden roof looks like it is inlaid with countless sparkling golden beads, which makes people fall in love with it.
As the saying goes, a mountain is not famous because of its height, but because of the immortals living there.
The reason why Xilin Temple has a high status is not only because the nobles funded the construction of the temple, but also because the noble ladies who cultivated themselves here would occasionally do some good deeds. For example, some philanthropic ladies would distribute relief subsidies to civilians during holidays.
If a commoner family falls into trouble and is lucky enough to meet a kind-hearted noble lady at the gate of a temple, any small amount of money that slips through the fingers of a wealthy family will be enough for the poor family to solve their urgent needs.
It was Chinese New Year's Day and the snow was falling like flying catkins. The road from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain was already filled with a long queue. The grand occasion was no less than the distribution of gifts on New Year's Eve at Svero Square. This is why the Spring Festival has become the most anticipated days for the people of Brandenburg.
I heard that it was Mrs. Chu who was distributing relief funds. According to reporters' reports, a large number of civilians fleeing from New Myanmar Land State poured into the border of the capital. Mrs. Chu felt deeply responsible, so she personally donated $1,000 to each refugee to do her best.
Jiang Zhiyue looked at the endless line and heard someone muttering, "I've been queuing here since last night. It's been a whole day and a whole night, and it's not my turn yet. I'm freezing."
The other man coughed a few times and sighed, "I finally paid for my daughter to finish college. A few days ago, I heard that she had a chance to work for the federal government. But in the end, it's still a miss. I'm afraid those who can work in the various institutions in the nine states are all from the side branches of those families."
"It is said that a position in the government is offering a price of one million! My God, I can't afford it even if I sell my blood."
"No wonder so many highly educated children are vying for those positions in rich families. I looked at the latest list of councillors, and they are all from the side branches of major families and their direct students. When will it be our children's turn?"
"Is it true that even the most promising and intelligent children among us common people can only work as servants in rich families? Wasn't there one who was a companion student in Gu's family among the three special students admitted by Wharton College last year?"
"There is also a girl sponsored by Mrs. Chu, a music student who plays the violin. In this world, even special admissions students have to have a background. I guess the girl who studies the violin must have fallen on hard times."
"These children of the common people who are supported and nurtured by the rich, even if they become pillars of society in the future, how can they resonate with us? In the end, they will become the most loyal followers of the rich."
Jiang Zhiyue was wrapped tightly, walking in the wind and snow. Suddenly she heard her own name and turned her face away in surprise.
There was a long line of people in thin clothes, shivering in the cold wind, holding dry black bread in their hands. Most of them had no expression on their faces, their eyes were empty and numb, they moved mechanically, and moved forward slowly.
Among them, there was a little child who was particularly eye-catching.
The little body was wrapped in a tattered and thin piece of clothing, as if it could be blown down by a gust of wind. The cold wind mercilessly attacked the little boy, making him shiver constantly and his face as pale as paper.
A middle-aged woman with a pale face and thin body was begging helplessly, "Please help us! My child is sick and urgently needs money for treatment..."
It turned out that the woman's child had a genetic disease. She had believed the words of Roman Insurance Company and sold her house and insured it with a certain product. The other party promised that if the child became ill and was hospitalized, she would receive compensation to pay for all medical expenses.
However, when she really needed this life-saving money, the insurance company began to make excuses, refused to acknowledge the payment, and beat her up viciously.
"Roman Insurance Company is a joint venture between the Lin family and foreign capital." Xiao Jingrun's voice sounded at this time, "Once the insured remits money, the money will go overseas."
Women have no place to complain, the root cause lies with those above them.
This kind of situation happened so many times that Xiao Jingrun seemed to no longer have any extra reaction. He just watched calmly, took a few steps back, and stood farther away from the crowd.
There was heavy snow all over the sky, and the man had a noble and outstanding temperament. At first glance, one would think he was a god who had strayed into the mortal world, and one felt pity for him.
At the top of the temple mountain, there was a long and ethereal sound of bells ringing.
The man held up a large black umbrella, tilted most of the umbrella toward the girl's side, and walked slowly forward on the soft snow. Jiang Zhiyue couldn't help but look back.
A convoy of more than ten luxury cars stopped at the door.
Several bodyguards quickly got out of the car, respectfully held up umbrellas, stepped forward, bent down, and opened the car door.
A slim and graceful figure stepped out of the car. It was a member of the Lin family. Someone in the crowd shouted, "Miss Lin is here."
The woman who had just been begging suddenly turned her head and rushed over, hugging the little boy tightly as if she had seen a savior.
"Get out of here! You dirty lowlife!" the bodyguard kicked him mercilessly.
Lin Xian'er lifted up her luxurious dress, a fleeting trace of disgust flashed across her eyes, and then she walked away surrounded by bodyguards.
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Xiao Jingrun walked along the west side of the temple, which was completely different from the path taken by ordinary pilgrims.
Along the way, Jiang Zhiyue did not see any other tourists.
After walking along a winding path, we finally saw several monks at the end.
In front of me is a vast and desolate plain, as if I were in the desolate world of a temple.
There were no buildings to block the view, and the biting cold wind swept over with a rustling sound.
Many colorful strips of cloth fluttered in the wind, each of which was tied with a piece of paper with an inscription. This is a unique custom in Brandenberg. People who pray will write down their wishes on colorful pieces of paper and hang them high on the strips of cloth.
According to legend, if a strong wind blew and scattered the cloth strips, it meant that the gods had seen their prayers.
Twenty bundles of paper were hung on the tall flag. The older monk smiled and handed another bundle to the man.
Jiang Zhiyue stood quietly by and watched silently. At this moment, the man walked up the steps and tied the paper.
Suddenly, heavy snow fell all over the sky, and within a few seconds, the wind was so strong that it was almost impossible to open your eyes.
The bell in the temple rang again, the sound was long and deep, echoing in the wind and snow.
When Jiang Zhiyue opened her eyes again, her eyelashes and shoulders were covered with snow, and the wind was rustling her hair on her forehead.
A piece of red paper happened to fall into her hand.
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