Chapter 938: Long Blessed Ancestor (54)
The God of the Four Seasons quickly ran away as soon as he received the amnesty. He secretly said that he was in bad luck after leaving the palace.
"How come the human world has changed so much... No wonder the divine power has been slightly reduced recently..."
I thought it was because there were too many immortal lovers.
The disciples were waiting outside. When they saw the God of the Four Seasons coming out, they hurriedly stepped forward to serve him.
"Master..."
"Don't call me Master. I asked you to report everything about the human world to me. Why haven't I received any news?"
The four apprentices were at a loss.
"We...you have been in seclusion for so long. We would like to say that we can't find you..."
"Shut up! How can you sit on the throne of the Four Gods of Wind, Rain, Thunder and Lightning without me? 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 few offerings from the human world, our divine power will also weaken. Did you know?!"
"What should we do, Master?"
The God of Four Seasons calmed down a little, stroking his beard and thinking carefully, then nodded calmly.
"It's not completely helpless. The reason why the human race no longer worships the gods is because the weather is good all year round, with few droughts or floods, and the grain harvests are abundant. The life is so happy that these white-eyed wolves have forgotten who gave them the favor!"
When Fengshen heard this, his eyes rolled and he immediately realized what the Four Seasons God meant.
"Master, what do you mean..."
"Go talk to the Water God and the Fire God, and teach the humans what to do next."
After the Four Seasons God finished speaking, he was about to leave, but at the end he remembered something. "By the way, the God calls you over. Do you know what to say and what not to say then?"
"Clearly clear."
"Okay, go quickly, don't let the god wait too long."
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The six realms are bustling, and the realms of gods and immortals are no different.
But the nine heavens above are truly peaceful and silent. Every day when everything is silent at the turn of day and night, there is no natural sound in my ears. If I stay here for a long time, even my breathing will slow down.
The ancestor came out of seclusion this time and has not been in seclusion for some days.
The two children resumed their homework during the day. After getting up in the morning, they went to the Dharma Hall to serve their ancestors, chant sutras, and practice.
The interior of the Dharma Hall is quiet and yellow, with simple decoration. On the wall facing the door is a picture of the Buddha subduing the dragon. The white-haired Buddha, the former master of the Dharma Hall, is now the master of the Dharma Hall. , the person sitting cross-legged in this hall has become the ancestor of Dharma and Buddha. The painting in front of him has not changed, and the golden tripod under the painting has also not changed.
Next to the golden tripod is a low small table, with a pair of incense burners placed on the table. Purple smoke curls up from the burners, filling the room with an elegant and delicate fragrance.
Today, the ancestor is still sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus without moving at all. The golden lotus is the ancestor's natal magical weapon. It could teleport thousands of miles back then, but now the ancestor cannot retreat. This magical weapon has replaced the futon and bloomed. At this time, the golden petals will emit a soft light, and the ancestor in a silver-white robe will sit in the air, with long eyelashes drooping, and the hands hanging on the chest are as long as bamboo and as white as jade.
After entering the door, the child quietly sat down on both sides of the golden lotus. He opened the two scriptures in front of him and copied them while reading silently. After copying a book three times, the ancestor would check it.
Day after day, the children seemed to be serving a Buddha statue that was silent and motionless. The ancestor rarely spoke and rarely left the Dharma Hall. However, he did not have many requirements for the two of them. He chose to summon the immortals back then. As a child, I had only one requirement, and that was to be quiet.
The children held their breath and concentrated on copying the scriptures. After finishing the last word for the third time, the ancestor's quiet and elegant voice slowly came out.
"Do you know what it means?"
(End of chapter)