The place where the cave will be opened on the mountain cliff has erected a tall tent barrier, the apricot yellow curtain flutters in the wind, it is eye-catching, and the tent barrier is complete with meditation group mats, incense burners, prayer flags and so on. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info There are also a few tents scattered around the apricot yellow tent, and I think there must be some official wives inside.

Feng Ling looked left and right in the car, but he couldn't find a place to get off the car. The crowd in front of him suddenly surged, and the crowd was slightly separated by a road, and a person came from it, and Feng Ling looked at it fixedly, it was Han Meng, the general beside Fu Yanyan.

Han Meng hugged her fists from afar, "Gu Niangzi is here, Du Wei ordered a certain to answer, please ask Gu Niangzi to come forward with a certain person." ”

Feng Ling jumped out of the carriage, and when he turned around, Mi Leaned his head out of the carriage, smiled meaningfully, and raised his hand to signal her to hurry up. Feng Ling stood firm and saluted Han Meng, "Please ask Captain Han to lead the way." ”

As Han Meng, Feng Ling, and Ah Qi walked along, the path that had just separated gradually closed behind them. Approaching the front of the Buddha cave, the people gradually emptied, and only a few local masters who opened the cave led their families and servants to wait there to see the demeanor of the monks.

Feng Ling caught a glimpse of a few acquaintances in a blink of an eye, and secretly said that today is a great time, and he can't skip anything, so he smiled at Captain Han: "Captain and station, a few elders over there, I have to go over to say hello." ”

Han Meng said yes with his mouth, but because of the delayed order, he didn't dare to go too far from her, so he followed her. Feng Ling stepped forward with a smile and bowed, and his mouth was even sweeter: "Uncle An is buried." ”

Two days ago, An Dalang heard that Yan Duwei had opened a cave, and when the little lady of the Gu family gave out half of his wealth, he was already like being struck by lightning, and he was forced to retire with Gu Fang before, and he regretted it. Looking at her coming now, the captain of the Chong Mansion in front of her can also see it clearly, which shows that the rumors are good.

He couldn't help but muttered to himself again, complaining that she dared to offend Liu Gongzi, who lived in the Suo family, that was leaning against the big tree of Zhichong Mansion behind him. He is sandwiched between Suo Liu and Zhechong Mansion, and he is not a person, this group of people, it is good to really stay away.

He looked at the wind spirit in his heart, and he didn't want to see him, and passed quickly. Unexpectedly, she not only saw it, but also came over to salute affectionately, teaching him to be embarrassed.

"The heart of the eldest lady and the bodhisattva, this time is immeasurable." An Dalang quickly put on a casual smile, and raised his hand to help Feng Ling, "It's not that Uncle An said that yours is not, there is such a good thing to accumulate virtue, the eldest lady should have informed us a long time ago, so that we can get married together." ”

"Where did Uncle An say, there are good things, how dare Feng Ling monopolize it alone. It's just that such a thing as opening a cave and building a Buddha also requires a chance, and it also happened that the spirit of the sect was encountered, and it should be fate. The wind spirit smiled and closed his palms on his chest: "It is about the past few days that the wind spirit has been too lucky, and the incense has not stopped on weekdays, that is, the Bodhisattva is willing to have mercy on one or two, and he has sent down the Buddha's fate so that I can accumulate some good fortune and help me overcome this difficulty." ”

The loose muscles on An Dalang's cheeks twitched a few times unconsciously, and seeing that the smile on his face was about to be unbearable, Feng Ling suddenly saluted again: "I'm afraid that the auspicious time will not be delayed, and Feng Ling will talk to Uncle An another day, so I will leave first." ”

Looking at the thin back that left under the escort of Captain Han, An Dalang felt all kinds of feelings in his heart, and for some reason, he suddenly felt that he was like a mouse caught by a cat in front of this little lady of the Tang family, and he always taught her to play with himself between applause in a few words. When I first learned that she was coming to Shazhou to take over Gu Fang, I thought that her grandmother was acting absurdly, but now that I look at it, I am confused. She actually knows how to take a dip under the big tree of Zhechong Mansion, and this alone is far better than these old Hu merchants.

Walking on the wooden plank road in front of the mountain wall, I first passed by my own Buddhist cave. Those people from their own house had already stood neatly in front of the Buddha cave, and the Buddha slave had two iron chains around his hands, pulling backwards with all his might, so that Dafu would not be too excited to pounce on the wind spirit when he saw it.

Feng Ling smiled and touched Dafu's huge head, "Wait for me here, don't bark, don't run around, and have a heavy responsibility for a while." Dafu stretched his neck and rubbed her waist a few times, whispered a few times, and then obediently lay down at the feet of the Buddha.

"There are a lot of people here, and I am optimistic about the wealth, and I will come back." Before leaving, Feng Ling commanded again, lost a look at the Buddha slave, and saw that the Buddha nodded knowingly, and then followed Han Meng quickly and went straight to the apricot yellow tent barrier.

Fu Tanyan was already standing under the tent, and when he saw the wind spirit coming, he moved the corners of his lips slightly, and the wind spirit was also full of awkwardness, and his mind was full of the oath in the pagoda that day and night, so he had to pretend to bow to him generously.

Suddenly, the golden drums of the Brahma bell sounded in unison, and several small monks came with banners, bucket tents, vases, incense burners and other magic instruments, followed by the monk of the Pufa Temple, wearing a solemn golden silk robe, holding a tin staff and pacing out in a square step.

Everyone present, including the Wind Spirit, was engrossed in searching for the famous mage from among the monks. But I saw a monk slowly walking out behind the tall Master Baku, forty or fifty years old, not tall, and even a little weak, wearing only a gray monk's robe, wearing a half-old robe.

Venerable Palku respectfully welcomed him into the tent, and when he was seated, he joined the monks in his hands and stood beside him with long prayer beads.

The Wind Spirit looked at his face curiously, read the scriptures in his mouth, and gave up after listening for a while.

She could understand the official dialect of the Central Plains, the dialect of Gaochang, Sogdian, Turkic, and even some simple pronunciations, but she could not understand a single word of the teacher's chant. I heard that the Master had been studying the scriptures in Tianzhu for 17 years, and what he recited must have been the words of Tianzhu.

She estimated that there was probably no one in the crowd under the mountain wall who could understand, and even if they could, they couldn't hear anything because they were far away. But everyone listened with bated breath, and their faces all showed the most pious yearning. The sun rose quietly, and countless streams of pure sunlight passed through the poplar forest, which turned into gold overnight, and splendidly spread on the mage's shoulders, becoming a clear and wonderful robe.

Somehow, even if she didn't understand it, just the scene in front of her could teach her to be extremely calm and relaxed, and she felt the urge to sigh.

After reciting the scriptures, the wind spirit burned incense with the breeze and Yanyan, and received blessings, and the little monk sprinkled pure water and five-colored petals to the crowd, which was considered a ceremony.

Master Baku led him to rest elsewhere, and under the apricot yellow curtains, the voices of the Pufa Temple were replaced. Feng Ling looked fixedly, and the people who were surrounded by the voices, the red-haired and white-skinned figures and danced were outstanding, and it was Suo Liangyin.

Her dancing and music are at the peak, and Shazhou can't find anyone who can beat her. She is not a dancing girl in the market, but because of her family's belief in Buddhism, every time there is a Dharma event, she will dance with the musicians to perform the sutras, which is also a kind of worship.