Just as he was about to speak, an eunuch appeared behind him, his palm pressed on his back, and his internal strength was spitting out lightly.

His words suddenly stuck in his throat, and there was no sound at all.

This handsome middle-aged man wanted to turn his head and see who was behind him, but found that his body was stiff and could not move.

He gritted his teeth secretly, but his face was calm and he could not show it at all.

This is not because he is so cunning, but because his acupoints have been blocked and his muscles on his face cannot move.

"Ding..." A bell and chime sounded slowly.

Fakong slowly opened his eyes, which was still motionless.

Everyone watching the steps suddenly felt something strange.

As Fakong opened his eyes, a huge Buddha statue seemed to slowly float up behind him. He stood behind Fakong, putting his palms together, appearing and looming.

Although you can't see the eyes, you can feel this giant Buddha.

This huge Buddha statue is about ten feet high, covering the sky and the sun, leaving him and his people standing in the shadows.

The piety and respect in my heart suddenly surged up again, forcing myself to bow and bow.

They are either princes and nobles, senior officials of the court, or top martial arts masters. They are all arrogant and arrogant people and do not allow themselves to surrender at this time...

If everyone worships you, you can worship you. If everyone controls you and doesn’t control you, that’s embarrassing.

As a bell and chime sounded, the sound of chanting scriptures in the Great Hall became louder.

The rhythm of chanting scriptures is neither fast nor slow, and the sound is spreading slowly and spreading throughout every corner of Lingkong Temple.

The sound of wooden fish is mixed with the chanting of scriptures, and it resounds throughout Lingkong Temple with the chanting of scriptures.

Fakong slowly stepped down three steps and stopped, stood still, and looked at Leng Feiqiong calmly.

Leng Feiqiong stepped on the five steps, stood on the stairs below Fakong's body, and tithes were ceremonial.

"Start." Fakkong said.

He took out three lit sandalwood from his sleeve and handed it to Leng Feiqiong.

Under the gaze of everyone, Leng Feiqiong, dressed in a white palace costume, respectfully took the three sandalwoods, bowed to the Buddha statue in the Main Hall, then gently stepped down the steps and inserted the three sandalwoods into the incense burner.

Then bow and fulfill your rituals.

The palace maids and eunuchs next to them were holding four trays, and the palace maids and eunuchs next to them pulled apart the yellow brass covered on the tray.

Two plates are fruits and vegetables, and two plates are flowers.

Leng Feiqiong personally brought the four trays into the Main Hall, presented them on the incense table in front of the Buddha statue, and then retreated to Fakong.

The chanting of the old monk Bai slowly decreased.

Fakong turned around and moved towards the Main Hall, then turned around and moved towards the Vajra Temple.

He said slowly: "In the 88th year of the Great Qian Changyou, Fakong, a 102nd generation disciple of the Vajra Temple in Daxue Mountain, today he upholds the Vajra Dharma and takes Leng Feiqiong as a registered disciple, so that he can lead the practice and keep precepts at home to achieve the right result."

His voice slowly came out, but it was not dissipated, lingering in the ears of everyone, and then continued to spread out.

The capital of Shenjing is noisy and bustling, with traffic on several streets and bustling, and peddlers and officials taking care of everything.

Fakong's voice came from Lingkong Temple, spreading away, condensed but did not dissipate, and reached the ears of everyone in Shenjing City.

Even those who are eating, drinking, noisy, and who have completely lost attention to the outside world, are still heard by this voice.

Looking down from the sky, Shenjing City suddenly calmed for a moment, and then it returned to the noisy again.

People asked what was going on.

After Fakong said this, he looked at Leng Feiqiong.

Leng Feiqiong celebrates what kind of rituals he has done.

Fakong took out a wreath made of willow branches from his sleeve and gently put it on Leng Feiqiong's black and shiny hair.

Leng Feiqiong's beautiful hair was scattered, like black satin in the sun.

Fakong withdrew his hands, formed a hand seal, then formed a seal with his left palm, stretched out his right palm, and gently pressed it to Leng Feiqiong's head.

Leng Feiqiong immediately closed her eyes, moved, and turned into a white jade statue.

Everyone's eyes widened.

They felt that the giant Buddha behind Fakong walked to Leng Feiqiong, slowly raised his huge Buddha palm, and gently pressed it to Leng Feiqiong's head.

Everyone's eyes widened, trying to see clearly what was going on and what this invisible and qualitative giant Buddha was going to do.

Leng Feiqiong's eyebrows suddenly lit up and then returned to normal.

Fakong withdrew his palm and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"

"Amitabha." Leng Feiqiong opened her bright eyes, lowered her head and closed her Buddha's name: "Thank you, Master."

Fakong nodded lightly.

He looked up and glanced at everyone, then politely greeted them, smiled slightly, and then disappeared without a trace.

People felt that the giant Buddha had disappeared.

"Amitabha." They all joined hands and proclaimed the Buddha's name with emotion.

Leng Feiqiong stood on the steps without moving, and bowed to the Main Hall again, turned around to the Emperor Chuxiong.

Chu Xiong looked up and down, and slowly smiled.

The queen smiled and said, "Congratulations to Sister Leng."

Feng Zhengxin smiled on his cold face and said with a smile: "Thank you sister."

Chu Ling and Xu Qingluo, Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu, who were standing in the crowd, have already withdrawn, silently.

The four of them walked on the street, talking while walking, occasionally stopping at a small stall, bargaining with the vendor, and buying a small thing.

"Sister Xu, how grand was when the monk accepted you as a registered disciple?"

Chu Ling was biting a candied haw. She never got tired of eating candied haws and ate a bunch of them almost every day.

She glanced at Xu Qingluo while eating.

Xu Qingluo snorted: "No."

She was still young at that time and her life was almost gone, so she didn't have the time to hold such a grand ceremony to accept disciples.

It's just a matter of one sentence.

In fact, it hasn't been two years, but I feel like I'm a different world. It seems that a long time has passed and I have become an adult.

Chu Ling smiled and said, "That's a loss. Otherwise, let the monk make up for it and it will spread all over the world."

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Xu Qingluo glanced at her: "How could Master agree!"

Let everyone know that they are the master’s disciples, so they don’t have to do anything when they walk outside. They just show off their identity and everyone must be obedient.

Chu Ling smiled and said, "How can you know if you don't try?"

Zhou Yu chuckled and shook her head.

Chu Ling looked at her: "Sister Zhou, the monk will not agree?"

"This time it is so grand because of its ulterior motive. Although it is already very grand, I still press my senior brother's disciples and press them again and again, otherwise..." Zhou Yu shook his head gently.

She knew the process.

She stood in the crowd, and Huixin had already seen clearly the thoughts of several eunuchs from the Silijian.

They were full of complaints, and they felt that the law had seriously compressed the grandeur and scale of the ceremony.

According to their intention, an altar was to be built, which was 60 meters high and covers an area of ​​one acre.

The altar is built at the junction of Zhuque Avenue and Xuanwu Avenue, so that everyone in Shenjing can see it.

Then, all the monks in the capital of Shenjing gathered on the altar to recite scriptures and Buddha's name to bless this ceremony.

Then, the petals were used as rain, so that all the girls in the palace could carry a flower basket and sprinkle petals from the altar.

A team of palace musicians must be arranged on the altar to play the Buddhist clear sound, accompanied by the chanting of scriptures by the monks.

The sky is filled with flowers and rain.

The altar is filled with fragrance.

The clear sound of the Sanskrit is lingering.

The Sili Supervisor made up his mind to create an unforgettable grand occasion that everyone praised.

Unfortunately, Fa Kong suppressed their ambitions in just a few words.

No altars are built, no monks are invited, no petals are sprinkled, no musical instruments are played.

Finally, it was in front of the Main Hall.

The guests who watched the ceremony also compressed and then compressed, otherwise the place would not be big enough to accommodate so many people.
To be continued...