The pain started in the thumb and traveled down the palms, wrists, arms, and to the chest and back. The pain was clear, like a blade cutting deep along the lines. He was even in a trance for a moment, and he had become a sacrifice on the sword, and he was being cut piece by piece.

"The aura grows from within, echoing the external heavens, and it may be a little painful. He remembered Uncle Huangfu's meaningful smile, which was a little painful as if it was broken down by Ku Ding.

The pain continued to stretch all over the body.

Where is the aura?

The magic disc and lightning strike wood have melted into iron juice and are applied to the thumb, and it is impossible to break free. A feeling of being cut by a red-hot blade, cut very finely, very deeply.

The cold sweat had gradually soaked Duanmuxu's green shirt, but fortunately, the little eunuchs and others on patrol had long since stopped paying attention to these people and animals who were lying on the ground, and they had to chat privately.

The pain deepened, but after all, it did not disrupt the recitation of the scriptures in Duanmu Xu's heart, and it should be in harmony with the "Cloud Gate Chapter" that came from outside the hall.

"Travelers, be prepared. The introspective takes the body. ”

"Look inside the mind, but the mind has no mind. The appearance is its shape, and the shape is not its shape. Looking at things from afar, there is nothing in them. ”

"Watching the sky is also empty, and there is nothing empty. There is nothing, nothing and nothing. ”

Duanmu Xu even had some doubts about whether he could hold on, his body was already trembling slightly involuntarily due to the pain, and it was difficult not to attract attention if he went on like this.

How can people feel like they hurt so much?

Coma, or madness?

Fortunately, Duanmu does not need to choose between these two paths.

"Don't be confused, don't be confused, everything will be cleared. Don't be frightened, don't be frightened, all things will take care of themselves", reciting here, the heart is as calm as water, no pain, no anxiety.

Every inch of pain becomes where the strength and vitality are in an instant. Just like the long-drought farmland, the dry cracks ushered in the arrival of nectar, and the deep nourishment gave birth to new vitality.

Break and then stand, Xiao Yu is reborn.

There is vitality coming from all around, and there is aura coming from afar. It's like a hundred rivers entering the sea, and ten thousand horses returning to the dynasty.

At the beginning of the final dedication, the music played the "Chapter of Cloud Dispersion", which has arrived at the emergency part of the sacrificial music.

There was the footsteps of the little eunuch hurrying to the door, and the sacrifice was still going on, and the dense dark clouds came too inappropriately.

Duanmu Xu took the opportunity to take the "Turtle Breath Pill", thinking that he would be able to sleep comfortably next, and during this period of time, he was all trembling and worried, for fear that there would be a little mistake and some branches.

The eyelids gradually became like a thick city gate, and they could no longer be opened, and they no longer cared whether the earth would be turned upside down outside.

The dark clouds are like a cover, and the thunder and lightning fall suddenly, which can't disturb Duanmuxu's dream.

A corner of the imperial dome collapsed under the thunder and lightning, the little eunuch in the hall panicked, and the Shaoqing of Taichang Temple outside the hall was anxious, the sacrifice was not finished, and the thunderstorm was coming. They were anxious about how to complete the sacrifice in the altar.

At this time, in the apse of the Taimiao, the great teachers were anxious about the spirit behind the Holy Spirit Gate.

At the end of the dedication, the food was withdrawn, and the "Yunshu Chapter" was played.

The clouds came lower, and thunder and lightning fell more frequently.

The rain came as scheduled, like a pour, like a pour. From the eleven-ridged beasts on the ridge of the apse, gathered into the glazed tile trough, the rain flowed, rushed out of the cornice, rushed to the eaves ditch on the ground, and broke into a big splash, and before they could enjoy the moment of success, they were washed away by the eaves washed down from above, and splashed another splash.

The water splash bloomed along the drip line of the eaves, blooming all over the red wall and yellow tiles, and the big water splashes and small water splashes bloomed one after another, but they failed to come to Zhao Tianyin and Huang Fuzhong.

The canopy was opened, and Zhao Tianyin was not afraid of these wind and rain, the only worry was whether these wind and rain would interfere with the people behind the Holy Spirit Gate. The emperor was heavy but did not hold an umbrella, and the top of his head was full of water, and his expression was solemn.

The rain has not stopped, and the sacrifices have not stopped. The god has been sent, and the hope is to begin, and the music plays the "Chapter of Cloud Annihilation".

The gold and silver foils bloomed one by one under the umbrella of Luo. Under the dark clouds, beside the dense splashes of water, the color of gold and silver evolved into a dazzling fiery yellow, and clusters swayed under the umbrella.

The gold and silver foil burned to ashes, and the jumping fireworks were extinguished. The wind and rain continued, but the splash continued. The "Chapter of Cloud Annihilation" was also played.

There is no sound of music, only the sound of wind and rain.

Zhao Tianyin looked at the emperor in the dense water spray through the messy rainwater curtain in front of the canopy, and asked expectantly, "Cheng?"

"Unknown. Huang Fuzhong did not come close to reply, but still stood straight in place, letting the water splash around him.

"When will I know?" Zhao Tianyin was a little anxious and asked.

"It should be clear in three days. ”

"There is labor. ”

The sacrifice was finished, the royal chariot returned, and the crowd dispersed. Under the dark clouds, among the splashes, only the patch is as old as before.

......

Eventually, the clouds will disperse and the showers will stop.

In the apse of the Taimiao, the great master is guarding alone, and what he can do is wait. But Li Mu, the commander of the Zhenfu Division, couldn't wait, and when the rain didn't stop, he had already ridden the snow dragon fast horse and rushed to the western suburbs, followed by a group of elites of the Zhenfu Division, to detect the fluctuations in the clouds that the national teacher said.

The rain was pouring down, and the horses' hooves were urgent.

The western suburbs are approaching, and the clouds are like ink.

Li Mu looked up not far away, and Juetai Temple was still crowded in the smoke and rain. From the mountain gate all the way in, pilgrims are in an endless stream, and umbrellas are clustered.

Could this cloud anomaly be here? Doubts arose in his heart, so Li Mu left his horses at Xiematai and led everyone to Juetai Temple with a quick pace. There is an urgent order of the emperor, so he naturally can't care about the rules and regulations in the pure place of Buddhism, and he is cautious in his words and deeds.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, the rain gradually stopped, Li Mu and the others had passed through the Zhaotai Gate, and crowded from the crowd to the open courtyard in front of the Heavenly King Palace.

Surrounded by pilgrims, Master Fa Yin sat on the central pulpit, but instead of sitting on a futon, he sat on a wooden frame. The wooden frame was more than a man high, and under it were firewood piles and haystacks, with one or two burn marks.

Master Fayin's voice was unhurried, "If the law is not born, it will not be extinguished now." Life and death are two, and one is born together. When the believers heard this, whether they felt it or not, they frequently bowed their heads. The Vena in the temple sang, "The Dharma King Dharma is the truth, and the Dharma King Dharma is like this." The Ascension Puja is over. The sound of a large chime sounded, which was quite deafening.

At the end of the puja, these pilgrims may not have realized the high meaning, or they may have been inspired, and they all reluctantly retreated. On the way out, some people couldn't help but sigh, "Master Fayin, he is really noble in virtue and spiritual." ”

Li Mu didn't move, and his subordinates stopped a few pilgrims and inquired. He just paid attention to Master Fa Yin, who was still sitting on the pulpit, a famous monk who moved the world, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, patiently watching the pilgrims go away, not sad or happy, as if he was not in this turmoil and world.

On the wooden frame, Master Fa Yin bowed slightly, which could be regarded as a response to Li Mu's gaze.

Not long after, a subordinate reported, "Today is the Dharma meeting for Master Fayin's ascension, and before the lecture, the master made a vow, willing to cross his own body and sentient beings, and overcome all the sufferings and hardships." If it violates the original intention, the firewood will not be extinguished. If the will of heaven is granted, the fire will be extinguished. Soon after the master ascended the altar to give a lecture, he set fire to the haystack under him. ”

Hearing this, Li Mu's eyes condensed slightly, the master really created a god, or did the heavens sympathize with his compassion, what does this have to do with the fluctuations in the clouds?

"No sooner had the haystack been lit," said the subordinate, "than dark clouds gathered and rain fell, and all of them were extinguished. ”

When replying, this group of elites of the Zhenfu Division, who were alone in the Great Constitutional State and only acted according to the emperor's edict, unconsciously glanced at Master Fayin on the high platform.

After a short stop, Li Mu and the others left the Juetai Temple, rode away quickly, and rushed to the rear of the Juetai Temple. If it has nothing to do with Juetai Temple, then where do the fluctuations in the clouds come from? Over the years, although he Li Mu has only listened to the emperor's edict, he has always believed in the judgment of the national teacher.