The fool has become a spirit, and she can speak

Nosy Cheng Youning asked, "Yuhua, what happened to you?"

"Don't ask me anything, kid. Those are my pain points. But I haven't eaten vegetarian food yet. I don't know if the vegetarian food in Lingchen Temple is delicious?"

Shang Xi said: "Then wait until the prayer is over, and then we will go to have a vegetarian meal. My mother-in-law is helping out at Lingchen Temple."

"Why did Madam Wan go there to help?"

Shang Xi whispered, "All the monks in the temple have come out to perform rituals. How many monks are left in the temple to cook? My mother-in-law doesn't like this kind of crowded scene, but she is devoted to Buddhism, so she took the cook in the mansion to Lingchen Temple to help before dawn."

Yuhua whispered, "Then the vegetarian meal is not authentic."

"What's wrong with this? It's all made according to the recipe of Lingchen Temple, and there's nothing wrong with it."

"No, I mean, wouldn't it lack the aroma of incense?"

Shang Xi couldn't help but stretch out her hand and fan her nose and mouth, "This place is filled with incense, are you missing the smell of incense? As long as you eat vegetarian food in the temple, the taste will be different."

Yuhua asked: "Is it true?"

Shang Xi suppressed a laugh and said, "Of course it's true. I've eaten vegetarian food many times, and they all smell like incense."

Yuhua asked again: "Is the vegetarian food delicious?"

At this time, Han Nianxia couldn't help but say, "Yuhua, vegetarian food is just vegetarian food. No matter how delicious it is, it can't be as delicious as meat and fish! If you want to eat delicious food, I advise you not to eat vegetarian food. People who sincerely eat vegetarian food have a belief and a feeling. It's not for the smell or for the feeling of being full. But I can't explain it clearly. Anyway, it's not something that a fake believer like you can understand."

Yuhua said, "Miss Nianxia, ​​although I don't quite understand what you are saying, I think you really do understand."

Han Nianxia said: "My mother burns incense and worships Buddha all day long. I have been influenced by her since I was a child. I understand everything. Oh, how long do we have to stand here? When will it be Sishi? My legs are almost straightened."

Shang Xi said: "If you are tired, go out first and come back when it starts."

Han Nianxia looked around and said, "If I go out, I won't be able to come back in soon. I'd better endure it. It's said to be a rare spectacle in a hundred years. Otherwise, why are all these people from far and near coming here?"

Master Daoqing was giving a lecture on the stage, and a few of them were chatting quietly below, so before they felt bored, the auspicious time for praying had arrived.

Suddenly, there was a commotion and cheers from the crowd. Everyone looked in that direction. It turned out to be Wan Lianxing. He wore a silver crown, a silver robe, a pair of silver boots, and a folding fan in his hand. He had a warm smile on his face, which made people feel like they were in the spring breeze. Following him were his entourage.

He walked slowly to the platform and bowed to Daoqing first. Everyone knew that Wan Lianxing respected Buddhism, so at this moment, Wan Lianxing was like a devout believer. No one could do better than him. Then Master Daoqing put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

Then Master Daoqing invited Wan Lianxing to sit down in the seat where he had just sat. Wan Lianxing sat upright, facing the world. He was radiant and shining under the sun, as if he was about to glow. It's hard to describe how many people liked him like this.

At this time, Master Daoqing led five hundred monks to kneel on the ground, kowtowed to Wan Lianxing first, and then recited a passage of scriptures. After reciting the scriptures, he picked up the pre-prepared table and read it loudly to Wan Lianxing: "I believe that the city is strong and the country is peaceful, relying on the divine light to protect the children. The city god is solid and peaceful, relying on the saintly enlightenment to protect the people. Daoqing, the 58th generation disciple of Lingchen Temple, represents the people of Fengying, flatters the city god, protects the country and the people. Enforces good and evil, and the judiciary is impartial..."

Shang Xi was very confused. She asked Cheng Youning and Qiao Rong: "Was it the same way to pray for rain that year? Wasn't it the Marquis who stood in the center of the altar holding a watch and chanting? Why did it take Master Daoqing this year? Who is praying now?" She suspected that the ritual was reversed.

Cheng Youning looked up at the podium and made a gesture to keep his voice down. Shang Xi felt embarrassed to say anything seeing Cheng Youning was listening so seriously. It was such a solemn ceremony, everyone was staring at the stage with admiration, no one was whispering, and she didn't want to say anything either. She still had some self-awareness and quality.

When Master Daoqing finished reading the watch in his hand and kowtowed to Wan Lianxing again, Wan Lianxing's face suddenly turned golden and his whole body was enveloped in golden light. The gold was so bright and shining that it almost blinded everyone's eyes.

Because the sun was so bright today, it was blinding even before noon. Shang Xi thought it was because of the crowds and the heat that made her faint, so she rubbed her eyes. However, the exclamations and the sounds of people kneeling down to pray for blessings around her confirmed that she was not mistaken. Wan Lianxing on the high platform was shining with golden light, which was blinding.

Just when Shang Xi reached out to touch Cheng Youning, she found that her son had disappeared. Only Qiao Rong was kneeling on the ground devoutly, muttering words of blessing.

Shang Xi turned around and saw that the people were kneeling down, even the women who came with them were kneeling on the ground with solemn expressions.

Shang Xi looked up at the platform at a loss. Suddenly, a fire dragon appeared in the sky behind Wan Lianxing. A piece of golden silk cloth was thrown out of the dragon's mouth. On the silk cloth were written three big blood-red characters: King Shuiyong.

The piece of silk cloth hovered in the air for only a moment before it caught fire and instantly disappeared into the air. However, this brief moment was enough for everyone to recognize the words. Although most people in the audience were illiterate, everyone knew the words "Shui Yong Wang" because every household had a sacrificial tablet for the "Shui Yong God" Wan Lianxing.

There was a cry of surprise from the audience, and the Dharma Master Daoqing on the stage also cried out in surprise, and then shouted loudly: "The true dragon emperor has appeared in the world, and the King Shuiyong has been sent down from heaven. This is a blessing for Fengying and the people. Please accept the worship of the people of Fengying, King Shuiyong. Long live King Shuiyong."

All the people knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: "Long live King Shuiyong! Long live King Shuiyong!..."

The voices became louder and louder. Shang Xi quickly knelt on the ground and lowered her head very low.

After an unknown amount of time, Wan Lianxing suddenly spoke: "All beings are equal, please stand up."

But no one dared to get up.

Suddenly, the golden light on Wan Lianxing's body disappeared, and a team of guards came up and took him away.

Master Daoqing and five hundred holy monks stayed behind and said, "Farewell, King Shuiyong. Long live King Shuiyong!"

The people followed suit: "Farewell to King Shuiyong, long live King Shuiyong!"