Chapter nine hundred and eighty third luck is like a tide
At the old site of Xianyang Palace, there is a simple palace built urgently by the Ministry of Industry of the Western Qin Dynasty.
The simple palace covers an area of more than a hundred acres, with a square high platform in the center. On the high platform, there are six seats for one master and five guests.
As the protagonist of this feast, Zhuang Zhou is also the person with the highest status and cultivation. At this moment, he is sitting in the main seat meditating and enlightening, looking aloof and aloof from the world.
Needless to say, the five seats are reserved for Lin Ze, Lie Kou, Zhang Daoling, Taishan Shenjun, and Mo Zhai, the five heavenly beings who belong to the Dao Palace.
It's just that the five seats are empty and no one is sitting there.
The four of them, Lin Ze and Li Kou, were waiting for the heavenly beings who had arrived as scheduled.
With the high platform as the center, hundreds of seats are scattered around, with rare fruits, fragrant snacks and carefully brewed wines placed on them.
These seats were obviously prepared for the heavenly beings attending the banquet.
At this time, some heavenly beings were already sitting at the table. They closed their eyes and calmed down, waiting for the banquet to begin.
In the square in front of the simple palace, Lie Kou smiled at the three heavenly beings in front of him and said: "I am a poor Taoist Lie Kou. I am a named disciple of the Taoist Sage. On behalf of my senior brother, Sage Zhuang Zhou, I welcome the three of you who have come as invited."
The three of them looked at each other, bowed their hands and said, "It turns out that this is Zhenren Chongxu. I'm down here with Yang Jian, Zhao He, and Ye Bao, the qi practitioners from Benlei Mountain."
Lie Kou pointed to Lin Ze next to him and said with a smile: "The Dao Palace has invited many comrades this time. In order to conveniently record how many comrades there are and which comrades have come as promised, I would be sorry to bother three of the poor Taoist disciples, Lin Ze, to register with me."
I hope you three will take good care of me."
Lin Ze cooperated very well and unfolded the gold book on a high table, and echoed: "Please, three of you."
This was what Lie Kou and Lin Ze had discussed long ago. If they directly told the heavenly beings who came to attend the appointment to sign a declaration of surrender, some of their luck would be connected to the Dao Palace, and more than half of them might turn around and leave.
Even if Zhuang Zhou suppressed them with the power of a saint, he would only be able to deceive a dozen people in front of him at most, and the gods behind him would probably not even come if they get the news.
In this case, it would be fine if the banquet could not be held, and Lin Ze's plan of harvesting wool to steal luck would directly go bankrupt, along with the Tao Palace's reputation being ruined, and the world would be angry and angry.
It is not the case to use the registration name to deceive the gods who come to attend the appointment.
After all, the Golden Book of Luck comes from the secret method created by tribal leaders in ancient times, and it is an improved version that has been revised many times by Taoist saints. There are almost no people who can recognize it.
Even if there are one or two doubters, either because of the power of the Taoist palace or seeing that others have their names listed, they still cannot escape the "magic clutches".
The three of them, Yang Jian, happened to be among them. Although they found it a bit strange, considering that the Taoist Palace had been unparalleled recently and had defeated Confucianism and Buddhism one after another, this move was a bit like actively forcing heaven and humans to take sides, so it was acceptable.
Under Lin Ze's guidance, Yang Jian and the other three used the power of heaven to carve their names on the gold book.
As soon as the three of them took back the power of heaven, they felt a sense of loss for some reason, as if they had lost something.
The three of them couldn't help but look alert, staring at the golden book. However, there was no change in the golden book, just like the most ordinary roster.
What the three of them didn't notice was that the joints of a certain hand pressing on the corner of the roster turned white and even trembled a little.
The reason why there is no abnormality in the golden book is naturally because Lin Ze, the host, is suppressing it with all his strength.
Lieutenant Colonel's voice sounded at the right time: "Senior Brother Zhuang Zhou is waiting for you all in the hall. Please come in, three of you."
The three people who didn't notice anything unusual could only turn their gaze away, bowed their hands to the enemy, and strode into the simple palace.
When the three of them turned around, Lin Ze quickly put the gold book away and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Every time Lin Ze does this, it's like having an affair, which makes people feel happy, nervous and extremely exciting.
The reception lasted from Chen Shi to Si Shi. During this period, no matter how many heavenly beings were registered in the golden book, Lin Ze was not in a hurry to attract luck, but restrained himself to avoid others noticing that something was wrong.
Until the 329th heavenly being wrote his name on the golden book, Lin Ze put the golden book of luck in his arms, walked into the simple palace with satisfaction, and came to his seat.
Before sitting down, Lin Ze ordered the attendant waiting on the side: "Hurry up to the banquet."
The attendant ran outside the palace and shouted: "Your Majesty has ordered us to serve a banquet."
Hundreds of attendants, carrying wine and food, filed in from the east, west, north and south, and delivered them to each seat.
These wines and dishes are not rare things for heavenly beings, but for ordinary people, they are delicacies that they may not be able to eat in their lifetime.
The heavenly beings who came to attend the appointment will naturally not pay too much attention to the desire of words, because they know very well that when the saint opens his mouth, it is a feast.
After the wine and food were served, Lin Ze said softly to Zhuang Zhou: "Senior brother, everyone is here, and the wine and food are also served."
Zhuang Zhou, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, stood up, looked around, and said calmly: "I am deeply gratified that all of you, my colleagues, can come to the banquet."
"To show my gratification, I plan to give a sermon before talking about other things. If you are interested, you may wish to listen carefully."
The heavenly beings sitting at the banquet were immediately excited when they heard this. They had known for a long time that something like this would happen. They thought it would happen later in the banquet, but they didn't expect it to happen at the beginning.
A god with a straightforward temper raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Sage Zhuang Zhou's kindness in preaching will be unforgettable to us."
Someone praised: "He is worthy of being a newly promoted saint in tens of thousands of years. He is so generous and graceful, which is admirable."
The noise continued for a while and gradually became lower. Zhuang Zhou reached out and brushed it gently. The place became completely silent and you could hear a pin drop.
Zhuang Zhou looked indifferent and said: "Most of the Taoist friends here are in the first realm of heaven and human beings. I will tell you a story about how to realize your own great Tao, condense the seeds of the great Tao, and step into the second realm of heaven and man."
"The Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao. The so-called Tao is nothing more than seeing the clear nature of the mind and echoing the way of heaven..."
Under the influence of Zhuang Zhou's mellow preaching voice, most of the heavenly beings present gradually relaxed their minds, immersed themselves in sensing the way of heaven, and verified the truth and falsehood of what Zhuang Zhou said.
Lin Ze, who was sitting on the high platform, saw this scene and hugged his Dantian with both hands, communicating with the golden book of luck in his arms.
This was the time when the vigilance of the gods and humans present was at its lowest. If Lin Ze didn't take the opportunity to draw luck from the golden book of luck to benefit himself, he would feel sorry for the scene he had carefully planned.
A stream of luck overflowed from the golden book of luck, like a wave, and sank into the cloud of luck above Lin Ze's head.
The black color in the clouds is melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lin Ze could clearly feel that the feeling of heavy pressure was disappearing little by little, and the passage connecting to the avenue was gradually recovering.
If this rate continues, Lin Ze expects that the backlash from heaven will be eliminated soon.
And not only can he recover his cultivation, but destiny may fall on him again.