The Jingjingguan branch is still very popular, and there is an endless stream of people coming to ask for immortality and medicine. Luo Anyi is firmly in control of the Jingjingguan branch, especially the matchmaker Bao who calls himself Doumu Yuanjun. Floating like a fairy, flying domineeringly.
On this day, the autumn air is crisp and clear. Just after noon, four people came from Qingjing Temple. They were two strong men carrying a critically ill patient, and an old woman was panting beside him, and they hurried up the mountain.
The four guardian laymen at the foot of the mountain came up quickly and carefully asked the four people why they came to Qingjing Temple. They also inspected them carefully. It was already a common practice to conduct an interrogation before entering Qingjing Temple.
The elderly woman who accompanied the critically ill patient hurriedly stepped forward to answer, nodding her head and smiling. Her sincere attitude and eagerness made the four guardians feel respected.
"Kowtow to the four Taoist priests, my son is seriously ill and I would like to ask Mr. Dou Mu Yuan to take a look at him. I will thank you very much."
Just as the four nursing home laymen were questioning them carefully, four more nursing home laymen came up from a slightly higher place. It seemed that the guards of Qingjing Temple had been strengthened. There were eight people at the first pass at the foot of the mountain alone.
"Right now Doumu Yuanjun is practicing Taoism behind closed doors, and he has to wait until Hei Tian to see a doctor. Our rule here is to report the number first, then pay homage, and finally draw amulets to see the doctor and eliminate disasters, no matter how critical the patient is.
There are currently six groups of people waiting in the temple. You are number seven. You have to wait for them to finish before it is your turn. This is the rule, no one is exempted, Dou Mu Yuanjun will save all sentient beings fairly. "
The leading lay practitioner told the visitors the rules for entering the Temple of Purity. The purpose was to make them abide by the rules and not to make excessive demands and violate the rules of the Temple of Purity on the pretext that the patient was critical.
"Our surname is Jia, and we live in Jia's home shop sixty miles away from here. My son is twenty-seven years old this year. He suddenly fell ill and came here in a hurry. We are willing to follow the rules here. Please tell the immortal."
The old woman responded devoutly to the nursing home resident's words, showing her obedience, but her eyes did not leave the nursing home resident's every move. She knew it was time to get the money.
"In this case, you must first hand over the registration number and the meal money for the four of you before we can go in to report and make arrangements."
Sure enough, the leading layman stretched out his hand and motioned for the old woman to pay in a leisurely but firm manner. The old woman also quickly took out the money from her arms and handed it to the leading layman docilely.
Although the money they asked for was a bit outrageous, the old woman still handed it over to them. The two laymen left to inform and arrange meals. The other two laymen led the four people up the mountain to observe, and first came to the main hall to worship the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty.
"The incense has been prepared for you. Please pay for the incense."
A leading layman reminded her with an indifferent attitude, and the old woman handed over the money for the incense in full. It was more than ten times more expensive than buying it outside. She really regretted not bringing it with her when she came.
"This is a specially prepared one for us. We don't need anything from outside. How else could it be so effective?"
The leading layman didn't even raise his head, and his tone of voice was still so cold. There were so many people asking for medical advice unwillingly. It was nothing to get used to, not to mention that this old woman seemed to be a bit oily.
The old woman had no choice but to pay homage, but did not put money into the merit box. After the worship, a layman asked if fortune-telling could be done by drawing lots. The old woman shook her head and said it was more important to see a doctor.
The two laymen led the four of them to a room where they could rest first and receive treatment in order after dinner. There were already many people in the room, and the four old ladies found a corner to sit down and rest.
Dinner is an extremely ordinary vegetarian meal, but filling. But the patient was only given a bowl of millet porridge, which was still very thin. The old woman found the layman and said that her son was seriously ill and begged to see her son first.
The layman said that this is not possible, but you can go in first with everyone when the church is opened. The Taoist temple there is very strong, and patients with multiple illnesses will be fine. Just go in with confidence, but don't make any loud noises.
As soon as the sun set, the old woman was told that Doumu Yuanjun was about to open an altar to treat illnesses, and asked her to carry her son in. This eased the old woman's anxious mood, and she immediately carried her son in.
This is a small room that can accommodate up to thirty people. The door opens to the west, and to the south and east are a row of farmhouse earthen kangs for people who come to seek medical advice to rest.
There is a tall and spacious Taishi chair in the middle of the north wall. Not far in front is a platform that can accommodate two people lying down. It seems that the patient needs to be carried to that place for treatment.
Immediately to the left of the Taishi chair is a shorter Taishi chair, and there is an even shorter log stool next to it. On the right side of the tall Taishi chair, there are also two log stools placed side by side.
Sitting on the slightly shorter Grand Master's chair was a dark, fat man with a pair of small eyes wrapped in swollen eyelids, patrolling everyone who entered the room.
He is Luo Anyi, the sub-rudder here, who calls himself Zhenren Luo. Next to him sat a thin man, holding a Wenwang drum in his hand. He was the man who hired the matchmaker. His legs were still a little lame, and his eyes would never sober up.
I saw the man who arranged the matchmaker stood up crookedly, moved forward, looked around mistyly, probably not seeing anything clearly, and then beat a drum, and everyone in the room fell silent.
"The leader of the joint helmsman, Luo Zhenren, rewards the Taoists who come to ward off disasters and illnesses with holy water. Please come forward to receive the gifts according to the call number. Please give holy water and receive the gifts!"
The lame man shouted loudly, making the whole room even more silent. Before getting rid of illness and disaster, you must drink holy water. This may be unique to the Purity View. No wonder the incense here is so prosperous.
Two women dressed nondescriptly appeared from behind the tall Taishi chair, each holding a tray with holy water of different colors and different amounts of water on it.
The lame man shouted his name, and the people below went to receive the holy water according to their names. Whether they were doctors or fortune tellers, they all had to receive it, saying that they should open their minds first.
Luo Zhenren flicked the water cup with his hand a few times, and the two women handed the holy water to the people who came to receive it. Of course, they had to kneel down and pay money. It’s hard to say whether it works or not, but the mysterious atmosphere makes people convinced.
The old woman also came forward respectfully and received half a cup of black holy water. When she walked back, she smelled it with her nose and found no smell. She returned to her son and fed him one mouthful at a time.
"Please, please!" As the lame man shouted, a disheveled but gorgeous woman appeared from behind the Grand Master's chair, with copper bells hanging around her waist and ankles. There is a tinkling sound when moving, but it is also crisp and sweet.
This person is Matchmaker Bao. She nimbly walks up to the high chair and sits cross-legged on it. The rhythmic sound of the copper bell is very eye-catching and awe-inspiring.
