After reciting the Qing Ci, Jiang Gaogong began to make gestures to pray to the gods. Zhao Ran carefully looked at his gestures and saw that he was using the Tianshi gesture. There were no mistakes in the gestures, which showed that he was very skilled in his business.
Jiang Gaogong pulled out the peach wood sword tied to his back, raised his hand and threw the talisman paper with Qing Ci written on it into the air, and suddenly struck with the sword. This was "worship". The peach wood sword pierced the Qing Ci talisman paper.
At the same moment, the talisman suddenly burst into flames. The scene was truly magical! This move was quite shocking. Although most of the hundreds of people watching the ceremony had seen it many times, they still let out exclamations of exclamation.
The Qingci talisman quickly turned into ashes, and Jiang Gaogong thrust the peach wood sword behind him with a clean and neat move. Then, he stepped forward, picked up the "Blessing and Controlling the House Saint" on the incense table, and circled it around the inner, middle,
The outer three altars are spinning.
Ma Zhili took the lead, and the Taoist boys followed closely behind, following Jiang Gaogong's steps and fighting. Zhao Ran and Zhu Meng had a good understanding of each other, and they rushed to take the lead at the same time. Unfortunately, Zhao Ran was a little faster after all, and got ahead of Zhu Meng, and Zhu Meng was almost squeezed.
He stumbled, causing Zhao Ran to snicker secretly.
Each of the six people held a magic weapon and began to fight according to the Yin Yang Bagua steps. They chanted something and sang the "House-Suppressing Mantra".
Zhao Ran held the purification bottle in his arms and followed behind him, chanting mantras and circling around the directions of the Yin and Yang Bagua. Suddenly he couldn't laugh or cry, secretly thinking that he was a department-level cadre before he traveled through time, but he didn't expect to be doing this now.
When those colleagues from the past met, would they all burst into laughter?
After going back and forth ninety-nine and eighty-one times, and singing the "House-Suppressing Curse" countless times, Jiang Gaogong finally stopped, and Zhao Ran and others quickly returned to their respective positions.
Next, the "Holy Lord Who Blessed the House" returned to his place, and several portraits of the Holy Lord enshrined on the incense table were taken out. The servants of the Dong family took them out and posted them outside the door, and then removed the outer altar and the middle altar.
Unlocking the talisman paper of Erbasu Town House - the talisman paper is a treasure of Dong's house. Several important people of the Dong family carefully lifted the inner altar and moved it to the main hall. This completed the process of unblocking the altar.
Dong's servants presented a plate of three animals and nine fruits, and placed it on the incense table in the inner altar. They lit three candles and nine incense, which was the ceremony. Jiang Gaogong led Zhao Ran and others to recite several times under the altar to send off the saints.
After the funeral ceremony of the king's death, the entire ceremony of Antu Zhaizhenzhen was completed.
The Dong family held a banquet to entertain distinguished guests from all over the place who came to watch the ceremony and congratulate them. Jiang Gaogong and other six Taoist priests who came down from the Wuji Temple naturally had good wine and food, but they were not allowed to drink with "ordinary people", so they opened a separate restaurant in the inner hall.
During this period, Dong Fanlin personally came to accompany him on several rounds. The county magistrate, county magistrate, county captain and several Jin gentry also came to pay their respects once, and they seemed very attentive and considerate.
After dinner, Jiang Gaogong was invited by Director Dong to the back house for a "talk", while Zhao Ran and the other five people were drinking tea in the hall and waiting. Fang Zhihe winked at Zhao Ran, making Zhao Ran feel uncomfortable, so he asked in a low voice:
"Senior Brother Fang, is there something wrong?"
Fang Zhihe leaned over and whispered, "Do you know what Gao Gong was doing in the back house?"
Zhao Ran said: "I don't know..." He wanted to hear Fang Zhihe's explanation, but Fang Zhihe retracted his head pretending to be mysterious and smiled without saying a word. Zhao Ran had long seen that this senior brother Fang was an extremely gossipy person——
This gossip is not that gossip. Since he likes to receive gossip and spread gossip even more, he resists asking. In the past year in the Sutra Hall, Senior Brother Fang’s favorite thing to do is to spread various kinds of gossip to the two newcomers, Zhao Ran and Zhu Meng.
No need to ask for gossip, he will tell it naturally.
Sure enough, after a while, Fang Zhihe couldn't help it anymore, leaned over and whispered: "Gao Gong went to the inner house to take over some work and earn some extra money."
Zhao Ran came to his senses and secretly guessed what kind of extravagant money Jiang Gaogong earned. Did he open a small altar alone, or start a divination class? Or pray for people? I don't know how much he could earn?
After changing two cups of tea, Jiang Gaogong finally came back, with no expression between his brows, still looking enigmatic. The Taoist boys followed Jiang Gaogong and got up and went out. Before leaving, the steward of Dongzhai sealed each of them with five taels of silver——
This is a reward of money, and it is not included in the bookkeeping, which must be entered into the public account of Wujiyuan.
This small amount of money was no longer in the eyes of Zhao Ran, who was wealthy, but when he accidentally calculated it, he couldn't help being a little shocked. As a Taoist boy who chants sutras, as long as he is excellent in his homework and remains in the first class, he can do it several times a month.
If you have the opportunity to go down the mountain for a fasting ceremony, you can easily earn two to three hundred taels a year. If you have the opportunity to conduct rituals, this amount will probably be doubled several times.
Returning to Wujiyuan in the evening, there was nothing else to do. Zhao Ran tidied up a little, brought a thin blanket, hung a hand stove around his waist, and prepared to go to the Scripture Library. It was already late winter, and although there was no risk of draft in the Scripture Library,
But it was still cold, and Zhao Ran couldn't stand it without a thin blanket and a hand stove.
He lifted the curtain and came out, only to see Zhu Meng sitting in the hall, not knowing what he was thinking. Zhao Ran ignored him and was about to push the door out, but he was stopped by Zhu Meng: "Junior Brother Zhao?"
Zhao Ran hesitated, turned around and looked at Zhu Meng, but saw Zhu Meng hesitated for a moment and said: "I'm leaving."
"Um?"
"Haha, I'm leaving..."
Zhao Ran was stunned, and after a moment he woke up, with mixed feelings in his heart: "Are you leaving?"
"Yes, let's go to Huayun Pavilion. Junior Brother Zhao, I don't know what to say. Anyway, I feel uncomfortable saying something."
"Please tell me."
"Me and Sister Wenxiu have been childhood sweethearts since childhood..."
"She is Zhou Yumo now." Zhao Ran said coldly.
"... No matter what she is now, in my eyes, she has always been Wenxiu. I just want to have a calm talk with Junior Brother Zhao, and I also hope that Junior Brother Zhao can put aside the previous unhappiness between you and me. Wenxiu and I have known each other for so many years, and I have
The understanding between her is not comparable to that of Junior Brother Zhao, and my father and Uncle Zhou are also close friends, and the elders all approve of it."
"Junior brothers, I think you have forgotten something. We are all already monks."
"Tao Sect, at least the Zhengyi Sect cannot restrain the love between men and women, right? Otherwise, why would I enter the Tao Sect?"
"Junior brothers, I envy you for having the foundation to practice Taoism, but don't you think you are wasting your talent? Having the opportunity to enter a pavilion to learn Taoism is an opportunity that lasts a lifetime? But you are obsessed with pursuing men and women.
Where does the love and the law fit in?"
"Junior brother Zhao, I always thought you had learned the Taoist scriptures, but I didn't want you to say such things. The Supreme Being forgets love, but it is not ruthless. The word love is already in the way of heaven, so how can it be ignored? As for how to get rid of it.
'Forgetting', each has its own rules and regulations, the way of heaven is ever-changing, and it depends on one mind. If one can achieve enlightenment only by being ruthless, then where can there be so many couples of monks? As for the prohibitions advocated by the Quanzhen Dharma School, they must be done without emotion.
It’s just that my time is limited and I’m afraid I might delay my practice.”
Zhao Ran was silent, and Zhu Meng continued: "I just want to say that no matter what happens with Wenxiu and I, at least I can have the opportunity to practice Taoism... To put it bluntly, ten years, twenty years, three
Ten years is meaningless. After a hundred years, Junior Brother Zhao will be nothing but dust, so what will happen to Wenxiu? That’s it for now, I hope Junior Brother Zhao will think deeply about it.”
The two of them faced each other in silence in the dim light of the oil lamp, and were speechless for a long time.
It wasn't until a crackling sound of lamp oil was heard that Zhao Ran slowly said: "I will keep your words in mind."
"I hope so."
"When are you leaving?"
"It's only been a few days... Wujiyuan has received the documents transferred from Huayun Hall. As soon as people from Huayun Hall come, I will leave Wujiyuan. Junior Brother Zhao, although I have been angry with you for a year, I have to admit that,
You are very talented, but it’s a pity... I hope you can take more care of yourself!"
Zhao Ran nodded, pushed the door open, and headed towards the Sutra Library. In the snow, he was so depressed that he wanted to scream loudly.
Thanks to yangzhigang, Shun Qi Ziran, Tinghai's Song, Nine Lives Xuanmao and other brothers for their rewards. I lost the manuscript and was in grief all afternoon. I just finished rewriting this chapter, and it's a little late. I'm sorry