A Trip to Sitiawan, Malaysia｜A Forgotten Person, Event and Time

A few years ago I went to Malaysia with my elders.
The purpose of this trip is to support the paper processing of a Chinese grammar meeting.

Although the local Chinese can also listen, speak, read and write traditional characters, if they want to complete the listening, typesetting, simple art drawing and printing during the three-day and two-night puja, they are afraid that the action will not be completed in time. The Chinese who came to participate in the event will go back to Singapore, Thailand and other places after the event, and there will always be some gaps and time differences in the communication of information.
So they need human support so that everyone can get the text before they go home.

The Buddhist temple we went to is in Sitiawan, Malaysia (in the state of Perak), and it took about four hours by bus from Kuala Lumpur Airport. So although this trip to Malaysia lasted for six days, after deducting the first and last two days of moving, and three days of activities in the Buddhist temple, I only had one day left to walk around the Buddhist temple and it was over.

During our stay in Malaysia, we lived directly in the Buddhist hall. I lived with my elders in a room with a size of about 9 pings (it was really big), each person slept a double bed, and there was a small one in the middle of the double bed. There are tables, chairs and a vertical hanger near the door of the room, which allows us to hang our uniform skirts and vests.

The incident happened on the third night of arriving in Malaysia, which is the second day of the puja.

After class at 5 o'clock in the evening, everyone went home or went back to a hotel some distance away to rest. There were about a dozen people who actually stayed in the Buddhist hall, and most of them were from Taiwan.
Since I had to get up at 4 o'clock the next day, my elders and I took a bath with cold water early, and turned off the lights before 9 o'clock to rest.

I was so afraid that I would stay in bed, so I went to bed in the white shirt I was going to wear the next day.
During the event, there will be a vest over the white shirt, so even if the white shirt made of wrinkle-free material has been rolled overnight, the vest will still look good the next day!
The elders saw that it was because of my willfulness.

However, when I slept until midnight that day, I was beaten up~ woken up~!

Really beaten! And it was beaten on the forehead by a thin strip of hard object!
I woke up in pain, but I was still quite frightened in the daze. I didn't dare to open my eyes at all, so I continued to pretend to be asleep.
At the same time, he was still listening to the surrounding movement with his ears alert.

There is another reason not to open your eyes.
The Buddhist hall is surrounded by rice fields and orchards, and there is still some distance from the neighboring buildings, so when the lights in the room are turned off, it is really dark, and there is no external light source at all, so it is of little significance to keep your eyes open.
Of course, I am also more afraid, I can see another face in front of my eyes with one eye (shaking)

At this time, I could vaguely hear the light breathing of the elder on the next bed, which sounded like he was completely asleep.
It doesn't seem to be woken by movement on my side.

The "weapon" that hit me landed on the side of my head, but I didn't even have the courage to raise my hand to confirm what it was.
I don't know how long it took, but there really wasn't any footsteps or door openings in the room, I still didn't dare to open my eyes, I just put the weapon on my head a little, I felt a little cold, but I didn't know what it was so dark. ..
Anyway, he fell asleep again in a daze.

The next day, when the elder in the next bed came to wake me up, he asked me

Why would you put a drying rack next to your pillow? !

Huh? Clotheshorse? ! ! !
Could it be the "murder weapon" from last night? ! ! !

Come on, let's start with the interior decoration picture of the soul painter.

As mentioned earlier, there is only a vertical hanger at the entrance

There are indeed seven or eight iron drying racks above the vertical hangers. We have used a few to hang uniform skirts and vests, so there are still a few empty!
And near the bed we slept on, whether on the wall or by the bed, there was no place for a drying rack at all.

Therefore, the clothes hanger on my pillow should be the vertical clothes hanger by the door!
That.....

How did it fly over and hit me with such precision? ! ! ! !

Just when I was still in shock, the elders began to exclaim again

"Why are you bleeding?"

Huh? Where to bleed?
I thought it was my face that was slapped with blood, but it wasn't!
It was the white shirt I was wearing that had a blood stain on my chest.

Immediately opened the neckline to check, there was a scratch about 7.8 cm on my chest, which was a bit deep, so the oozing blood was absorbed by the white shirt into a blood stain!

Deng Leng!
When was this made?

I'm pretty sure I didn't have this cut on my body the night before when I showered with cold water before going to bed!
And the wound is just where I can see it when I look down. It makes no sense that if I am injured, I will not know!
In addition, I was hit on the forehead, not the chest, by the iron coat hanger that came flying !

But because the activities of the day had to start at 5:00 in the morning, we didn't have time to manage that much, so we could only use the OK provided by the elders and just post them casually.

The day after the event was over, that was the only day I had left to do my own activities in Malaysia.

A kind-hearted local overseas Chinese eldest sister drove my elders and I to Cameron Highlands to play.

The overall feeling of Cameron Highlands is very similar to Lishan in Taiwan, just not as high as Lishan, but it finally made me cool. The most interesting thing is that when eating Chinese food, the store is playing a popular TV drama dubbed by Malaysia.

Before finally going back to the Buddhist hall, the overseas Chinese were very happy to say that there was another scenic spot near the Buddhist hall, and they wanted to take us there. (The same is located in Sitiawan )

There are trees on both sides of the road, and the road is quite wide. I suddenly felt sad for no reason, and then vaguely felt that this place was very familiar !

After thinking about it for a while, I asked the overseas Chinese eldest sister,

Is there a temple after the next intersection? There is also a large statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva inside.
You can still see the sea over there, right?

The elder sister Huaqiao asked in surprise, "How did you know that I was going to take you to Dabogong Temple ?"

Of course I don't know!
I don't even know what Da Pek Kong Temple is, and this is my first time in Malaysia .

And before I came to Malaysia, I knew that there was no chance to go out for this trip, so I didn't do any homework. Not to mention, I had never heard of the place name "Sitiawan" before I came here. Anyway, it's good to follow the elders throughout the whole process. At most, I can support communication when it is necessary to use English.
The only preparation I did was to take the time to fill the Mac computer with the fonts, editors and graphics software I needed.

Later, when I actually arrived at the Dabogong Temple, I didn't follow the elders and they went in, I just stood under the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva statue and looked out at the sea, my tears kept falling...

Yes, these idols are facing an ocean!

After returning to Taiwan, the elders were very worried about my condition.
Because she has been to the Malaysian Buddhist temple twice before me.
But she has never been to the Dabogong Temple that day, and even from the environment of our Buddhist hall, it is hard to imagine that you can see the sea not far away!
(I mean, in Taiwan, as long as you get close to the sea line, you can smell different things from the air, and even the wind will be different)

So I can't help but take me to pay homage to my elders, and I also met a senior sister who claims to be psychic.
At the moment, neither of us told each other about the fact that I was beaten , and my perception of the terrain near the Dabogong Temple.
I only mentioned that I went to Malaysia and wanted to say goodbye to be safe when I came back.

In the end, let me end with the story my sister told me...

Senior Sister, confirm with me, have I arrived at a place where I can see the sea ?
Then she spoke to herself...

A long time ago, even longer than the Qing Dynasty.
I led troops from China to follow the war to that place.

Although it is a war, my job is actually to reclaim the land in the rear and support the grain and forage in the front.
Since I lived a good life, I also asked someone to bring my parents from my hometown and married a wife there. And after so long, only I "left" Malaysia, and they all remain there.

Senior Sister said that she saw a girl following me. He didn't want to harm me, he just wanted to keep following! Look at the skin color and dress, it doesn't look like the people here.

Senior Sister said, He should be my wife at that time.

Later, my senior sister asked me to burn incense and ask Guanyin Bodhisattva if I could keep the girl by his side to practice.
After praying, he successfully obtained three holy swords. We just left.

Because of the whole process, I was not asked to pay any fees or buy anything. After leaving this temple, I did not dream of the sea again, so let’s just pretend it’s over!

But I still miss that sea...

And I don’t know if it’s because I was born in the only city that doesn’t rely on the sea, so I have always liked to watch the sea since I was a child. Seeing the sea always makes me happy for a long time.

Oh yes, I forgot to say something.
During the Fa conference, the paper processing work was in turmoil. When I received the materials from the local overseas Chinese, I inadvertently blurted out something, and I was stunned when I finished speaking. It was a string of five-syllable words.
But because I was busy, I didn't have time to think about it, so I passed by.

Only later did I realize that I said "Thank you" in Malay
(TERIMA KASIH)
But I'm pretty sure that I haven't heard or learned this word.
Because the local overseas Chinese communicate with us in Chinese and Taiwanese.

As for being beaten that night, whether it was a certain girl who waited for a heartbreaker and returned as if nothing had happened, treating herself as a tourist, is unknown.

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