The Dongtian Festival is a rule set by the Taoist ancestors thousands of years ago. It is held once a hundred years. It is intended to teach Taoism and resolve doubts, so as to transform all people and make the Tao prosperous.
The Lotus Crown Taoist stood on the sacrificial platform and put into the cauldron the heavenly materials and earthly treasures he had gained from traveling all over the world in the past. He raised his hands high and said in a serious voice: "I only hope that the way of heaven will be fulfilled, and I don't want the world of humanity to be poor." Quanqu Mansion, Beidu, Zhong There are thousands of ghosts. But if you want to stop people from calculating, and cut off the door of life, people sing caves to capture the northern Luofeng... The weather is in chaos, and my Tao is prosperous!!"
The sea is boiling like boiling, the lotus flowers are swaying, and the clouds and mist are rolling in the lotus cave sky, all rushing to the top of the high altar.
Apart from the thrilling sound of water, nothing could be heard. On the huge lotus connecting the sky and the sea, hundreds of thousands of monks in the entire cave held their breath and stared with burning eyes. Most of them were participating in the grand ceremony for the first time and had only seen them in Taoist temples or palaces. The statue of Taishang Laojun enshrined in the highest position, no one thought that they would be able to see the patriarch in person in their lifetime!
Lotus Crown Taoist paused for a moment, suddenly stretched out a hand, "Taoist, please take a seat!!"
The sound clearly shook the entire cave, but a vague voice that seemed to have come from thousands of years ago suddenly rolled down from the sky and rang in everyone's ears, "Why are you here?"
Some monks who were weak-minded were shocked to the point of bleeding, staggering and almost falling into the sea.
His inner demon appeared in front of Taoist Lotus Crown, but his Taoist heart was already as solid as a rock. He just gently shook it and said with a smile: "Get out of the way."
The inner demon was shattered in an instant.
The four Immortals standing on the large lotus flower under the sacrificial platform also broke through the demonic obstacles one after another, and then the twelve accomplished Taoist practitioners from Bai Yujing also succeeded one after another.
Taoist Lotus Crown looked down at the surroundings. As time passed by, less than 10% of the hundreds of thousands of monks in his cave finally solved their inner demons.
At this time, an extremely small figure finally appeared on the sky, and it could only be seen clearly as a black dot. The rickety old man laughed loudly, "Who will wake up first from the big dream?"
The old man hung on the sky and sat on a small futon.
"You, a monk in the Lotus Cave, are far different from the monks in the Cave under the control of your senior brothers."
Master Lotus Crown said with a smile: "Isn't this disciple far behind some of my senior brothers?"
The old man clicked his tongue, "It seems like it's your fault."
With a wave of his sleeves, the old man sat upright and said calmly: "Take a seat."
Master Lotus Crown bowed respectfully and then took a seat on the futon.
More than ten thousand monks, officials of the Immortal Department, and Master Bai Yujing all took their seats after paying homage.
The once-in-a-hundred-year Dharma teaching and preaching ceremony has officially begun.
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The New Year is approaching and the atmosphere is lively. Only a few people know that an earth-shattering war has broken out far away on the border.
The border war continued unabated. Both sides invested a total of more than half a million troops. The military formations in Yucheng, Youzhou, Anyi, and Yinzhai were filled with corpses. After a heavy snowfall, the weather is bitingly cold and the blood freezes. Looking from a distance, the border looks like a long red pass.
The war was so brutal and tragic, with bones without graves and resentful souls crying. Emperor Dajing personally visited Mount Fanke, a blessed place of Buddhism, and asked the old abbot who had meditated on Buddhism for more than 200 years to take the monks to the border. Friends and foes, save the souls of the dead.
And long before that, when the border war just started, the casualties were already quite tragic. In the three levels closest to the border, thousands of monks came out of the level on their own initiative to take alms bowls with both hands, and came to the freezing northern desert battlefield. They sat in front of corpses and sang to save the souls of the dead. The battle was so large that even It is like the water and land fasting ceremony, the most solemn ceremony of sutras and repentance.
The Dafeng Dynasty launched a campaign to exterminate Buddhism for thirty years, burning scriptures, tearing down temple pillars, and capturing monks and forcing them to do hard labor.
Wang Zhenyi, a veteran of the Iron-armored Pagoda, saw the scene of thousands of monks saving the souls of the dead. He couldn't help laughing and said: "It is only right for a country like ours, the Dajing Dynasty, to have good luck and fortune for a thousand years!"
Therefore, when a grand ceremony was held in the Taoist cave, Fan Keshan was preparing to save all the dead souls on land and water, and the water and land dojo was about to begin.
Winter is so eventful, but two people on the road have no idea.
Ever since Gui Liu saw Wang Sizhi's talent for wielding a sword, he had become a lazy person. Sitting on the high flying sword, swinging his legs leisurely, he could see the magnificent scenery of famous mountains and rivers, and put Shaomai buns in his mouth.
In fact, Guiliu was only a little surprised by the fact that Wang Sizhi knew how to wield a sword, but it was more understandable. After all, Wang Sizhi was the sword master. Of course, Wang Sizhi never said it himself, but Gui Liu noticed it from the details. Moreover, in the battle at Fanke Mountain, Wang Sizhi drove Zhuxian to penetrate Wu Peixian's head. When he was fighting with Jiang Ai, he was hit by an arrow in his chest. It was Wang Sizhi who drove Zhuxian to go with him at Fanke Mountain. Otherwise, even if After killing Jiang Ai, Jiang Ru and his son, as well as thousands of elite cavalry, and countless machine tools and crossbows, how could he escape from the Jiang family's territory alive?
The Immortal-killing Sword, which can kill immortals, was originally given by Zhao Bingnie, the great master of the Nine Realms, but its real sword master turned out to be Wang Sizhi. How could there be such a coincidence in the world? So Giliu often wonders, did Zhao Bingnie do it deliberately and knew something?
Guiliu secretly made up his mind that if he met Zhao Bingnie again, he would have to "raise troops to investigate".
In the blink of an eye, he stuffed another big bun into his mouth and saw a small town at the foot of the mountain. Guiliu said vaguely: "Let's stop there."
Wang Sizhi didn't respond. He stroked Xue Qiu'er's furry little head with his long and slender fingers. The flying sword suddenly dropped hard. Gui Liu's dangling feet made him unable to sit still, so the sudden drop almost threw him away. go out. He looked at the height with lingering fear. Wouldn't he be shattered into pieces if he fell?
So Guiliu swallowed the bun with difficulty and said dissatisfied: "You want to murder your husband?"
Wang Sizhi's next words were even more penetrating than Zhu Xian, the most lethal person. Gui Liu instantly fell silent and broke into a cold sweat.
Because he heard a sentence, "It's not the first time."
The flying sword landed not far outside the city. In order to avoid causing unnecessary trouble, Wang Sizhi put on her curtain hat again. She said softly: "You won't be able to get home on New Year's Eve if you stop and go like this."
Guiliu groaned and muttered: "Then you won't fly faster..."
Wang Sizhi heard this and immediately stepped hard on Guiliu's instep. The latter immediately jumped up in pain. She pinched Guiliu's ears, pulled the man to her side, squinted her eyes and smiled, and blew the air gently in Guiliu's ear, "What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."
Guiliu screamed and begged for mercy: "I said my sword is as slow as a snail, no! It's even slower than a snail!"
Wang Sizhi's long nails were deeply embedded in Gui Liu's flesh, she increased her strength on her hands, and said with a smile: "What about me?"
Guiliu was in so much pain that she almost jumped up to 8,000 miles away. She couldn't speak coherently and said in a trembling voice: "Amazing talent... Amazing talent and stunning beauty!"
Wang Sizhi then let him go, bent down and picked up the snowball back into his arms, and looked around. The town was deserted, probably because of the heavy snowfall just last night.
After thinking about it, she said, "How about we spend the night here tonight?"
"Sleep overnight? But it's still early, and there's still a lot of time to travel." Guiliu looked up at the sky, wondering whether he really couldn't hear the meaning behind his words or was pretending to be crazy.
Wang Sizhi was neither annoyed nor entangled, and said softly: "How about going to the bookstore with me? My father likes to read books, and I want to choose one as a gift for him on a long trip."
Gui Liu smiled and said, "That's very good."
There is only one bookstore in the small town, mostly Spring and Autumn Classics and Taoist classics. The shopkeeper is a Confucian scholar who failed the imperial examination decades ago. He opened such a small bookstore after his official career was hopeless. Business has been deserted every year, and it is barely enough for one person. Fool life.
Wang Sizhi chose left and right, and finally had trouble with the two books "Little Window's Secret" and "Cai Gen Tan". The shopkeeper also told her that these two books were both good books, and it was really difficult to make a choice.
Guiliu searched around for erotic novels but couldn't find them. When he came back and saw Wang Sizhi hesitating, he picked up one of the books, "The Story of a Little Youchuang", and said with a smile: "Only my Taoist heart is as clear as water, and his worldly affairs are as cold as ice. It would be better for me, the son-in-law, to give this book "The Story of a Little Youchuang" to my father-in-law."
"It's indeed a good idea." The manager agreed softly.
After putting away the two books, he was supposed to pay copper coins, but Guiliu sent Wang Sizhi away, saying that he had not eaten enough just now and asked her to buy a drawer of xiaolongbao. After Wang Sizhi left, Guiliu asked quietly in the shopkeeper's ear: "Shopkeeper, do you have any erotic novels?"
The shopkeeper went to Beijing as a scholar to take the exam. He was not a saint, but he was upright and upright throughout his life. How could he sell that kind of book? Obviously, the shopkeeper's face darkened, and he said coldly: "We don't have it in our store. If you want it, please go look for it elsewhere."
Seeing that he was about to get angry, Guiliu smiled and said, "Okay, okay." After paying the copper coins, he slipped out of the bookstore.
Just when he was about to look for Wang Sizhi, he caught a glimpse of a figure that looked very much like his own woman from the corner of his eye.
It turned out that Wang Sizhi had discovered something fishy a long time ago and turned back halfway, leaning against the door and eavesdropping on the conversation between the two.
Rubbing Xueqiu's head gently, her tone was even gentler than before, "So many books are not enough for you to read?"
Gui Liu forced out a smile, "Enough, enough to see. Oh no, don't look, don't look."
Wang Sizhi knew the nature of his man, so he took one glance at him and decided not to investigate further. He glanced at the sky and said softly: "I'm hungry."
Hungry is an extremely interesting phrase to her.
"Then let's go eat hot pot?" Guiliu said cautiously.
"That's fine."
Of course, there were no restaurants or hot pots in the town. Geiliu walked around the whole town before borrowing a small copper stove and spending money to buy some frozen meat and vegetables from the host. In the cold weather, Eat hot pot outside when it's frozen.
For a while, the wind calmed the clouds, and gradually, light snow fell.
Snowflakes floated into the scalding water. Gui Liu glanced at the sky and couldn't help but smile: "This is the simplest hot pot I have ever eaten. It seems like I really have to spend the night here today."
Xueqiu'er squatted on the table, chewing on a piece of freshly cooked beef. Wang Sizhi stroked its soft and fat body and said gently: "Eat, eat, eat more."
Not long after, heavy snow fell quietly, and the long streets of the town, the eaves of every house, and the rolling mountains outside the town turned snow-white quietly.
Wang Sizhi looked at Gui Liu who was covered in snow and thought of his own appearance. He couldn't help laughing and said: "It's really embarrassing."
Guiliu smiled and said, "Aren't you the same?"
The sky and the earth were quiet, and apart from the heavy snowfall, there was only the vast whiteness of the wilderness. It seemed that only this man and woman were left, and they had been together for many, many years.
