The two hundred and eighty rounds

However, Qin Ying is purely "worrying about the sky" on stage, and she still has to preside over the Fa affairs, so she has no time to care about whether these three people in the audience can be together in a narrow way between the crowds. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As she looked around, there were bells and drums on both sides of the stands, and she suspected that they were all instruments borrowed from the workshop and used as ritual instruments.

If the Xuandu Guan Master knew what Qin Ying was thinking in his heart, he would definitely regret that he had called this unreliable Qin Ying to fill the scene.

It wasn't until the person in charge of the Dao knocked on the bell chime that Qin Ying turned his face, and the chaos between the spiritual platforms slowly precipitated.

Qin Ying, as the second Taoist to recite prayers, held the silk book without pressure and watched others do things.

The first and last to recite the words were all experienced and old Taoists, and Qin Ying looked like he was less than fifteen years old, so he was naturally excluded. Although she could memorize the prayers of the rituals, no one dared to value her. Being in second place can be regarded as giving her face.

After all, this Zhongyuan Festival is one of the most important festivals of the year in Taoism, and everyone must not be sloppy.

The first step of the ritual is to bow down on incense, Qin Ying listened to the Taoist with a goatee beside him read a long article, and felt that the loud voice like a bell and his thin face were very incompatible, and he had deliberately hidden it in the past few days.

The second step is still to set up the formation. The Taoist on the stage had already raised his feet with his big sleeves, Qin Ying coughed pretentiously, and the hand holding the silk book shook slightly, and read down the article that had been memorized a long time ago.

Her voice was not as loud as the Daoist just now, but she had already had many experience in reciting words, and she quickly adjusted her voice to the edge of magnetism, and she could hear it for miles in a radius with a slight expansion.

Back then, she was in Qingyang, Chengdu Mansion, Yizhou, and her words were all fake to others. In the past two years, she has presided over more than a dozen ceremonies, at least to mention praying for His Royal Highness the Prince, as well as to worship the souls of the dead before the mound, and to mention the monthly Xihua Guanzhai Jiao when she is small.

Hou Junji heard a familiar voice from the stage, and when he glanced up, he found that the shortest Taoist among them was Qin Ying. The corners of his mouth grinned, revealing a mocking arc. Because I remembered that Qin Ying was always silent every day in the court, and the appearance of the sharp teeth in the face was like two people.

He had exchanged words with Qin Ying many times, but it was the first time he had seen Qin Ying with a square face in a Taoist robe. A sense of freshness comes from the bottom of my heart.

At this time, Empress Xiao opened the corner of the curtain fence on her head with her hand, and smiled at Mei Sanniang: "Qin Ying's Taoist robe is too cold, she just bought a house and has no spare money to buy ready-to-wear clothes?" ”

Mei Sanniang looked at the source of the voice, and also smiled: "I think I forgot the burden in the car and didn't take it off, because I was only more than five feet tall, I could only hurriedly borrow the robe of the boy at the door." ”

Empress Xiao was envious: "You know Qin Ying very well. After only two years of acquaintance, the tacit understanding has reached such a point? ”

"For some reason, I think I've seen her in the past." Mei Sanniang's gaze gradually became ethereal.

Perhaps the conversation between the two of them was heard, and more and more people in the audience talked about Qin Ying, and even stretched out their hands to point at her figure.

"Qin Ying?"

"You want to call her the Lord of Xihuaguan!"

"Lord Qin Guan cured my old illness a month ago, and I am so lucky to be able to see her again today."

Qin Ying rubbed the tip of her itchy nose, stared at the steps of the person stepping on the gang without squinting, and recited sentence by sentence.

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There are also many voices under the stage of Daxingshan Temple, and it gradually surges like a tide along with Ruqi walking up a few steps.

"Why do you want to become a monk when you look so good?"

"Yo! A converted person should not speak of a mage like that. ”

"If I'm younger, I'll have to ask for his Dharma name when the Dharma is gone."

"This is the first monk of Puguang Temple."

"Then go to Puguang Temple more to incense!"

Ruqi has good hearing, so his ears have not been clean, and at this time, he is still slowly holding his majesty at the head of the honor guard, and invisibly steals the attention of many people.

The master of Daxingshan Temple probably also took into account the image of Ruqi, so he asked him to do this legal affairs. After all, this guard of honor is meant to pass through the flow of people, and Ruqi can just pass through the crowd. The temple master, he used Ruqi to play a good signboard.

If Ruqi knew that he was just a vase-like existence in the eyes of the temple master, he might scratch his head and think, now the temple master is recruiting pilgrims for the Buddhist family, and he is really doing everything.

People don't come to see what is being propagated in it, but to pay more attention to the outside. For example, appearance, clothing, Dharma music, as well as Taoist stepping gang and Buddhist flame mouth.

The flame vent gathers hungry ghosts that have been wandering around and gives them food.

Actually, the flame mouth should be made at night. However, the temple owner of Daxingshan Temple thought that there was a night ban at night, and most of the people in the capital came to the temple with their families to watch the meeting, and it was more than worth the loss to scare the children, so he decided to change the flame mouth to be released in the blue sky and daylight. Although the fireworks are not as good as the evening, they also guarantee a chance of success.

On the night of July 15, the yin qi is the heaviest of the year, and there is a 67 out of 10 chance that the mage who releases the flame will encounter a backlash, vomiting blood and internal injuries, or dying. For the safety of everyone, the temple owner's arrangement in the morning is an insurance measure.

For example, the seven stand at the front of the honor guard on the left, and the incense table where the Buddha statue is enshrined is very close. After the mage who released the flame mouth knelt down, he chanted words in his mouth, forming a harmonious music with the jingle instrument next to him.

He saw that the master took the willow branch and sprinkled some water into the air, and then took out a bowl of rice grains on the case, and threw them into the ground one by one, at first it was a little unclear, but later he saw that the smoke of the sandalwood in the furnace no longer curled up into the sky, but spiraled into various somewhat strange arcs, and burst out countless sparks visible to the naked eye, and he really realized what a flame mouth was.

At this time, the sound of the bell drum and wooden fish was loud, and even the monk with the recitation of the words on the right also opened his mouth, and the chorus had a heart-destroying effect.

Ruqi's figure trembled unconsciously, as if he was disturbed by this atmosphere.

He had never seen Yankou in the past when he was in Xuanzhong Temple in Shanxi, and his shaving master and teacher was a Taoist master, a monk who firmly believed that the Buddha could be reborn in the Pure Land. Therefore, the Xuanzhong Temple under the rule of Dao Xuan does not make a soup flame mouth.

After Ruqi arrived in Chang'an, he heard others say this profound word.

But the chance has not been enough, he has not seen the flame mouth once, and today finally fulfilled his curiosity.

Just as he watched for a moment as he watched the mage continue to feed, suddenly a gust of wind blew and extinguished the three sticks of sandalwood on the high platform like children's arms, and the smoke dispersed like ten thousand ghosts after a short gathering.

The mage was so badly wounded that he fell down. (To be continued.) )