The old monk sat in the middle of several monks, muttering to the rhythm of the monks and reciting the Heart Sutra, reciting and reciting doubts in his heart, "The Heart Sutra that we Taoists believe in must be different from the scriptures of these bald donkeys, will this recite each other cancel each other?" Isn't the effect of the sacrificial kiln greatly reduced? Bah, bah, bah, by the double blessing of my Taoism and these bald donkeys, the effect of the sacrificial kiln will definitely be twice the result with half the effort. ”

"Taishang Laojun, hurry the wishful order, Sakyamuni, Guanyin Bodhisattva, Di Renjie, phew, he Di Renjie has a fart."

"His Royal Highness King Shao bless!"

The old Fang Shi sat in the middle, and he was able to say all the gods he thought of, and finally did not forget to pin his hopes on the body of Li Chongrun, the king of Shao.

"Why hasn't His Royal Highness King Shao come yet, he is about to start firing the kiln, and the first fire of the kiln still has to be put in by His Royal Highness King Shao, after all, His Royal Highness King Shao is not a mortal, and he will definitely bless the glazed kiln to burn out the divine glaze. Bless the people who fired the glazed kilns with peace, Amen. ”

The old alchemist used all the religious blessings he had come into contact with all his life on the glazed kiln, which shows how much he cared about the glazed kiln.

Speaking of the glazed kiln, the old Fang Shi has no bottom in his heart, this is not his field after all, if it is to make Dan to refine medicine, the old Fang Shi does not ask for anyone, it is all up to him, those senior brothers ask for this and that, don't they die early, it is better to believe in no one than to believe in themselves.

Although his own method did not refine a sulfonamide-like miracle medicine, he had a lot of chemical knowledge, and if it weren't for Li Chongrun's perspective on the world from God's perspective, he might not have understood as much as the old alchemist.

But this firing glass, but is not the old Fang Shi is good at the field, this thing not only needs to be burned, but also needs to "blow, pull, play" a series of means, Li Chongrun's production process is full of key production processes, which can not be learned in a day or two.

Speaking of "blowing, pulling, playing", the old Fang Shi really didn't know anything, when he was young, he had been exposed to the 觱篥 (bì lì), he couldn't blow any rhythm at all, this instrument was similar to the trumpets of later generations, and he couldn't blow the trumpet, how could he blow out the flowers, birds, dragons and phoenixes, and he had a headache to think about.

Li Chongrun and General Zuo Wei hurriedly drove to the location of the glazed kiln after putting the "stolen" sugar cane in the workshop.

The sun had just risen in the morning, and it was already three poles up.

When Li Chongrun, who was sweating profusely, ran over panting, he was surprised to see a few monks in a formation around the old monk, "Where is this playing?" ”

"Who got these old bald donkeys?"

Li Chongrun, whether in his previous life or in this life, hated these dead bald donkeys, full of benevolence, righteousness and morality, Amitabha Buddha, and did all the things of chickens and dogs.

Wear a robe at work, go to a bar after work, the abbot presides over the mouth full of you and I cross him, the souls of 300,000 people are still in the air, who can these dead bald donkeys cross.

Under the guise of influencing people's hearts, deceiving good people, Li Chongrun's teeth itch with hatred when he thinks of this.

General Zuo Wei felt that Li Chongrun's whole body was full of murderous aura, and he was puzzled, "His Royal Highness King Shao, what's wrong?" I've never seen him like this. ”

For the perception of murderous aura, General Zuo Wei knows better than anyone else, and the person who licks blood at the tip of the knife knows the state and determination to kill people best, which is what Li Chongrun is now.

"Your Highness, this is in the sacrificial kiln." General Zuo Wei quickly stepped forward and pressed Li Chongrun's arm, which was constantly trembling with anger, "Your Highness, Your Highness!" The general of the left guard saw that Li Chongrun's eyes were bloodshot, like an angry leopard trying to tear those people apart.

Listening to the call of General Zuo Wei, Li Chongrun pulled out at the critical point of anger and muttered, "Sacrifice kiln? ”

"Yes, Your Highness, all kilns must worship the kiln god before opening the kiln, and bless the kiln mouth to be able to fire high-quality products, our glazed kiln is the first kiln to burn paper glaze, so the sacrificial kiln should pay more attention. Your Highness, if this meeting is not enough, I will ask Zuo Wei's brothers to "invite" all the opera troupes that sing literary opera in Shenjing, and they will definitely give you a beautiful scenery. ”

Listening to General Zuo Wei's words, Li Chongrun was speechless for a while, which is the sacrificial kiln between these words? How does it feel like sending yourself away?

It's still beautiful, and I don't know what words are in this head.

According to the system of the Wu and Zhou dynasties, the status of the drama is not as good as that of the industrial and commercial class, and General Zuowei can come up with a way to come up with this scenery, and he always feels that this product is not good.

Fortunately, he didn't say to find a few more dead bald donkeys, otherwise he would have to kill someone.

The old monk looked at Li Chongrun, who rushed over, and walked out of the encirclement, "Master, what is the delay, when they finish reciting the scriptures, they can burn the kiln and light the fire, and you also need to put the first fire into the kiln, and then everyone will put the fire in turn, so that the kiln god can eat ten thousand fires and bless the safety of the kiln." ”

"What are these bald asses for?"

Li Chongrun's voice was not small, and the people around him also listened to it sincerely, and the monk not far away heard his words, his brows furrowed, and he still sat there, chanting words.

"Your Highness, don't" The old monk was shocked when he heard Li Chongrun's words, hurriedly looked around, and cautiously persuaded: "Master, you still have to be careful when you speak, these bald donkeys are all monks of Fuxian Temple, and they can't be provoked." ”

Fuxian Temple has a very good reputation in Shenjing City, and the main reason is that this temple was built by Wu Zetian for his biological mother, and in this respect alone, the status is not ordinary.

After Li Chongrun understood, he understood why the old man was so cautious, and it turned out that the backer behind him was the person he was most afraid of in his life.

Li Chongrun's face was full of displeasure, and he asked, "You got it?" What for? ”

"Prayer and chanting!"

"What about you?"

"Me too!" The old man replied without thinking.

Li Chongrun scolded angrily, "You are a monk and a monk, what can you pray for?" You don't even count as a Taoist priest, what kind of old god is pretending, and do you believe in Buddhism? ”

The old man listened to Li Chongrun's question and shook his head, he really didn't know that the kiln god was also a god, and he had his own faction, so he didn't believe in Buddhism.

"Does the kiln god believe?"

"Don't believe it!"

"Then you have so many competitors to bless the kiln god, will the kiln god be happy?"

"What the master said makes sense!" The old monk woke up like a dream, ran to the monk who had just sat in the circle, and shouted with an unkind face: "Okay, okay, enough, disperse, disperse, prepare to burn the kiln!" ”

Originally, I didn't like these monks, but when I heard Li Chongrun say this, I had some confidence.

Several monks looked at the old monk's respect and were displeased, "Amitabha, don't be impatient, don't wait for me to finish reciting the scriptures." ”

"What to recite, the kiln god does not believe in Buddhism." The old Fang Shi learned very quickly, and told all the questions that Li Chongrun asked him just now.

The three or two monks looked at the attitude of the old monk and shook their heads secretly, and the monk behind him just heard what Li Chongrun said, and then looked at the state of the old monk, and was angry. "If the Buddha blames it, the glazed kiln will continue to cause trouble."

Li Chongrun listened to it from a distance, "The monks are compassionate, if the Buddha is to blame for this incident, is the Buddha stingy or does I not know how to respect the world?" ”

"Since you are a high monk, why bother to be quick for a while, and add to the battle of words." Li Chongrun slowly stepped forward and looked at the three of them.

The three monks looked at Li Chongrun, who appeared, dressed in gorgeous clothes, and the coachman who followed behind him was not an ordinary aura, presumably not mortals.

"Amitabha!" The monk at the head looked at Li Chongrun slightly, "Since this is the case, we will not bother, and wish the glazed kiln to be safe, the Buddha to bless, and the saint to bless." ”

Li Chongrun nodded slightly, did not continue to speak, but scolded these old bald donkeys in his heart.

Before I could say a word, I actually used the saint to press me, these dead bald donkeys, I have to sacrifice your souls.

"If one day, hmph, I will cut you first."

In the Tang Dynasty and the Wu and Zhou dynasties, there were also many Buddhist temples and monks, and Buddhism once became the "state religion" of the Tang Dynasty.

After Wu Zetian ascended the throne, in order to enhance the legitimacy of his own regime and make the people recognize him ideologically, he attacked and belittled Taoism. So during the Wu Zetian period, Buddhism was highly respected and reached its heyday.

Legend has it that the Lushena Buddha in Luoyang Longmen Grottoes was carved by Wu Zetian to order craftsmen according to their appearance, and Wu Zetian also donated 20,000 yuan of fat powder money to him.

The prosperity of Buddhism in the Tang Dynasty had risen to the national level, with temples funded by the state, and monks enjoying tax exemption and land sharing.

Thinking of this, Li Chongrun's teeth itched with hatred, wasting so many resources to support you, and so many suffering people were deceived by you, and sooner or later he cleaned you up. Now is not the time, after all, Wu Zetian is in charge, and what people say is what they say.

After the monk team left in a mighty way, Li Chongrun walked around the glazed kiln several times.

Inside and out, every fortification is inspected, and the process of firing glass requires a high temperature of 1600 degrees.

Such a temperature is nothing at all for later generations, but for the Tang Dynasty, there are indeed many tests.

Security is a big problem.

No matter what kiln, safety is paramount.

Go to the kiln happily and go home safely.

This is the slogan that Li Chongrun came up with, so he checked inside and out.

Seeing that Li Chongrun was around the glazed kiln three times on the left and three circles on the right, and there were words in his mouth, the old man stepped forward and asked suspiciously: "Master, what kind of immortal is this, and what kind of immortal spell is being cast?" Do you need tribute? ”

“……”

Li Chongrun really didn't bother to pay attention to him, he had been with him for so long, and he hadn't learned the ideas of modern science and technology at all, but he had taken these feudal superstitious theories to the extreme, if there were really immortals in the world, would there be any point in struggling?

He inspected the glazed kiln very carefully, and after not finding any problems, he was relieved a lot, with the current level of construction to achieve such a safety factor, the old Fang Shi definitely put a lot of heart on you, and used a lot of strength.

The mood that disliked him just now has eased a lot.

"Light the fire, burn the kiln!"

Li Chongrun looked at the people on the three floors inside and the three layers outside, and shouted loudly with excitement.

As Li Chongrun shouted, the old Fangshi's eyes were full of excitement, his hands were spread, he knelt in front of the kiln, raised his head, kowtowed, and got up.

Kneel again, raise your head, prostrate again, and rise again.

"My ancestor is a great man, and I am a deviant. The five elements are supplemented by refining the seven colors, following the naturalized yin and yang. Nourish Wu Zhou, and the annals of history are brilliant.

Remember my kiln god, think about the flood.

……

Today, the god of the kiln is unforgettable. Baomy kiln industry is thriving; Bless me Wu Zhou, forever and everlasting! ”

Li Chongrun never thought that these words could be said in the mouth of the old man, and it was difficult for him to say such things with his values of less than half a catty.

As the old priest finished reciting the sacrificial words, the people around him had some tears in their eyes. Rubbing shoulders, this is the first glazed kiln in the Wu Zhou Dynasty, and the kiln god must bless the glazed kiln for eternity.

Li Chongrun stood at the front of the crowd, his hands clenched into fists unnaturally, and the expression on his face became serious.

"The kiln god eats the fire of all the people, His Royal Highness King Shao lights the fire, and the woman avoids it!" The old man shouted loudly in a long voice, feeling that this breath was very long, as if he was about to die.

Li Chongrun was a little worried, if this breath didn't come up, who would refine the sulfonamides.

With this shout, the onlookers turned their heads in unison.

Li Chongrun was stunned, what kind of custom is this?

The kiln god is not eating the fire of all people, why does the woman avoid it?