With the support of the imperial court, Zheng revered Buddhism and suppressed Taoism, and almost no one believed in other religions except Buddhism and Taoism. However, the hundreds of ethnic groups in Huazhou are mixed, and the proportion of Zheng people is only half, and the Hu merchants who come and go bring the Yilanism and Bishop Ji to Huazhou, and even the Saduism in the northern desert has followers here.

The festival day is a good opportunity for the major sects to preach, and you can see bald monks with bowls, Taoist priests wearing yellow ordination robes and carrying swords, missionaries wearing white sacrificial robes, and even priests wearing antlers and masks preaching to interested people.

Not far from the West City Gate, there is an empty field of five acres in size, which is the place where the soldiers practice on weekdays, and is turned into a venue for jugglers to perform during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The empty field was crowded, there were monkeys in the Central Plains, fire-breathing people in the Western Regions, people practicing martial arts and selling medicine, people climbing poles and dancing snakes, rapping and teasing people, and puppet shows, forming dozens of circles, large and small, from time to time bursting into bursts of applause, which made the children excitedly get here for a while, and run over there for a while.

There is a circle a little far away from the city gate, and a puppet show of the gods to meet Tianzun is being staged, with the help of the cloud and mist effect simulated by fireworks, those puppets are like real gods and demons in the clouds and fog, causing many people to kneel down and pray to Tianzun in the play.

There was a thunderclap, a strong wind swept through, the smoke dissipated, and an old voice sang: "Everyone, good faith, Tianzun returns to the palace, the gods retreat, peace and happiness, everything is appropriate." "The old Taoist who spoke tied his hair in a bun, wore a lotus Taoist temple, his hair was like three winter snow, his eyebrows were like September frost, but his face was ruddy, like a baby, wearing a yellow robe, stepping on boat-shaped cloud boots, and holding a whisk in his hand, it was really like a fairy descending to earth.

Lao Dao waved the dust in his hand, recited the Dharma name "Immeasurable Tianzun", and said: "The Mid-Autumn Festival in August is the day of the Taiyin Dynasty, you can return home, you may wish to use the yellow tablet to write the words 'Moon Palace Taiyin Queen Xingjun', place seven oil lamps under the tablet, and bow to the west at the beginning of the year, which can keep the family safe and increase longevity." ”

The people who watched the play thanked the old gods one after another, and there were unbelievers in the crowd, who sneered: "What nonsense, where did the Taiyin Dynasty come from, pretending to be a god and a ghost." ”

Lao Dao looked at the place where the voice came from, but it was a young scholar, holding a folding fan in his hand, looking at him with a smug face. Lao Dao smiled slightly, and said: "Immeasurable Tianzun, this donor, you don't believe it, why bother to collide with the gods, be careful that trouble comes out of your mouth, provoke the Taiyin Xingjun to dislike, and give birth to a right and wrong." ”

The scholar said proudly: "Zi is silent and blames the gods, I want to see how the Taiyin Xingjun condemns me." ”

There were several apprentices beside Lao Dao, who were cleaning up the puppets, and one of the middle-aged Taoist priests straightened his waist, taking advantage of the unpreparedness, and his fingers flicked at the scholar slightly, and a wisp of finger wind was dotted on the scholar's waist in the air.

The scholar danced with a folding fan and said that he was spitting, but his eyes were slanted to a few girls not far away, and when he saw those girls covering their faces with fans, and pointed at himself with a smile, the scholar became more and more energetic, and suddenly felt that his waist was cold and sore, and then he couldn't straighten his waist, and fell to the ground softly.

The crowd was in a panic, and they moved out of the way like a plague, lest they be contaminated with the bad luck of the scholars. The scholar struggled and lay on the ground weakly, panic welled up in his heart, and shouted in a panic: "Help, Immortal Chief, save me, Immortal Chief, save me." ”

"This kid just said that there are no immortals, and he is really in the world

"Just now the fairy chief said that he wanted a few lamps, and I asked the whole family to worship at night", "This kid belongs to the old Lu family, and after reading for two years, he doesn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and he has been retributed", "Old immortal, young people don't know the severity, you raise your noble hand and save him".

The crowd said everything, and the people next to them were also alarmed, and gathered around to see the excitement, and asked what was going on.

Lao Dao motioned to the apprentice to pick up the scholar, carried him to the front, and said with a smile: "You are a scholar, since you know that Zi Buyu is strange and confused, you should know that there is a sentence 'respect for ghosts and gods and stay away', whether you believe it or not, you should remain in awe of the gods, how can you spit out lies in public." ”

There was a chorus of echoes from the crowd. The scholar trembled all over, and said in a trembling voice: "The kid knows that he is wrong, and he asks the old fairy to save my life, and I will definitely thank the old fairy heavily." ”

Lao Dao sighed: "This matter started because of the poor road, and the poor road can't see death without help." The poor road does not need your thanks, as long as you are afraid in the future, you can thank the gods. ”

"Certainly, definitely", Lu Shusheng nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Lao Dao shook the dust in his hand, pinched his fingers and calculated: "There is a god three feet above your head, I don't know which way the god you collided with when you spoke just now, wait for the poor road to burn incense and bow down, please spare the fairy once." Apprentices, burn incense. ”

Three incense sticks are lit, inserted in the copper incense burner, it is strange to say, the cigarette is straight but not scattered, like three straight lines straight up to the sky, a strange fragrance makes people intoxicated, smelling it has the feeling of drifting.

Everyone was amazed and widened their eyes as they watched what was happening in front of them. The smoke rose again, and the old Taoist bowed down in the swirling, and he didn't know what Taoist song was reciting in his mouth, and he listened to the whispers of the gods in everyone's ears, and he was in awe. Lu Shusheng knelt behind the old Taoist with the support of the two Taoist priests, and he didn't dare to come out, for fear of colliding with the immortals.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was Yang Siqi, supporting Lu Shusheng behind his back, laughing secretly in his heart, Uncle Dan Yuanzi is used to pretending to be a ghost, no wonder Uncle Liu sent him to lead a team to Huiye Mansion to act at the opportunity.

Looking at the incense, Yang Siqi felt a little heartache, this incense is not an ordinary thing, but the lost incense produced by the Yuantian Sect on the secret island, with ambergris as the main material, blended with the island's unique goldenbutterfly flower stamens and grinded, smelling it can arouse the heart, recall the past, and see illusions.

The end of his nose was separated from the rich fragrance, Yang Siqi didn't check it for a while, and his mind suddenly rose. The appearance of Liu Shi appeared in front of him, and a sigh sounded in his ears again, "Heaven is not as good as people, and you are not to blame for the failure to destroy Tuntian, Siqi, you don't have to blame yourself too much, but you said that it is a happy event to step into the realm of refining gods and returning to the void." I'm old, and it's up to your generation to revive the great cause of Yuantian. ”

Yang Siqi looked at the old man in front of him with a painful heart, he followed him to learn literature when he was a child, and his name was still chosen by him. Liu Shi worked hard for the matter of Yuan Tianjiao, in the past two years, all the hair has turned white, plus since the Qingshan Water Village incident, even suffered from disadvantages, the older generation of brothers passed away one after another, it was a heavy blow to him, he had never seen Liu Shi so depressed, every wrinkle on his face was written with exhaustion.

"Hurry like the law of the old king, edict", Dan Yuanzi woke Yang Siqi up with a loud shout, and the real anger in his hand was spit out, and the silt on Lu Shusheng's waist was washed away.

Lu Shusheng felt a heat in his waist, and his soft waist suddenly became stronger, and he straightened up with force.

Yang Siqi's hand was as soon as he took it, Lu Shusheng stood up, twisted his waist twice, and found that it was completely fine, and cheered in surprise: "Okay, it's okay, thank you old immortal." ”

"It can't be fake, it's going to be fine so soon, I thought I'd have to stay in bed for at least a few days."

"Nonsense, the gods made a move, how can it be the same. Besides, I know the person surnamed Lu, who lives in the south of the city, and will never lie. ”

Dan Yuanzi looked at a scholar Lu who bowed to him vigorously, and smiled gently: "Don't thank me, you have to be cautious in your words and deeds this year." ”

"Yes, yes, yes", Lu Shusheng was so grateful that he didn't dare to stay longer, and walked out of the crowd.

This miraculous change amazed the people watching, and some people "pounced" and knelt down, saying: "Old fairy, my back often hurts unbearably, please save me." ”

"Plop plop", immediately knelt on the ground, some begged Dan Yuanzi to get rid of illness and eliminate disasters, some asked him to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts, and some let him surpass the soul.

These were already expected, Dan Yuanzi smiled and said: "Everyone, please get up, just now, it just happened that the gods were generous enough to let go of that scholar, and the poor Dao has no merit." ”

The more they said this, the more those ordinary people believed that the person in front of them was a living immortal, and they kowtowed desperately. Dan Yuanzi turned around, closed his eyes slightly, and ignored him. The wailing of those people became more and more earnest, and they knelt down and climbed forward in a hurry, holding Dan Yuanzi's robe and not letting go.

Another man dressed in Taoist clothes bowed down and said, "Master, you often say that cultivators should have a benevolent heart and help the world and save people, these people are really pitiful, so you can help them." ”

What he wanted to say had been discussed in advance, and Yang Siqi reprimanded: "Senior brother, the master took us on a tour, and there is no big problem in the world with occasional spell games, if you don't control it, won't it delay the master's cultivation, and if it affects the master's ascension, how can you get it." ”

Those ordinary people heard it, the old Taoist in front of him is a living immortal, just with apprentices occasionally out to play the world, how can such a living immortal miss it, someone shouted loudly: "Old immortal, we are willing to raise money to build a Taoist temple, sincere to the Tao." I also hope that the old gods will see our pious hearts, show more compassion, and stay in the world for a few more days. ”

Dan Yuanzi looked up to the sky and sighed, and said: "The troubles are all because of the strong head, no wonder the poor Dao is restless in the deep mountains, it seems that he can't escape this catastrophe." After that, the poor road stayed here for three years, and then meditated and ascended after the dust. ”

When the common people heard the old fairy say that they were willing to stay, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed, smiling one by one.

Dan Yuanzi said: "Donors, please get up, no need to kneel." The poor Dao and the donors agreed on three chapters in advance, one is that the poor Dao and his apprentices temporarily live in the Jinxia Cave of Cangzhu Mountain in the south of Huiye Fu, and there is no need to build a Taoist temple, nor do they need to give money and food, so they don't need to worry about anything; The second is that whether it is to dispel diseases and eliminate disasters or to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts, the poor road only shoots three times a month, and the number of times is too much to the practice of the poor road, and I hope that the donors will understand, the poor road will let the apprentices issue three road cards, and wait at the end of each decade at the end of each decade; The third is that sincerity is spiritual, and the poor Tao will teach some scriptures to the donors to recite, which can not only exorcise evil spirits and demons, but also add some merits to the poor road, and it will be easier to ascend. I hope that these three points will be strictly observed, otherwise it is no wonder that the poor road will not say goodbye. ”

Walking out of the south gate of Aino Mansion and looking at the long line of people following behind him, Dan Motoko showed a smug smile. ()

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