Just as he was about to speak, a chamberlain appeared behind him. He put his palm on his back and let out his inner energy.
His words suddenly got stuck in his throat and no sound came out.
This handsome middle-aged man wanted to turn his head to see who was behind him, but found that his body was stiff and unable to move.
He gritted his teeth secretly, but his face was calm and he didn't show it at all.
This is not because his palace is deep, but because the acupuncture points have been sealed, and the muscles on his face cannot move.
"Ding..." A bell sounded slowly.
Fa Kong, whose eyes were slightly closed and motionless, slowly opened his eyes.
The people watching at the bottom of the steps suddenly felt something strange.
As Fakong opened his eyes, a huge Buddha statue seemed to float slowly behind him. Standing behind Fakong, his palms were clasped together, looming.
Although you can't see it with your eyes, you can feel this giant Buddha.
This huge Buddha statue was about ten feet high, blocking out the sky and the sun, so that all of us were actually standing in the shadow.
The piety and reverence in my heart suddenly surged up again, forcing myself to bow and salute.
They are either princes, high-ranking officials, or top martial arts masters. They are all arrogant people who will not allow themselves to give in at this time...
If everyone is praying, then you can pray. If everyone is under control, but you are not under control, that would be a shame.
As a bell rang, the chanting in the Main Hall became louder.
The rhythm of the chanting was neither fast nor slow, and the sound spread leisurely, reaching every corner of Lingkong Temple.
The sound of wooden fish was mixed with the sound of chanting, and together with the sound of chanting, it resounded throughout Lingkong Temple.
Fakong slowly walked down the three steps and then stopped, stood still, and looked at Leng Feiqiong calmly.
Leng Feiqiong stepped up the five steps and stood one step below Fa Kong, tithing.
"Let's begin." Fakong said.
He took out three lit sticks of sandalwood from his sleeves and handed them to Leng Feiqiong.
Under the gaze of everyone, Leng Feiqiong, who was dressed in plain White House attire, respectfully took the three sticks of sandalwood, bowed to the Buddha statue in the Main Hall, then lightly stepped down the steps and inserted the three sticks of sandalwood into the incense burner.
Then bow and salute.
The maids and chamberlains next to them held four trays, and the maids and chamberlains next to them opened the yellow cloth covering the trays.
Two plates are of fruits, and two plates are of flowers.
Leng Feiqiong personally carried 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 sounds of the six old monks, all white-haired, gradually decreased.
Fakong turned around and headed towards the Main Hall, and then turned around and headed towards the Vajra Temple.
He said slowly: "In the eighty-eighth year of Daqian Changyou, Fa Kong, a 102nd-generation disciple of Daxue Mountain Vajra Temple, today upholds Vajra Zhengdong. He has accepted Leng Feiqiong as a registered disciple, and ordered him to lead the practice and keep the precepts at home.
, to achieve the right result.”
His voice came out slowly, but it lingered in everyone's ears, and then continued to spread out.
The city of Shenjing is noisy and bustling, with several streets bustling with traffic and bustling with traffickers, thugs, and dignitaries all around.
Fakong's voice came out from Lingkong Temple, spread out, condensed and never dispersed, reaching the ears of everyone in Shenjing City.
Even those who were eating and drinking, noisy, and had completely lost attention to the outside world were still filled by this sound.
Looking down from the sky, Shenjing City suddenly became quiet for a moment, and then resumed its bustle again.
People asked one after another what was going on.
After Fakong said this, he looked at Leng Feiqiong.
Leng Feiqiong saluted together.
Fakong took out a garland of willow branches from his sleeve and gently put it on Leng Feiqiong's shiny black hair.
Leng Feiqiong's hair was spread loosely, looking like black satin in the sunlight.
Fakong retracted his hands and formed a mudra, then formed a mudra with his left palm, stretched out his right palm, and gently pressed it on Leng Feiqiong's head.
Leng Feiqiong immediately closed her eyes and remained motionless, turning into a white jade statue.
Everyone's eyes widened.
They felt that the giant Buddha behind Fa Kong walked in front of Leng Feiqiong, slowly raised its huge Buddha palm, and gently pressed it on Leng Feiqiong's head.
Everyone's eyes were wide open, trying to see clearly what was going on and what this invisible and substantial giant Buddha was going to do.
Leng Feiqiong's eyebrows suddenly lit up, then returned to normal.
Fakong retracted his palm and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!"
"Amitabha." Leng Feiqiong opened her bright eyes, lowered her head and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Thank you, Master."
Fa Kong nodded lightly.
He raised his head and glanced at everyone, then titheed again, smiled at everyone, and then disappeared without a trace in a flash.
People felt that the giant Buddha had disappeared.
"Amitabha." They all joined together and exclaimed the Buddha's name with emotion.
Leng Feiqiong stood on the steps without moving, titheed again towards the Main Hall, turned around and came to the side of Emperor Chu Xiong.
Chu Xiong looked solemnly, looked her up and down, and slowly smiled.
The Queen smiled sweetly and said: "Congratulations to Sister Leng."
Feng Zhengxin's cold face burst into a smile, and she said with a smile: "Thank you, sister."
Chu Ling, Xu Qingluo, Zhou Yang and Zhou Yu, who were standing among the crowd, had already withdrawn without making a sound.
The four of them walked on the street, talking as they walked, and occasionally stopped at a small stall to bargain with the vendors and buy something small.
"Sister Xu, when the monk accepted you as a registered disciple, was it so solemn?"
Chu Ling bit into a candied haws of haws. She never got tired of eating candied haws on a stick and would eat a bunch of them almost every day.
While eating, she glanced sideways at Xu Qingluo.
Xu Qingluo hummed: "No."
She was still young at that time, and her life was almost gone, so she couldn't afford to hold such a grand apprenticeship ceremony.
It's just a matter of words.
In fact, it was not even two years, but it felt like a world away, as if a long time had passed and I had become an adult.
Chu Ling smiled and said: "That's a shame. Otherwise, let the monk make up for it and spread it all over the world."
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Xu Qingluo gave her a blank look: "How could Master agree?"
Let everyone know that you are Master's disciple, so you don't have to do anything when walking outside. You can just reveal your identity and everyone must behave.
Chu Ling smiled and said, "How will you know if you don't try?"
Zhou Yu pursed his lips and chuckled, shaking his head.
Chu Ling looked at her: "Sister Zhou, won't the monk agree?"
"This time it was so solemn because of ulterior motives. Even though it was already very solemn, I still pressed it down again and again as a senior disciple, otherwise..." Zhou Yu shook his head gently.
She knows the process.
Standing in the crowd, she had a clear mind and could clearly see the thoughts of several chamberlains in charge of rituals.
They were full of complaints, feeling that Fa Kong had severely reduced the grandeur and scale of the ceremony.
According to their intention, they wanted to build an altar, sixty meters high and covering 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 eminent monks in the sacred city were invited. All the eminent monks gathered on the altar, chanted sutras and chanted Buddha's name, and blessed this ceremony.
Then use flower petals as rain, and let the girls in the palace each carry a flower basket and sprinkle the petals from the altar.
A team of palace musicians will also be arranged on the altar to play Buddhist pure sounds, accompanied by the chanting of sutras by eminent monks.
The sky is filled with flowers and rain.
The altar is filled with fragrance.
The sound of Sanskrit singing lingers.
The Chief of Ceremonies was determined to create an unforgettable grand occasion that would be praised by everyone.
Unfortunately, Fa Kong suppressed their ambitions with a few words.
No altars were built, no eminent monks were invited, no flower petals were sprinkled, and no musical instruments were played.
Finally, we were in front of the Main Hall.
The guests attending the ceremony were also compressed and compressed, otherwise the place would not be big enough to accommodate so many people.
This was a ceremony that made the ceremonial director extremely dissatisfied.
"Alas..." Chu Ling sighed.
She felt regretful that the person who converted this time was not the queen, but Leng Feiqiong.
She thought to herself: Fang Kong's solemn expression had obviously given Leng Feiqiong a lot of benefits, and the grass ring that looked like a joke must be a good thing.
And the final empowerment must have imparted the mysterious method to her.
It is a pity that such an opportunity did not fall on the queen mother.
"They are still discussing." Zhou Yang whispered: "It seems that they have all heard what the uncle said."
He heard the discussions among the people around him, all discussing what Fakong had just said about accepting Leng Feiqiong as a registered disciple.
No matter how fast the news spreads, it cannot be that fast.
Xu Qingluo said: "Master wants everyone in the city to hear it."
"Everyone knows it, there's no need for it, right?" Chu Ling snorted.
Zhou Yu shook his head.
How could it be that the uncle's actions were unnecessary? There must be deep meaning, and he might be preparing for the future.
Chu Xiong and Queen Leng Feiqiong had already left Lingkong Temple surrounded by the guards of the Forbidden Palace.
The crowd in front of the Main Hall did not disperse.
People are reluctant to leave.
They haven't gotten over the shock yet, and they still want to see if the giant statue that appeared behind Fakong just now is real.
If it were true, what would it look like?
Then they started to discuss the giant Buddha.
When Chu Xiong arrived at the Imperial Garden, the Queen Mother was already waiting in the Imperial Garden, and he couldn't wait to ask about the situation at that time.
After the queen met Leng Feiqiong, the queen mother stared at the willow branch ring.
Leng Feiqiong gently untied it and handed it to the Queen Mother.
The Queen Mother didn't feel any difference, except that the willow branches were full of green, as if they were still alive.
"Mother, this is blessed with three Buddhist mantras." Leng Feiqiong said with a smile: "Wearing it will keep you energetic and healthy. It can be regarded as the master's entrance gift."
"That is indeed a treasure." The Queen Mother nodded with emotion: "Master is so generous."
The divine water is so miraculous, not to mention that it is blessed with the three great Buddha mantras. If you can always keep your spirit and body in good health, it is better than any treasure in the world.
She now realizes that nothing is more important than good health.
Leng Feiqiong smiled and said: "It's a pity that it was given by Master and cannot be given to others. However, it can be lent to my mother to wear for a few days."
The Queen Mother waved her hands and said with a smile: "My old lady cannot take advantage of this."
Chu Xiong said: "Mother, this is Fei Qiong's filial piety. Please wear it for a few days."
The Queen Mother shook her head.
The queen smiled and said: "Mother, it doesn't matter if you wear it for a few days. Let's see what magical effect it has."
"...That's okay." The Queen Mother listened to the Queen's advice and put the willow branch ring on her gray head with a smile.
Drinking the divine water every day has caused her originally snow-white hair to gradually turn green and turn gray. If she continues to drink it, it will probably turn completely black.
Footsteps sounded, and a young chamberlain appeared in the imperial garden. He stopped at a distance and waited aside.
Chu Xiong waved.
The young and handsome chamberlain walked quietly to the small pavilion, clasped his fists and bowed in salute.
Chu Xiong waved his hand and said, "Did you ask anyone?"
"Your Majesty, Mr. Wu is very tough-mouthed, but we have investigated and found that his background is not very clean. He may have colluded with Dayun."
Chu Xiong said: "Let him go."
"Yes." The young chamberlain immediately agreed. Seeing Chu Xiong wave his hand, he left quietly.