With the support of the court, Zheng was worshipping Buddhism and suppressing Taoism. There were almost no other religions except Buddhism and Taoism. However, hundreds of tribes lived in Huazhou, and the proportion of Zheng people was only half. Hu Shangshe brought the Ilan Buddhism and Bishops to Huazhou, and even the Saduism in the Northern Desert had believers here.

The festival day is a good opportunity for preaching for major sects. You can see bald monks begging for the streets and alleys, Taoist priests wearing yellow robes and swords carrying, missionaries wearing white sacrificial clothes, and even divine masters wearing deer antlers and masks preaching to interested people.

Not far from the Xicheng Gate, there is a five-acre empty field, which is where the soldiers train on weekdays. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, it was set up as a venue for jugglers to perform art. The empty field was crowded with monkeys in the Central Plains, fire-breathing in the Western Regions, martial arts and medicine, rod-climbing snakes, raps and jokes, and puppet shows. It formed dozens of circles of all sizes, and burst out from time to time, which made the children excited and got here and then ran there.

A circle a little far from the city gate is taking place, a puppet show where the gods worship the Heavenly Lord. With the help of the cloud and fog effect simulated by fireworks, the puppets are like real gods and demons in the swallowing clouds and spitting mist, which has attracted many ordinary people to kneel down and pray to the Heavenly Lord in the play.

With a thunderous sound, a strong wind swept through, the smoke and mist dissipated, and an old voice sang: "All believers, the Heavenly Lord returns to the palace, the gods retreat, peace, blessings and longevity, everything is appropriate." The old Taoist who spoke tied his hair and tied his bun, wore a lotus Taoist temple, his hair was like snow in the three winters, his eyebrows were like frost in the nine months, but his face was rosy, like a baby, wearing a yellow Taoist robe, with a boat-shaped cloud boot, and holding a whisk in his hand, it was like a god descending to earth.

The old Taoist swung the whisk in his hand, recited the Dharma name "Wuliang Tianzun" and said, "Mid-Autumn Festival in August is the year of Taiyin's year of the Yuan Dynasty. When all the believers return home, they may as well write the words "The Queen of Taiyin in the Moon Palace" with yellow cards. Place seven oil lamps under the tablets, and bow to the west at the beginning of Hai to protect the safety of the family and increase the longevity."

The people watching the show thanked the old gods one after another. There were people who didn't believe in the crowd and sneered: "All nonsense is there, where does the Taiyin Chaoyuan come from, pretending to be a god or a ghost."

The old Taoist looked at the voice, but it was a young scholar. He held a folding fan in his hand and looked at him with a proud look. The old Taoist smiled slightly and said, "Wuliang Tianzun, this donor, you don't believe it. Why bother to collide with the gods? Be careful that disaster will come out of your mouth, which will make Taiyin Star Lord dislike it and cause a quarrel."

The scholar said proudly: "I don't say anything but the power of the gods. I want to see how the Taiyin Star Lord blames me."

There were several disciples around the old Taoist who were cleaning up the puppets. One of the middle-aged Taoist priests straightened their waists and flicked their fingers slightly at the scholar's waist while the person was not prepared. A wisp of finger wind was placed on the scholar's waist in the air.

The scholar danced with folding fans and spitted everywhere, but his eyes were slanted to the girls not far away. Seeing the girls covering their faces with round fans and pointing at him with a smile, the scholar became more and more vigorous. He suddenly felt a cold and soreness on his waist. Then he couldn't straighten his waist and fell softly to the ground.

The crowd was in a panic, and moved away like avoiding the plague, for fear of being infected with the scholar's bad luck. The scholar struggled and lay weakly on the ground. He was frightened and frightened and shouted in panic: "Help, Immortal, save me, Immortal, save me quickly."

"This kid was stubborn just now and said nothing of no gods, it's really a world

", "I just said that I wanted a few lamps, and I asked the whole family to worship me at night." "This kid belongs to the old Lu family. After studying for two years, I don't know the world is high and the earth is retribution." "Old god, young people don't know the importance of the matter. You should give up your hands and save him."

The crowd said everything, and the people next to him were also alarmed, surrounded him and watched the fun, asking for something happened.

The old Taoist signaled his disciple to help the scholar up, and brought him to the front, smiling and said, "You are a scholar. Since you know that your son does not speak strange powers and makes trouble, you should know that there is another saying, "Respect ghosts and gods and stay away from them." Whether you believe it or not, you should be respectful of the gods. How can you speak lies in public?"

There was a whisper in the crowd. The scholar trembled all over and said tremblingly: "You know you are wrong. Please ask the old god to save my life. I will thank the old god heavily."

The old Taoist sighed: "This matter has arisen because of my destiny. I cannot stand by death and refuse to save me. I don't need your thanks. As long as you are afraid in the future, thank the gods."

"Sure, certain", Shusheng Lu tilted his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

The old Taoist shook the whisk in his hand and counted: "There is a god three feet high. When you were talking just now, I don't know which god you bump into. I wait for me to burn incense and bow to you, please spare me. Disciples, burn incense."

The three incense lines were lit and inserted into the copper incense burner. It was strange that the cigarettes were straight and did not dissipate, like three straight lines rising straight into the sky. A strange fragrance made people intoxicated, and it felt like they were floating and flying.

Everyone was surprised, widened their eyes and looked at everything that happened in front of them. The smoke rose again, and the old Taoist bowed gracefully, and he was chanting some Taoist songs. He heard it in everyone's ears like a whisper of a god, and he felt awe. Lu Shusheng knelt behind the old Taoist with the support of the two Taoists, and did not dare to show his might, for fear of rushing to the god.

The middle-aged Taoist priest was Yang Siqi, who was holding Lu Shusheng behind his back and laughed in his heart. Uncle Danyuanzi was used to pretending to be a ghost. No wonder Uncle Liu sent him to lead a team to the Ye Mansion to act according to the opportunity.

Looking at the incense, Yang Siqi felt a little heartbroken. This incense is not an ordinary thing. It is the absent-minded fragrance produced by the secret island of Yuantian Sect. It is made of ambergris as the main material and blended with the unique golden butterfly flower stamens on the island. It can make you feel your heart sensation, remember the past, and see illusions.

The rich fragrance came from the nose. Yang Siqi didn't check for a moment, and his mind suddenly became clear. Master Liu appeared in front of him, and a sigh sounded again in his ears, "The heaven's calculations are not as good as the human calculations. You can't blame you for the failure to destroy the military farm. Siqi, you don't have to blame yourself too much. Instead, you said that entering the realm of refining the spirit and returning to the emptiness is a happy event. I am old, and it depends on your generation to revitalize the great cause of Yuantian."

Yang Siqi looked at the old man in front of him with heartache. When he was a child, he studied literature with him. His name was still what he chose. Master Liu worked hard for the Yuantian Sect. In the past two years, his hair and beard have all turned white. In addition, since the Qingshan Shui Village, he has suffered many disadvantages. The older generation of brothers passed away one after another, which was a heavy blow to him. He had never seen Master Liu so depressed, and every wrinkle on his face was exhausted.

"It is like the law and order of the Supreme Emperor Laojun." Dan Yuanzi woke up Yang Siqi with a sharp shout, and he exhaled the true energy in his hand, rinsing away the silt on Lu Shusheng's waist.

Shusheng Lu felt a heat on his waist, and his soft waist suddenly felt strong. He thrust hard and straightened his body.

With Yang Siqi's hand in hand, Shusheng Lu stood up, twisted his waist twice, and found that it was completely unhindered. He cheered in surprise: "Okay, it's okay, thank you for the old god."

"It won't be fake, it's fine so soon. I thought I'd be lying in bed for at least a few days."

"No, how can the gods make a move? Besides, I know the one with the surname Lu, and I live in the south of the city and will never make a false statement."

Dan Yuanzi looked at Lu Shusheng who kept bowing to him and smiled gently, "No need to thank me, I must be careful this year."

"Yes, yes, yes", Shusheng Lu thanked him so much that he didn't dare to stay too long, so he got out of the crowd and left.

This miraculous change surprised the people watching. Someone "punched" and said, "Old God, my back often hurts unbearable. Please save me."

"Pu" and immediately knelt on the ground. Some people asked Dan Yuanzi to cure diseases and eliminate disasters, some asked him to exorcise evil spirits, and some asked him to save his soul.

As expected, Dan Yuanzi smiled and said, "Please get up. Just now, it just happened that the gods were generous and released that scholar. I have no contribution."

The more they said this, the more the common people believed that the person in front of them was a living god, and kowtowed and mourned. Dan Yuanzi turned around, closed his eyes slightly, and ignored them. The more the people's mourning voices were, and they knelt forward impatiently, holding Dan Yuanzi's Taoist robe and refused to let go.

Another man dressed in Taoism bowed and said, "Master, you often say that those who practice Taoism should be kind and save the world and save people. These people are really pitiful, so you can help them."

If you want to say something, you have discussed it in advance. Yang Siqi scolded: "Junior brother, the master will take us to travel. It is not a big problem to cast spells to play in the world. If you don't control it, wouldn't it delay the master's cultivation? What would it do to affect the master's ascension to the Tao?"

The common people heard that the old Taoist in front of him was a living god, but he only brought his disciples to play in the world occasionally. How could such a living god be missed? Someone shouted loudly: "Old God, we are willing to raise money to build a Taoist temple and sincerely respect the Tao. I hope that the old god will see our pious hearts, express more compassion, and stay in the world for more days."

Dan Yuanzi sighed to the sky and said, "All troubles are forcing me to come forward. No wonder I am uneasy in the center of the deep mountains. It seems that I can't escape this disaster. For a moment, I stay here for three years, and then calm down and ascend to the sky after the worldly relationship."

When the common people heard that the old god was willing to stay, they knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and they all smiled happily.

Dan Yuanzi said: "Donors, please get up, there is no need to kneel down. I and my donors made three rules in advance. First, I and my disciples temporarily live in Jinxia Cave of Cangzhu Mountain, south of Huiye Mansion. There is no need to build Taoist temples, nor do you need to give alms of money and food. There is no need to worry about anything. Second, whether it is to cure diseases and eliminate disasters or drive away evil spirits and catch ghosts, I only take action three times a month, which is too many times more than my Tao's practice is not conducive. I hope the donors will understand that I will ask my disciples to issue three Taoist plaques and wait at the end of every tenth of every tenth. Third, if you are sincere, you will teach some scriptures to the donors to recite, which can drive away evil spirits and devils, and it will be easier to ascend. These three points are strictly observed, otherwise I will not blame me for leaving without saying goodbye."
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