Lanke Chess Edge

The first day of the ceremony did not start smoothly, and hundreds of people disappeared out of thin air. For the officials in charge of the ceremony, although they managed to get by in front of the emperor, there must be no mistakes in the next few days.

Fortunately, the venues of those deputy dharma platforms are not high, and many of them are still in the spacious halls, so the variables should be smaller.

The management of these mages is actually relatively loose. Although they are all counted in the register, they have not restricted any personal freedom. If some of the mages should arrive before the start of the magic ceremony but do not arrive, they will be regarded as abstentions.

That's right, it's obviously a ceremony for praying for blessings and eliminating disasters, but it has a certain nature of competition and selection. After all, Emperor Yuande wants to select a master to be canonized.

But after all, it is a water and land ceremony, so the so-called competition cannot be a fight, so how to reveal one's own specialness and how to show that one is "higher" than others during this period is also a matter of knowledge.

After the rain stopped, the remaining mages followed the arrangement of the court and returned to the post house one after another.

When everyone else was about to walk, a young monk holding a Zen stick stood in front of the steps of the altar, looking at the entire altar with a solemn expression.

The monk has red lips and white teeth. His face is like suet but not feminine. He is wearing a cassock and a bamboo hat. His posture is as straight as a Zen staff in his hand.

"Excellent Great Ming King Buddha..."

"The master is born with a good skin!"

The voice beside him sounded so suddenly that the monk couldn't help shaking his body. Although the voice was neutral and gentle, it came too suddenly.

Ji Yuan had already stood beside the young monk at some point, and was speaking with a smile. The startled reaction of the monk was somewhat unexpected and interesting.

The monk looked at Ji Yuan on the side, and also performed a Buddhist ceremony.

"The benefactor also said, it's just a skin, no need for appearance."

"Well, but the skin has reached the level of the master, and it is hard to make people look different, but it is also a kind of look."

Ji Yuan bowed his hand and bowed back, casually said a certain theory involving the Internet in his previous life, but it was actually an expression of his true feelings. After all, it is too far-fetched for a person to grow up to be like this monk.

The monk was stunned for a moment, and returned to Ji Yuan again.

"Excellent Great Ming King Buddha! The benefactor can see and see through. It is a little monk's appearance."

The clouds in the sky have almost dispersed at this time, and the sun is shining on the land of Gyeonggi Province again. Ji Yuan looked around, and some pedestrians have appeared one after another, and some have heard or seen the Fatai before. Something may have happened, thinking about what fun to watch.

"Why did the master come to participate in this water and land ceremony?"

Ji Yuan asked softly.

"Just pray for blessings and disaster relief!"

The monk didn't proclaim the Buddha's name, so he replied respectfully.

Ji Yuan didn't say whether he believed it or not, let alone express any opinion, but just nodded at him, then turned and left.

The monk watched Ji Yuan disappear from sight, then looked at the Dafa platform over there, wiped the sweat from the bamboo hat on his forehead, picked up his Zen staff and walked away quickly.

‘It’s better to go back to the post house where you are staying. '

. . .

During the next so-called Nine Heavens and Ten Meetings, the people of Gyeonggi Province can not only hear the sound of chanting scriptures and reciting Dharma near the various Dharma platforms of the Dharma Assembly, but also often see some mages "performing Dharma" on the street.

Because the venues of the deputy dharma platforms are not large, the remaining nine meetings are held in different locations in the capital, and different batches of mages practice the Dafa in turn, which is also convenient for some officials and officials such as subordinate masters to carefully observe each mage.

During this process, it is very important to be able to directly show one's hand at the Fa conference.

At the same time, in order to "stand out" more easily in the Water and Land Ceremony, some mages will also try their best to "unintentionally" manifest themselves in the city of Gyeonggi Prefecture.

Some people choose to cling to dignitaries during their breaks, and some choose to set up fortune-telling stalls in the busy market, and some even deliberately do some extremely weird behaviors to attract attention.

This was very fresh for Yuhuaishan monks who seldom made a trip to the mountain. Not to mention them, Ji Yuan, Laolong and the ghosts and gods in Gyeonggi Province were also watching with a spectator mentality.

The accountant Yuan was drinking tea on the window seat on the second floor of the Qingye Building, sitting across from the dragon son Yingfeng, and sitting opposite the window was the dragon girl Ying Ruoli.

Downstairs is a "Dharma booth", which was set up by an old mage with a sense of style.

The note roughly states that it can be used to test characters and fortune-telling, as well as to solve problems, and it is only for those who are destined to sit down. Can.

Anyway, it's kind of like that.

Ji Yuan just drank tea, listened to the sound of storytelling coming from the first floor, and sometimes looked outside.

"Uncle Ji, the old man down there is just a dying-looking guy, his knowledge is extremely superficial, at most he has a sense of arrogance, and he knows some martial arts and trivial skills. Why do you choose him? You can't beat my father with him!"

Finally, Longzi couldn't help asking, and Longnv also had the same expression. At first, the two of them thought that there was another hidden expert, so they patiently looked left and right, and Longzi even pretended to be After a change, I went to the booth to find out the reality, but the result was naturally disappointing.

Ji Yuan and Lao Long made a bet, and each selected one or two mages from the remaining mages to see who would stand out in the end. Long Zi and Long Nu came to join in the fun.

"Hey, the good-looking one hasn't come yet, here, it's here, pay attention."

While Ji Yuan was speaking, a woman and an honest man walked up the street below, and walked straight towards the mage's booth.

"The head of the house, this is it!"

"Oh oh oh!"

The man responded a few times, walked to the booth, looked left and right, then knelt down with a plop, and the women beside him also knelt beside him.

"Thank you Master for saving us~~~~"

The man looked dull, but his voice was not low, and the pedestrians around were startled.

The mage behind the booth immediately stood up and walked around the booth to help the two of them.

"Why do you two have to do such a big gift, please hurry up!"

"No, master, you have shown kindness to our family, and you are unwilling to accept the money brought by my mother-in-law. You can only kneel down and thank you for your gratitude!"

"How it works, how it works! Get up!"

Using the power of both hands, the master pulled a man and a woman up with a sound. The two wanted to kneel down again, but they still couldn't fight the master's strength.

Many people talked about it, wondering what the master did to make the couple so excited.

"Hey, I don't accept money, and I don't kneel down. How can we repay your kindness, master~~! Fellow folks, tell me how we can repay you!"

The busybodies who surrounded him just said something along the way.

"What did Master do for you?"

"Yeah, let's talk about it." "That's right."

Seeing that the master had already returned to the stall with a sigh and shaking his head, the man told his mother-in-law about the previous incident with emotion and how the master helped them solve their disasters. Be amazed.

In the end, the couple left with great gratitude. After more than half an hour, another old woman came to express her gratitude. She also helped out without taking money. Afterwards, a young woman came to express her gratitude. The mage only took ten copper coins. .

Looking at it in one day, when the mage withdraws the stall, in addition to simply counting a few fates for curious people, there are about four or five times when people come to express their thanks, and only once have they received money.

When the sorcerer closed the booth and left, Long Zi and Long Nu looked at each other, and the former looked at Ji Yuan.

"Uncle Ji, did I miss it?"

"Hehe, no, let's go, we haven't finished watching yet."

Ji Yuan stood up, paid the tea money directly, and led Longzi and Longnv out of the street, his figure faded as he walked, and he arrived behind a sparsely populated shack in a certain square.

"Hey, master, how is my performance?" "Not bad!"

"And me, mine!" "Here!"

"Thank you master, thank you master!"

...

When Ji Yuan arrived with Long Zi and Long Nu, what he saw were the people who had come to thank him before, taking money from the master, all of which were broken silver and Datongbao.

"That's okay?"

Long Zi stared blankly at this scene, then turned to look at Ji Yuan.

"Uncle Ji, is he trying to bully the emperor among mortals? Isn't he afraid of beheading?"

Ji Yuan smiled, left a word and turned to leave.

"It's so similar to Emperor Yuande."

Long Zi frowned and looked at Long Nu.

"Little sister, do you understand?"

Ying Ruoli also frowned and thought for a while, then looked again at the sorcerer who was taking money out of the purse, although he was very handsome, he was also skinny and old.

"Uncle Ji may be saying that this person is no longer afraid of beheading for a 'seal'."

"Uh, then our father will lose?"

Long Nu glared at Long Zi angrily.

"The one my father chose has real skills, how did he lose? I think our father is cheating when compared to Uncle Ji!"

"That's a draw!"

Long Zi smiled and turned to leave.

. . .

August 30 is the birthday of Emperor Dazhen Yuande, so this day is also Longevity Day.

The whole palace was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and there were busy palace people everywhere inside and outside the palace. The imperial dining room and some related places had been preparing for this day earlier.

On this day, the officials also tried their best to restrain themselves in the early court. If it was not very important and urgent, they would try not to report anything that made the emperor unhappy.

When the stage of discussing government affairs was over soon, all the officials in the palace became quiet.

Emperor Yuande looked at the old eunuch beside the dragon chair.

"Dharma Masters, come in."

The old eunuch bowed slightly and nodded, then took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.

"Xuan, all the masters of the Water and Land Ceremony enter the hall~~~!"

Outside the hall, there were palace people repeating it loudly.

"Xuan, all the masters of the Water and Land Ceremony enter the hall!"

After three rounds, under the watchful eyes of the officials facing the outside of the hall, a eunuch led a small group of people across the hall door and entered the main hall.

Some of the officials squinted, some smiled, some snorted coldly, and some were curious.

Among the people who came in were monks, Taoists, old and young, and even an old beggar in ragged clothes. There were as many as sixteen people in total.

The emperor squinted from above and looked down.

A group of people stood still and saluted towards the top one after another.

"See Your Majesty, Long Live Your Majesty Long Live Long Live Long Live Your Majesty!"

"Free gift!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

I have to say that upon closer inspection, all the sorcerers were energetic and calm, at least no one showed timidity. The most eye-catching one was naturally the old beggar. There was no way, he was too out of place.

"Yan Aiqing, who is the expert you strongly recommend?"

Words often come out more and more, holding Gui to salute.

"Your Majesty, this minister recommends Mr. Lu to meet the saint, this is the one!"

It was the beggar that Yan Chang pointed at, which also surprised some officials in the court who had long regarded him as a treacherous minister.

Emperor Yuande looked at Yan Chang, and then carefully sized up the beggar.

"What magical powers do you have?"

The old beggar took a step forward, not as lazy as usual, he bowed his hands to the emperor, but said something that had nothing to do with the emperor's question.

"Old beggar, on a whim, I plan to take in two apprentices. One has suffered from suffering in the world since childhood, and the other has enjoyed the glory of the world in old age. I feel that this Water and Land Ceremony may be an opportunity to ask Your Majesty if you would like to give up your school. Get off the dragon chair?"

"Bold!" "Presumptuous!"

"Mr. Lu, what nonsense are you talking about? Quickly apologize to His Majesty!"

"How dare you offend Your Majesty!"

"Rub..." "Rub..." "Rub..."...

The officials on the side glared at him, and Yan Chang was in a cold sweat. Even the mages subconsciously stayed away from the old beggar, and the Ouchi guards were even more agitated.

Sitting high on the dragon chair, Emperor Yuande suppressed his anger and asked in a cold voice.

"So you have the method of immortality?"

The old beggar frowned and shook his head after thinking about it.

"There is no way of immortality."

"So can you gain power and wealth beyond the position of the widowed son of heaven, and get the freedom beyond the ninety-five respects?"

I thought that since the old emperor was eager to seek immortality, even though it seemed inappropriate for me to ask, the other party should be serious about it, but some things went against my wishes, and this emperor seemed to tolerate even the slightest disobedience...

The old beggar's face paled.

"This kind of leisure, I'm afraid it won't work."

"Oh, if the widow gets off the dragon chair, the position of the Son of Heaven is suspended, and there is no one to deal with the country's major affairs, so what's the solution?"

The old beggar has no expression on his face.

"A country cannot be without a king for a day, and Dazhen may become the power of the sky. Naturally, he will give way to the prince, and the emperor's age has come."

Emperor Yuande glanced at the princes, his anger welled up and he thought a lot in his heart, and at this moment he laughed out of anger.

"Hehehe...hahahahaha...Yan Chang, this is the person you recommended?"

"Your Majesty! I deserve death for my crimes! I deserve death for my crimes!"

Taichang was so frightened that he fell to his knees directly, Chigui kowtowed and did not dare to get up.