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Thousand Buddha Temple.
The puja was on the spot.
The flowers are decorated with brocade, and the fire is burning.
Colorful flags and long streamers are flying together, and the gorgeous monks' robes set off the colorful decorations everywhere. Sandalwood lingers and Buddha sings.
On the Dharma platform, the eminent monks' tongues are shining like lotuses. After you sing, I will come on stage. After saying "Surangama", I will sing "Lotus".
Under the Dharma platform, there was a lively and lively scene, with believers coming from all directions gathered here. Some people came early and grabbed the few futons; some were clever and brought their own stools and mats; however, the vast majority of people just sat on the floor.
Despite this, it does not hinder the enthusiasm of the believers. In a crowd of people, you can often see someone shaking their head and tail, intoxicated; someone beating their feet and chest, wailing; someone falling to the ground, with tears streaming down their face... The emotions are so ups and downs, I really don’t know why. Like?
On both sides of the crowd, near the Dharma platform, two high platforms were also erected. Seats were set up on the high platform, tea and snacks were prepared, and dignitaries from all walks of life were sitting there. The dignitaries who listened to the scriptures would not lose their status like the common people below. They ate fruits and snacks, and when they heard the subtle points, they called the accompanying monks over and took out real gold and silver.
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It was so lively and lively until the afternoon.
The sun is just right, and with the coolness of autumn, it makes people feel sleepy.
Adults may worry about the majesty of Buddha, but children cannot think so much.
Nannan was leaning on her grandfather's arms, her upper and lower eyelids were twitching happily, and many thoughts were flashing through her little head. For example, the porridge distributed by the monk in the morning was really delicious. What were those red ones? It smells so sweet; the monk's silk fabrics are so beautiful, I wish I had one as a headband; the monk's voice on the stage is really loud, even though he is far away, why does the sound still go into his ears?
It's a pity that no matter how loud the voice is, the little guy can't understand it, and it becomes a lullaby.
I was drowsy when suddenly, a pair of monk shoes came into my eyes.
Nannan pouted quietly, and she knew without raising her head that the monk holding the big box had come to beg for money again. He had come back and forth seven or eight times in the morning.
Grandpa neatly took out his copper coins and threw them in, but he didn't dare to look up at the monk's face for fear of bumping into him. Nannan was bold enough to take a quick glance.
Why?
She widened her big eyes.
"road……"
Shh.
The monk put his finger in front of his lips and made a silencing gesture with a smile.
"when."
A series of loud gongs and drums.
There was a break on the stage, and the curtains on both sides were opened. Suddenly, a sweet smell filled the place. Everyone's throats were rolled by the fragrance, and they all turned their eyes. They saw a small car carrying rice buckets. , entered the venue in an endless stream.
I don’t know who shouted.
“It’s time to give out porridge!”
The crowd immediately boiled. Even if the surrounding officers and soldiers came in to suppress the situation, they could not stop the turbulence. It was a chaotic situation.
And in this chaotic moment, who would notice that a certain monk disappeared quietly?
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Bai Lian Zuo sent Xiang Ji Sheng to shake the gruel in the bowl, which was as white as jade and as red as blood. He substituted porridge for wine, and toasted a bowl to Chen Zhiji on the high platform opposite. He glanced at the surging crowd below the high platform, and there was an undetectable sneer at the corner of his mouth.
In the eyes of others, the high platform may be just a short-lived commotion caused by believers fighting for rice. In his eyes, a certain group of soldiers occupied a certain corner; a certain group of people were "helplessly" squeezed out; certain people gathered "by chance"... Among them were traffickers, pawns, careless people in the world, and honest people. The farmers, both male and female, old and young... all have one thing in common, that is, they pay attention to Xiang Zuo Shi on the high platform from time to time, or in other words, they pay attention to the bottle in Xiang Ji Sheng's hand that has never been touched. of... wine glass.
at the same time.
Not far outside the venue, covered by thick bushes and grass, there were people looking at everything in the venue.
They were several Taoist priests, the leader of whom had three long beards and a solemn expression. Behind the Taoist priest, there is an altar. Although the flags and banners are low, jade plaques, incense tripods, talismans, incense candles... are all available, and there is a bronze seal placed on it. "Alliance".
There was also a military general leading a team of elite soldiers to watch the surroundings.
The general was tall and thick, but his face was a little uneasy.
"Taoist Master, is this location too close?"
He was ordered to protect this group of Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain and protect the Dharma in front of the altar. Naturally, he felt that the Dharma altar should be as far away from the venue as possible. But these Taoist priests are very bold, and the hiding place is only a hundred steps away. If they get up to practice magic later, won't they be discovered by the demons of the White Lotus Sect immediately?
But the Taoist stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "The general doesn't know something. The method of raising the altar is just like firing a crossbow and cannon in the army. It needs to be close to be powerful enough!"
The general didn't know how to retort, so he just scratched his head.
Seeing this, the Taoist smiled and said: "If you have nothing to do, general, why not build a shed for yourself."
"Ah?" He looked up blankly. The sun was warm and cloudless in the sky.
The Taoist reached out and grabbed a handful from the wind, brushed it against his nose, and said:
"The storm is coming..."
Forget it, he ignored the surprised general and just turned his head to look at the Dharma Assembly Hall with a faint look in his eyes.
"It's just the right time to set up the altar!"
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"Weird."
After entering the Demon Cave, Li Changan changed back to his usual Taoist attire, except that there was a long, narrow and simple wooden box behind his back, which naturally contained the sword embryo bequeathed by Yan Xinglie.
"Om mani padme hum..." The monk's chanting sound was like earwax and still refused to dissipate.
He raised his hand and knocked on his head, feeling helpless.
"How come the monks from Thousand Buddhas Temple are chanting sutras just like those modern divine songs? How come they are still circulating in the brain after listening to them for a long time?"
The Taoist priest struggled for a while but had no choice but to let it go, probably because there was something bigger and strange in front of him that needed his attention.
Logically speaking, after the White Lotus Saint was escorted into the Demon Transformation Cave, this cave must become the center of the whirlpool of the struggle between the Zhenfu Division and the White Lotus Sect. Even if the two sides have reached a tacit understanding, there must be heavy guards and guards in front of the Demon Transformation Cave. Fortified, but...
Li Changan looked around, but saw no one in sight, only the old rope bridge creaking and swaying in the wind.
Could it be that all the trouble I put into Baal's disguise was just to show off to the blind man, and it was all in vain?
There is no doubt that there must be some changes that he doesn't know about.
For a moment, Li Changan hesitated.
At this time, the evening wind blew against his face with a dampness and coldness. The Taoist priest raised his eyes and saw that the setting sun outlined a golden edge around the growing clouds on the horizon.
He pondered for a moment, then suddenly smiled.
never mind.
Come all come.
Without further delay, he turned around and threw himself into the cave.
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Youshi.
The long wind brought rain clouds, and darkness covered half of the sky.
The sky is dark and the earth is dark, and the sun is setting in the west.
The Dharma conference is coming to an end.
On the Dharma stage, the last program was finally performed. The freshly baked "Buddhas in the flesh" appeared on stage. During the Buddha's singing, lotus flowers all over the sky fell to the ground.
Under the Dharma altar, there was a bit of noise mixed in with the obeisances and prayers.
"Why is the number of golden Buddhas different today from yesterday?"
It's a pity that the messenger on the high platform didn't pay attention to this sound. Under the gaze of countless eyes, both openly and secretly, he sneered and threw the wine glass in his hand.
At the same time.
The Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain, who had been closing their eyes to rest their minds, suddenly had their eyes lit up (harmony), and then they stood up. They waved the command flag, floating dust, and magic sword, held up long banners, talismans, and sacred thrones, walked up to the Tiangang, and stepped on Kui Dou.
"Look up to the Great Sage Xuantian, the Supreme Spiritual God of Rengui in the North..."
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In the Demonic Cave.
When you first enter, the entrance to the cave is quite narrow.
Gradually deepening, you will feel suddenly enlightened. Even when the light from the torch in the hand spreads out, it cannot illuminate the boundary, making people wonder whether the cave has hollowed out the entire mountain.
Just as there is no one watching outside, there is no one watching inside the cave.
As Li Changan walked among them, apart from the hissing sound of the wind, there was only the hollow echo of his own footsteps. He raised the torch and looked around. In the cages separated by iron bars, occasionally human figures tightly wrapped in vines could be seen squirming slightly.
He walked forward for a while and suddenly stood still.
At the end illuminated by the firelight ahead, the cave suddenly closed in, as if a door frame had been placed out of thin air, with some dim light coming out of the door.
Presumably the three-body Buddha is in front.
He guessed so.
So far, everything has gone smoothly, so much so that Li Changan couldn't help but clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist with a stern look on his face.
Everything around him matched his imagination of a cave.
What you see in front of your eyes is the ordinary darkness and gloominess, what you hear in your ears is the ordinary openness and silence, and what you smell with your nose is the ordinary humidity and dullness in the air of the cave.
It's so normal, except that no one is guarding it, it's so normal that it's impeccable.
But why...
The sword box behind you started beeping? !
For no apparent reason, Li Changan suddenly felt the hairs on his hair stand on end and his face went numb.
He looked around carefully, but it was as deserted and deserted as ever, with nothing out of the ordinary except for the buzzing of the sword embryo behind him, which made him almost want to break out of the box.
what happened? ! What's wrong? ! where? !
Li Changan's heart was ringing with alarm bells, but he couldn't figure out where the danger came from. He gritted his teeth and planned to release the flying sword.
He can't find the reason for the danger, the sword can always do it!
Just at this time.
"Boom!"
The deep sound of the bell came from nowhere and washed through the cave through the mountain wall.
The sound of the bell made the Taoist priest's vision tremble.
He was suddenly shocked to realize that the world was like melted paint, suddenly becoming blurry. The sound of chanting sutras that had been lingering in my mind suddenly disappeared.
And at the same time.
A strong bloody stench rushed into his nose.
