Chapter 137 The son cries for his father in front of the temple
In front of the Lingxian Temple, there was a huge crowd. The crude wooden carvings on the simple stage danced in the hands of the actors, acting out stories they heard from hearsay, or adding jealousy to the scene, killing barbarians, attracting passers-by to stop and watch.
There were also people from far away in the city who came from the strange news. They stood on their toes and stretched their necks to look. They saw the leafy trees beside the temple in the distance and felt magical.
"A big tree really grew. Remember, I visited here four days ago, and there was no tree at all at that time!"
"Could it be that hunchbacked Miao Zhu who secretly planted her in the middle of the night?"
"Nonsense, with such a big tree, even a dozen people can't make any noise. Couldn't all the people nearby hear it?"
“Go over and see if the soil has been renovated and you will know!”
The rambling chatter in the market naturally made others want to find out what was going on, and the crowd suddenly began to surge again, rushing towards the 'sacred tree' covered in red and colorful colors.
There are also devout pilgrims who carry baskets with incense and candles, enter the ancestral hall and kneel down behind other pilgrims to pray for peace, money, and peace at home.
In the crowd, a child stood up after kowtowing and looked around secretly. He obviously didn't see anyone who looked exactly like the god. He breathed a sigh of relief and squeezed the crowd out of Zhenjun Temple and quickly headed south.
Run home.
Chengningfang is located on Chengnan Street. The child ran home from the temple and was panting from exhaustion. When he opened the courtyard door, his father was sitting under the eaves drinking water. When he saw his son coming back, he touched his little head.
"You're running in such a hurry, what are you doing? Cough cough cough..."
After saying a few words, the man coughed violently. The child on the side obediently picked up the bowl of warm water on the ground, gave it to his father to drink, and said softly: "I went to Zhenjun Temple to pray for my father. I heard people outside saying that Zhenjun Temple
It’s very effective. A big tree grew out of thin air the day before yesterday.”
The child's words were innocent and sensible, which made the man hug his son happily. He naturally didn't believe this. He had been suffering from this disease for a long time. If the gods had spirits, he had visited so many temples and seen so many doctors.
, it should have been cured long ago, but why has it been delayed until now? I can't go out to find work, and I have no money to take care of my family.
Beside, the child saw his father's silence and thought it was because he didn't believe it, so he talked about how he secretly went to the temple yesterday.
"Dad, my child saw a person the day before yesterday. He seemed invisible to others, standing at the temple gate. He looked exactly like the statue inside and wore the same clothes. Could it be the real king?"
Hearing this, the man came back to his senses and quickly covered the child's mouth. Although he didn't believe it, he was afraid that the child might see something and say something that would cause trouble.
At this moment, the courtyard door opened, and a woman came back with a dustpan in her hands. She saw the two men muttering under the eaves, and her face darkened. She didn't know what she was muttering, and Shi Shiran walked to the stove.
The father and son did not dare to talk any more.
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"Enlightenment through incense is indeed faster than through practice..."
At this time, in the Zhenjun Temple, smoke was curling over the statue of the god on the altar. Chen Yuan was leaning on the statue, and his soul was more solid than before. He could faintly feel that mana was beginning to accumulate, and he was connected to the body under the altar.
, and it is becoming clearer and clearer.
Looking from the eyes of the statue, one can see the color of misfortune and fortune on the heads of every common people coming in and out of the temple. Floating black clouds mean disaster is coming. If there is red smoke, it means danger is approaching. If there is a person behind him,
If a faint golden halo appears, it means that a noble person will help you soon, or you will have good luck...
However, Chen Yuan didn't see it very clearly, but it was his first contact in this area, which was quite new. He tried to reach out his hand and brush away a black cloud above the head of a pious old woman, and the mana he had just accumulated disappeared.
Slightly, the dark cloud over the old woman's head also faded.
In return, the old woman came to fulfill her vows in the past two days. Her face was beaming with joy and her spirits were much better than when she came before. The incense she offered and the piety in her worship turned into strands of silk threads and floated towards the statue.
This is the benefit of setting up a temple to sit and eat incense. No wonder there are many wild monsters in the countryside that smoke incense.
Feeling the slightest feedback, Chen Yuan could feel that the spells he knew before could be used with the power of incense, but he didn't know if the effect would be the same as before.
"Why didn't the child come today?"
This is the third day again. Except for the previous two days, he has seen the child coming, but today he has not appeared. It is rare for a stranger to see him.
'It's normal for a child's mind to get over it once the heat has passed.'
Now that he had accumulated mana again, Chen Yuan tried to reawaken Guan, Zhang and the others, but there was still no response. He wanted to sink into his consciousness and go to the Zhenjun Temple on the other side of the world, but he couldn't get in no matter what he tried several times.
'Does it still need to return to the human body?'
'What if I redo the wood carving?'
With this thought in mind, Chen Yuan waited until the sun set, and the pilgrims in the temple gradually left, and the sky gradually darkened. The guest rooms next to the temple were lit with dim lights, and children were laughing and chatting.
It's quiet at night.
Chen Yuan floated out of the statue and came to the open space next to the temple. Listening to the Xu Huaiyu family who was gradually sleeping there, she came to the ancient pillar, looked up for a moment, and stretched out her hand to touch the relief on it.
He randomly picked a person from the relief and wanted to carve it, but unfortunately there was no movement, which made Wu Guzhu tremble.
Before Chen Yuan could figure out what was going on, he saw a small lump bulging out from a branch, which then slowly swelled and became larger, twisting and revealing a slightly human-like outline.
Is it carved using this method?
But seeing this scene, Chen Yuan couldn't help laughing. It was similar to growing ginseng fruit. He raised his hand and pressed it again to transfer the mana. In an instant, the outline of the human figure became clearer, revealing the robe.
His face is as if he is lying down and drinking, holding a gourd in one hand and a sword in the other.
It's just that the aura passed to Chen Yuan is very weak and cannot be directly manifested like the one he carved with his own hands.
'Perhaps it will take some time.'
Thinking roughly like this, Chen Yuan walked around in a circle, while Lao Niu and the ghost servant Wang Zhaoyuan were wandering behind as if they were patrolling the territory.
"No need to follow. After a few days when the mana is restored, I will go to the City God to have a look. I will also meet with the Taoist Master of the Tianshi Mansion who is still in the city."
After letting the cow and ghost disperse, Chen Yuan returned to the statue and fell asleep, raising incense for today.
The clear moon was covered by night clouds.
On the deserted street, there was a sudden sound of footsteps, a pair of small feet stepped across the bluestone paved floor, and the figure of a child ran out of the darkness.
When he saw that there was only one light on ahead, the child stopped. Seeing that it was the Zhenjun Temple, he squeezed his little hands and rushed in. With red eyes, he pushed open the temple door.
"Zhenjun, please compensate my father!"
It was the child who had been here for two days. He pointed at the statue of the god on the altar in front of him and started crying.
"I have come to worship you these past two days, why don't you bless my dad... He never does bad things... Why do you want him to die? Aren't you very effective? Why do I worship you, but my dad still dies?
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The child's cries echoed in the ancestral hall, and in his tearful eyes, the statue's eyes were majestic, staring at him like a living person.