Chapter 507 Cold Prayer Festival
Dayan Qianhao's nineteenth year, he was born in Ding Mao, October 13th, the day of the zodiac signs, Xin Mao, suitable for worship, travel, and trade, and avoid breaking ground, burial, Logging.
Of course, this day is also the Cold Prayer Festival.
As a festival inherited from ancient times in the world, people often pray on this day for good weather in the coming year - but even people who do not have to work in the fields have long been accustomed to praying for peace and success on this day. As one wishes.
As an important festival between cold dew and frost, the Cold Prayer Festival also reminds people that winter is coming.
Therefore, on this day, most of the people who come to Jinchan Temple to pray have already put on winter clothes.
Yes, Jin Chan Temple has finally opened its gates to the outside world.
Although he experienced such an earth-shattering battle two days ago, even though many temple buildings in the temple collapsed, and even though most of the temple monks were injured, Huikong finally decided to open the mountain gate on the day of the Cold Prayer Festival. .
The ruined roads and temples were temporarily surrounded by rows of high fences, making it impossible to see the mess inside.
The blood mist that spread all over Jin Chan Temple has naturally been wiped clean long ago.
Even the valleys and mountain walls that were dug into deep pits during the war were temporarily planted with a large number of trees, flowers and plants, making it difficult for people to see any changes there for a while.
Therefore, people who entered Jinchan Temple from early in the morning did not notice anything strange except that the temple seemed to be surrounded by some areas that needed to be repaired.
On the contrary, most of their attention was focused on the decoration of the temple specially made for the Cold Prayer Festival.
The red silk fluttering in the temple and the colorful lanterns hanging high create a festive and festive atmosphere.
For this festival, every corner of the temple has been carefully decorated, from the mountain gate to the major halls, everything is solemn and festive.
The stone lions in front of the mountain gate have bright red ribbons tied around their necks. The trees on both sides of the tree-lined path are hung with lanterns. Under the lanterns are hung wind chimes with auspicious words written on them, such as "Longevity, longevity and health", " Good harvest" and so on.
Of course, what is more important is that prayer platforms have been added in front of each major palace, with incense burners and offerings placed on them for pilgrims to offer incense and pray for blessings.
In some corners of the temple, there are also some small altars with some special sacrificial items placed on them, such as five-color rice, which means auspiciousness.
On the Cloud-Climbing Tower, Huikong looked at all this from a distance with a calm face.
He listened to the footsteps behind him and smiled: "Donor Fu, you are here."
Fu Qingzhou took the last step and let out a breath: "Master, to be honest, your tower, why don't you consider getting an elevator like Mingjiang Pavilion? It's really tiring to climb up."
Huikong smiled softly and did not say anything, but said softly: "Come."
Fu Qingzhou curled his lips and stood beside him.
The top floor of the Cloud Climbing Tower is still in a mess, all traces of the chaotic battle between Fu Qingzhou and Yuan Zhen two days ago. Even the broken wooden pillars were not lifted up.
“Master, it’s such a mess here, why don’t we clean it up?” he asked.
Huikong smiled and said: "No need."
"Can't you?" Fu Qingzhou looked at the bustling crowd in the temple below: "Not to mention anything else, the money you collected for incense during this Cold Prayer Festival alone is It’s enough to renovate the entire temple, so there’s no need to be so frugal, right?”
“Haha, the donor is joking.”
Huikong blinked and said, “To maintain such a large temple. Of course money is necessary... Our temple still decided to open the gate during the Cold Prayer Festival, and it was true that we wanted to collect more wealth, but..."
He paused before continuing: "But it is In order to prepare the temple to be moved to the former site of Jinchan Temple.”
"Eh?!"
Fu Qingzhou was surprised: "Old site? You mean Jiangnan?"
"Yes, Dangdang Mountain in Jiangnan." Huikong smiled and said: "Now the old site of our temple There are still a few brothers staying here. After today’s Cold Prayer Festival, our temple will start this work. It may take one year or three to five years before they all return to Dangdang Mountain.”
Fu Qingzhou Zhang. He opened his mouth: "Why?"
"Haha..."
Huikong chuckled and said, "Isn't that what you said, Donor Fu? With this ability, don't think about having relations with the court or becoming bigger and stronger. Return to the mountains and forests as soon as possible and learn how to behave and do things first."
< br>Fu Qingzhou was slightly stunned: "Master, have you really listened?"
"Since the donor's words are reasonable, why can't the poor monk listen?"
Huikong's tone gradually became heavier. Come down: "The poor monk did really bad things before, causing too many innocent people to die... In the past, the poor monk only knew how to follow the temple rules, rewards and punishments, but he forgot that rules are dead, but people are alive. "
Fu Qingzhou chuckled: "Master finally realized this, it's not easy."
"Xuanxing, actually, it's not that big of a deal." Huikong looked at the sky and said leisurely: "The poor monk is just sitting in this position because he has great talent in cultivation. In fact, when it comes to being a person and doing things, he is far inferior to Patron Fu."
"Master, this is too much of a reward." Fu Qingzhou was embarrassed by the praise. He smiled and scratched his head: "How dare I accept this." "No need to be too modest."
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Huikong smiled and turned the topic to business: "During the day, there are still not many people coming to the temple to pray for blessings and sacrifices. At night, there will be even more people... Huijue With the friend of the donor..."
"Li Qing," Fu Qingzhou reminded.
"...Almsgiver Li Qing." Huikong said: "If they want to take action, I'm afraid they will have to come at night."
Fu Qingzhou smiled: "I don't think they will come."< br>
Huikong nodded slightly.
Looking at his expression, it was obvious that he thought so too.
After all, such a big thing has happened this time. If Jin Chan Temple can still let Li Qing come in and cause trouble, it will be like a plow like a plow - he can't use his strength.
But having said that, they can't really let their guard down completely.
They don’t fully know how many cards Huijue has and how many tricks he has hidden.
This is why Fu Qingzhou is coming today.
No matter what, he has to wait here to prevent anything from happening...even if there is only one chance in ten thousand, he has to guard it.
Time flies very fast. Pilgrims in Jinchan Temple come and go, but the number of people is not less at all, but more and more.
As dusk approached and night fell, many dignitaries began to arrive, as well as some concubines from the palace who were in great pomp and crowds - but of course they were not crowded. Most of these nobles were with the temple. Senior monks have appointments and have their own dedicated altars in special side halls.
"There are more and more people."
Fu Qingzhou said softly: "Master, have you noticed anything strange?"
"Nothing strange." Huikong shook his head and said : "It seems that they won't come."
"...Sigh."
Fu Qingzhou sighed.
Huikong glanced at him and said with a smile: "Donor, I'm a little disappointed."
"I can't say I'm disappointed." Fu Qingzhou said slowly: "If they come, We still have a chance to catch Hui Jue and rescue my long-lost friend; but if they don’t come, they have gone to hiding somewhere, and I am afraid they are no longer in the capital..."
I don’t know when the wind at night became colder and colder, and it even started to rain lightly.
In just a moment, the light rain turned into light snowflakes, which fell suddenly.
Seeing Xiaoxue, the pilgrims in Jinchan Temple raised their heads and smiled.
Auspicious snow heralds a good harvest. Although winter has not yet entered and it is still late autumn, light snow suddenly falls on the day of the Cold Prayer Festival, which is undoubtedly an excellent sign.
For a time, not only Jin Chan Temple, but also the streets of the capital in the distance became more lively without realizing it.
In the sky, prayer lanterns began to fly one after another.
The sky lantern is actually the Kongming lantern that Fu Qingzhou is familiar with, but there is no Kongming in this world.
More and more paper lanterns fluttered into the sky in the light snow, turning into stars in the night sky.
"Donor Fu, there is no need to be anxious."
Huikong raised his head and looked at the starry sky: "You are blessed with great luck, turning misfortunes into good fortune, and disasters into good fortune. It is not finished yet. It may not be a better arrangement."
Fu Qingzhou also raised his head and looked at the sky.
“I hope it will be as the master said.”
He said softly: "It's a pity that as soon as the matter of the Huijue Demon Monk came to an end, the danger of Wuli Village approached again..."
"Almsgiver." Huikong smiled and said: "Those who have gained the Tao will be more helpful. , You are no longer alone, so what are you afraid of?"
Hearing this, Fu Qingzhou smiled slightly: "That makes sense."
The snow is not heavy, it is just floating.
In the cold wind, he looked at the brightly lit capital, but his heart felt warm.
(End of this chapter)