Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 938 Ancestor Wanfu (54)

The God of Four Seasons ran away as if he had received an amnesty, and when he left the palace, he secretly thought that he was unlucky.

"Why has this human world changed so much... No wonder the divine power has decreased a little recently..."

I thought it was because there were too many fairies.

The apprentices were waiting outside, and when they saw the God of Seasons coming out, they rushed forward to serve.

"Master..."

"Don't call me Master, I asked you to report to me everything about the human world, why haven't I received any news!"

The four apprentices were at a loss.

"We...you have been in seclusion for so long, we want to say, but we couldn't find you..."

"Shut up! Didn't you sit on the seat of the four gods of wind, rain, thunder and lightning for the teacher! Do you know how serious this is?"

The four gods of wind, rain, thunder and lightning looked at each other and shook their heads slowly.

"With so many less offerings in the human world, our divine power will also weaken, do you know?!"

"Then what should I do, Master?"

Sijishen calmed down a little, stroked his beard and thought carefully, then nodded calmly.

"It's not that there is no way out. The human race no longer enshrines the gods because the weather is good in all seasons, there are few severe droughts or floods, and the grain harvest is good. Life is happy, so that these white-eyed wolves forget who gave the favor!"

When Fengshen heard this, his eyes rolled, and he immediately realized the meaning of the Four Seasons God.

"Master, what do you mean..."

"Go and talk to the gods of water and fire, and teach the human race what to do next."

After finishing speaking, the God of Seasons was about to leave, and finally remembered something.

"By the way, the gods called you to go there. When the time comes, you will know what to say and what not to say?"

"Clear and clear."

"Okay, go, don't make the gods wait too long."

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The six worlds are full of troubles, and the two worlds of gods and immortals are not out of this custom.

But the Nine Heavens is indeed a piece of peace and silence. Every day and night when everything is silent, there is no natural sound in my ears. If you live here for a long time, even your breathing will slow down.

It has been a few days since the ancestor left the seclusion.

The two children resumed their homework during the day, and after waking up in the morning, they went to the Dharma Hall to serve the ancestors to chant scriptures and practice.

The Dharma Hall is quiet and quiet, the room temperature is yellow, and the layout is simple. On the wall facing the door is a picture of the Buddha and the Dragon. The white-haired Lord of the Dharma Hall is now , The person sitting cross-legged in this hall has become the patriarch of Fa and Buddha, the painting in front of him has not changed, and the golden tripod under the painting has not changed.

Next to the golden tripod is a low table with a pair of incense burners on it. Purple smoke curls from the stove, filling the room with an elegant and delicate fragrance.

Today, the ancestor is still sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus, the golden lotus is the ancestor's natal magic weapon, which can teleport thousands of miles back then, but now the ancestor can't retreat, this magic weapon has replaced the futon, blooming Sometimes the golden petals would emit a soft light, and the ancestor in a silver-white robe sat suspended in the air, his long eyelashes drooping, and the hands hanging on his chest were as slender as bamboo and as white as jade.

After entering the door, the little boy quietly sat down along the two sides of the golden lotus, opened the two scriptures in front of him, and read silently while copying. After copying a book three times, the ancestor would check it himself.

Day by day, the children seemed to be serving a silent Buddha statue. The patriarch seldom opened his mouth, and rarely left the Dharma hall, but he did not ask much of the two of them. There was only one requirement when I was a child, and that was quiet.

The children held their breath and concentrated on copying the scriptures, and wrote the last word for the third time, and the quiet and elegant voice of the ancestor came slowly.

"Do you know what it means?"

(End of this chapter)