The two of them walked behind the old woman, and said with their souls:

"Monks should have the integrity and courage to not be afraid of violence and power, and to move forward bravely and cut through the waves.

If you are afraid of this and that, then what is it to ask for immortals?

Don't say that the heart is unstable and the realm is difficult to improve, even if these individuals really reach the top, it is just one more villain who bullies the weak and preys on the people, and it is also the kind that makes it difficult to resist, and it is no less harmful than the tiger.

Or is this kind of person's metamorphosis the kind of person they once hated and wanted to fight?"

As he spoke, the little gray face turned slightly red, and his tail wagged around, for fear that Feng Sheng would notice something, so he directly twisted his head to the side and stopped looking at him.

...

Not long after Feng Sheng and the others walked towards the center of the village, a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties stepped into the village, and stopped at the place where Feng Sheng and the others stopped just now, talking to himself, unable to make up his mind:

"Should I go or not, a great opportunity is right in front of me?"

After some mental struggle, the middle-aged man still chose to follow.

...

And at this time in the center of the village,

A newly-built palatial and beautiful Buddhist temple stands tall, and the earth-breaking mud house on the same side is out of place, which is very strange.

The Buddhist temple is a typical altar temple palace architectural style, glazed bead tiles, marble countertops, the most conspicuous is the two stone lions in front of the door, carved lifelike, majestic and impressive.

From the Buddhist temple, a strong smell of sandalwood can be clearly smelled, and the fragrance that Feng Sheng and the others smelled when they entered this village should have wafted from here.

This sandalwood is the same and slightly different, the nose is only a slight sniff, and there is already a feeling of relaxation, obsession and intoxication, a little weird but people can't say the difference.

Entering through this gate, there is an empty playground, and in the four corners of it are placed huge altars of incense.

At this time, the Buddhist temple seemed to be holding some kind of ritual activities such as preaching scriptures, and the huge playground was crowded with thousands of villagers.

The big guys knelt on their knees and kowtowed to the closed ancestral hall in front of the playground, and there were words in their mouths, but they couldn't quite understand what they were chanting, but the piety on everyone's faces was undoubted.

It's no wonder that when Feng Sheng entered this village, he felt that there were not many people in these two or three hundred households, but they were all gathered here, which made it difficult to find.

At this time, although it is autumn, but at this point in time, the sun is still very spicy, the huge Buddhist temple, a wall that is not more than a zhang high is impossible to completely block the sun.

I don't know how long these villagers have been like this, whether it's half an hour, an hour, or a whole day?

The crows flew down the courtyard wall, their eyes lit up as if they saw an inexhaustible delicacy, but no one fell down and could not enjoy it, and watched blankly, waiting impatiently for a terrible cry to come out, and it was incessant and annoying.

I don't know if I was stimulated by these annoying crows in the Buddhist temple, or if I waited for a long time, and my patience gradually ran out.

At this time, a voice came from the closed ancestral hall, old and vigorous, with a majesty in the tone, which made people surrender, and they were afraid to look directly:

"Time has passed almost now, why haven't you even seen a figure?

It can't be that you deliberately deceived me that the camellia girl was really willing to accept the blessing ceremony, but it wasn't, right?

If this is the case, not only will I not give you the Divine Water of Fortune, but I will punish you for such deception..."

Hearing that the holy monk inside was a little angry, the villagers who had bowed their heads and prayed now buried their heads deeply, afraid of its divine power is one thing, and even more afraid that their own people will not be satisfied with the holy monks, and from then on, the fairy road fortune or something will really be insulated from themselves.

There was silence in the playground, and no one was silent.

At this time, an old man kneeling in the front row of the villagers' line, which was also the closest position to the ancestral hall, slowly explained:

"Holy monk, don't worry, Roulu's little girl has already agreed to accept this blessing ceremony, and she will definitely not regret it.

Maybe they were dressing up, and it took a lot of time, so there was a delay. ”

The old man who said this was the village chief of this village, and he was also the companion of the old woman where Feng Sheng was resting just now.

Hearing the old man's explanation, the people in the ancestral hall settled down, and were quite satisfied with this explanation, and were willing to wait any longer.

"By the way, this blessing ceremony requires the parties to be completely voluntary, and there is no room for the slightest coercion.

That girl must have volunteered, right? Don't be forced by you to do this!"

"Holy monk, don't worry, of course this is of her own volition, and we will not force her to do anything she is not happy to do.

Just yesterday, Roulu girl also said to the old man and me in person, that being able to get this blessed opportunity is a blessing that she has not been able to cultivate in several lifetimes, and she is naturally happy.

If others can't ask for it, how can she be unhappy?" the old village chief patiently explained, saying that he really didn't have a score in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it, so he pretended to be calm:

How could he not know the real situation, the other party was as stubborn as a donkey, and his fist almost didn't greet the old bones that were about to shatter and scatter.

In desperation, he could only let people choose to be rough and pull her over.

It's just that now when he heard the holy monk say that the sacrifice must be voluntary, he was worried in his heart:

If it is noticed by the holy monks, if it affects the entire blessing ceremony, then it is really bad.

But Roulu's slut is not happy, what can she do.

"It's really the world is declining, and people's hearts are not ancient. Such a good fortune is in front of me, and I don't know what this little girl wants to fight for.

What's not to be happy about? Others can't even want to..."The old village chief could only curse in his heart, and sincerely hoped that after such a short period of time, the other party would be able to figure it out and make the right choice.

"yes, that's good. The person in the ancestral hall responded lightly, I don't know if the other party can see through the old man's lies, or if he just doesn't care like this, and the entire ancestral hall suddenly fell silent again.

"Huh" Hearing the holy monk's answer, the old village chief was relieved and exhaled a mouthful of turbidity.

...

Unlike the thousands of villagers outside who bow down devoutly, the scene in the ancestral hall at this time is full of joy and spring:

Two or three beautiful women in their twenties were enchanting and delicate, surrounded by a bald-headed monk, with a cheerful smile on their faces, enjoying and enjoying themselves.

...

It turns out that the blessing ceremony will be like this, looking at the hearty expressions on the faces of these blessed beauties, it is really a "fortunate thing"!

Looking at the entire ancestral hall, except for these three or two beauties who scratch their heads and make gestures, bewitching and charming beauties, and a bald monk, there are no other unrelated personnel.

The old Taoist voice that spoke just now was also made by this bald monk?

He is also the so-called holy monk in the mouth of the villagers?

Seeing that he is in his early thirties, I didn't expect his voice to be much deeper than that of an old man in his fifties and sixties, this contrast is really not small.

...

Not much to say, as soon as the dialogue between the old village chief and the so-called holy monk ended, the Tang family rushed here with the bride Roulu.

"You're here. "Seeing the bride arrive, although there is still a trace of worry about whether she is willing or not, there is always enough to fill, and the rest is left to the will.

The old village chief stretched his hands forward, held on to the ground, got up slowly, stayed in a half-squatting state, picked up the dead wood crutches placed in front of him, grabbed them with both hands, pressed against the ground, walked slowly on crutches, turned around and walked in the direction of the people.

"Why is it so slow, the holy monk is about to wait.

If you delay the hour, can you afford the consequences?" The person was still a few feet away, and the old village chief scolded and complained.