With the first morning bell ringing, the Water and Land Dharma Assembly has officially entered its sixth day. Zheng
Early in the morning, Wu Qing and the others had just woken up when they saw Ning Yan already queuing up at the food bank to receive vegetarian meals.
"This way, this way~"
Ning Yan took a sip of the white porridge in his hand and waved vigorously to his companions.
Noticing the strange looks from the people around him, Wu Qing hurriedly covered his face and stepped forward, wishing to punch this shameless thing: "You're still eating in line?!"
"What are you doing? I paid for it!"
Ning Yan spoke righteously, but he was obviously still worried about the yellow cloth that contained ten taels of silver when he entered the city.
Vegetarian meals are generally light. In the morning, they mostly only have porridge, side dishes, pancakes, steamed buns, and the like. However, Ning Yan got a large bag of peanuts from somewhere and fried them until they were salty and crispy. They divided them among several people and used them to go with the porridge.
The breakfast was quite delicious. Zheng
Ning Yan has always been a generous person, and after eating, he didn't forget to leave some for Bi Yuewu: "Try it, it is said to be the store's ancestral craftsmanship. I have been waiting for a long time."
There was a bit of astonishment in Bi Yuewu Gujing Wubo's eyes, mixed with a bit of amusement. His eyes wandered on Ning Yan's face for a moment, then he shook his head: "No need."
"You don't even eat snacks?"
"Don't eat."
"Weird..." Ning Yan muttered quietly.
Speaking of which, he had never seen Bi Yuewu take off his mask in front of others. At most, he would slightly lift a corner to take a few sips of tea. In other cases, whether eating or taking a bath, this person would always avoid others in a mysterious manner, for fear of attracting attention.
It seems like seeing it.
As time goes by, you will inevitably become curious about the face under the mask. Zheng
"Oh, masters don't need to eat." Bi Yuewu held his chin up in high spirits and spread his palms forward: "Lend it to me for fun."
Of course Ning Yan knew what he was referring to, so he reluctantly took out the chessboard from the package: "You are really addicted to food."
Bi Yuewu turned a deaf ear to his taunts. He tapped his fingers on the chessboard a few times, planning to use his strength to retaliate against the outside world's doubts, but he soon let out a surprise.
The horizontal and vertical boundaries above are no longer the traditional pattern as usual. With Tianyuan as the boundary, the seven meridian lines above and below are all thickened. If the chess piece falls into these seven boundaries, the chessboard will make a low buzz.
It will quickly engulf the falling pieces, and a random word of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth will appear on the border.
Bi Yuewu was swallowed several times in a row. She pondered for a moment and gently plucked the warp with her fingertips. Every time she plucked it, she would listen to the lingering sound and mutter something.
"Gong, Shang, Jiao, Zheng, Yu, Wen, Wu... Wenwu lyre? The falling child becomes wood, and the wood is spring. If you are born in Shaoyang, then you have to start Zhengyu tune... Hiss, why did it become popular? No, no, no.
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Ning Yan secretly glanced at Bi Yuewu, who was talking to himself and immersed in a small game, and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up secretly. Zheng
As expected of a senior strategy team, he figured it out right away. If you throw this thing to an amateur like him who is ignorant of logic, he might not be able to figure it out in a month. Fang Keji's imagination really surprised him. He could actually think of how to use Go.
Combined with music games, the second level of inheritance is really not that easy to get.
Fortunately, he had an idea, so he didn't have to worry about the rest. Just two local martial arts skills in his head were enough for him to ponder for a while.
"You take your time and play, let's go shopping first."
Ning Yan said goodbye to Bi Yuewu and took Lu Heng with him again to go to the inner altar. Wu Qing and Wang Ren were worried that he would stab Lou Zi again, so they hurried to follow him, sandwiching him like the guardians on the left and right. p>
"Can you please stop getting so close? I'm allergic to men."
"Where do you get this bad habit from? Bear with it!"
...Zheng
When Ning Yan and his party rushed to the inner altar, the monks from Nan'an Temple were setting up the offering tables outside. Dozens of offering tables were arranged neatly, with incense, flowers, lights, fruits and other objects placed on them. They were collectively called ten offerings, which looked quite spectacular. According to the procedure of the Dharma assembly, the prayer service should be held today. Although the formal ceremony will be held after noon, many believers are kneeling on the ground early, including many people in rich and colorful clothes, doing morning prayers together with piety.
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As a result, Ning Yan and others stood there in a daze. An old monk wearing a hundred-neck robe immediately came up to him and said kindly: "This donor, would you like to offer some incense?"<
/p>
Ning Yan frowned and took two steps back: "Does the incense cost money?"
The old monk clasped his palms together and recited the Buddha's name silently, "The donor is joking, how can I charge money for the things that are offered to the Buddha?"
"Then one stick... no, four sticks, one stick for each of us."
There are many things to pay attention to when offering incense. For example, when offering incense, you should hold it up to your eyebrows to show your refuge in the Three Jewels. However, Ning Yan does not believe in these. It is not as practical for him to believe in Buddhism as it is to believe in the longevity treasury of Nan'an Temple. Sending incense is purely
Just join in the fun, bow a few times and that’s it. Zheng
After offering the incense, the old monk took a few more offering fruits from the nearby offering table and said with a smile: "I am happy with the merits and virtues. It is a great good deed."
Ning Yan took the fruit offering without knowing why, and saw that it was still in season tangerines. He was about to push it away when his hand suddenly stopped and hesitantly asked: "Does the fruit offering cost money?"
The old monk shook his head and said: "These fruits and melons are all donated from all over the world. They are meant to be given to lay people who are related to Buddhism. Of course, no money will be collected."
No money required?
Ning Yan was a little surprised, but seeing that the old monk was very sincere and sincere, he didn't seem to be lying. Since the other party said it was free, he was not polite. It happened that he hadn't eaten fresh fruit for some days.
Next, the old monk took him around the perimeter of the inner altar. As usual, Ning Yan would ask questions whenever he encountered new business. After getting free answers, he ate and took food all the way to experience the Zen culture.
, the two of them walked around in circles, and finally stood in front of a small altar surrounded by white flags.
"Master, this..." Zheng
The old monk said in a broad voice, "The donor does not need to ask any questions. Since he has the heart to worship the Buddha, Nan'an Temple will automatically open the door for convenience."
Ah, is that so... Before Ning Yan could react, he was helped in by the other party in a daze.
The atmosphere inside the small altar is very different from the outside world. It is very solemn and solemn. In the center are three middle-aged monks wearing Vairocana hats, holding high lions, chanting wonderful sounds. There are rows of futons under the altar.
There were more than ten people sitting scattered around. What surprised Ning Yan was that each of these people had a good level of cultivation, and some of them could not even see through him.
So many masters?
Ning Yan only took two glances and felt that the atmosphere was depressing. He was about to walk out when he was suddenly grabbed by the old monk.
"Master, is there anything else?"
The old monk stretched out five fingers and smiled: "Donor, fifty taels." Zheng
Ning Yan was immediately startled: "What fifty taels?"
The old monk pointed to a white line on the edge of the altar and said plausibly: "The Yankou ritual is being held. You need to pay to come in and watch the ceremony."
Ning Yan turned around in a daze and saw Wu Qing and three others standing outside the white line, looking at him like he was an idiot.
"You...why don't you hold me back."
Wang Ren held his forehead and sighed: "I was about to remind you, but you have already passed by. Please be more careful next time."
Wu Qing wanted to laugh but didn't dare, and echoed: "Jianghu is not as simple as you think."
The old monk couldn't control that much, so he grabbed Ning Yan's sleeve and refused to let go: "Donor, the Buddha is watching." Zheng
Ning Yan didn't know whether the Buddha was looking at him, but the noise between the two of them caused many people in the altar to turn around and look. In order not to hinder the subsequent plans, Ning Yan gritted his teeth and had no choice but to hand in the ceremony.
Fee.
The old monk hurriedly stuffed the business tickets into his sleeves, smiling almost crookedly: "Great kindness, great kindness."
After saying that, he ran away in a flash.
Wang Ren saw Zhike novice walking towards them, turned around and asked Ning Yan: "What should we do now?"
"Let's wait and see. I've already given you the money. If you don't watch, it won't be a loss. Just wait outside for me to meet."
Ning Yan waved her hands feebly, entered the venue, found an empty futon and sat down cross-legged.
...Zheng
Leaving the small altar, the old monk's pace became faster and faster. The patches on his robe fell off piece by piece, gradually revealing that the lower head was covered with color, but it was a golden Seven Treasures cassock.
Whoa!
As soon as his cassock was rolled up, the old monk's whole appearance changed in an instant. His originally skinny and terrifying face became extremely handsome, with two flying cloud eyebrows going straight into his temples, and his lips were actually lit with rouge. There was something unspeakably evil about it.
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He lowered his head to look at the hand that had just grabbed Ning Yan, and suddenly put it under his nose and took a deep, greedy breath. A perverted flush suddenly appeared on his cheeks, and his eyes slowly closed, as if he was experiencing the rare afterglow.
Even his voice was trembling: "The calamity of the devil's heart... Oh, great kindness! Great kindness!"