The first day of the festival did not start smoothly, and hundreds of people disappeared out of thin air, and for the officials in charge of the festival, although they barely managed to get through in front of the emperor, they must not go wrong in the next few days.

Fortunately, the places for the pujas on those sub-platforms are not high, and many of them are still spacious halls, so the variables should be smaller.

The management of these mages is actually relatively lenient, and although they are all registered, they do not restrict any personal freedom, and if there are some pujas that should have been there but did not arrive before the start of the puja, they are considered to have abstained.

That's right, it is obviously a festival to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters, but it has a certain nature of competition and screening, after all, Emperor Yuande wants to elect a master to canonize.

But after all, it is a water and land puja, and the so-called competition can't be a battle, so how to reveal your own specialness and how to show that you are "higher" than others during this period is also a science.

After the rain stopped, the remaining mages all returned to the post house one after another according to the arrangement of the imperial court.

When everyone else was about to go, a young monk with a Zen staff in his hand stood in front of the steps of the Dharma platform, looking at the entire Dharma platform with a solemn expression.

The monk's facial features are red and white, his face is like mutton fat but not feminine, he wears a robe and a hat, his posture is straight and he does not lose the Zen staff in his hand, and he looks at the Dharma platform for a long time before he leads the Buddha with one hand.

"Good Ming King Buddha ......"

"The master is born with a good skin!"

The voice beside him sounded coldly, so frightened that the monk couldn't help but shake his body, although the voice was neutral and gentle, but it came too suddenly.

Ji Yuan was already standing beside the young monk at some point, and was opening his mouth with a smile, and the monk's startled reaction was somewhat unexpected and interesting.

The monk looked at the fate on the side, and also gave a Buddhist ceremony.

The donor also said that it is just a pair of skins, and there is no need to look at it. ”

"Well, but the skin has reached the level of a master, and it is hard to make people look different, but it is also a kind of appearance. ”

Ji Yuan returned the salute with his hand, and said casually about some kind of involvement theory on the Internet in his previous life, which can actually be regarded as an expression of his true feelings, after all, it is too far-fetched for others to regard him as ordinary.

The monk was stunned for a moment, and returned the salute to Ji Yuan again.

"Good Daming King Buddha! The donor can see it and see through it, it is the little monk who has a look. ”

The clouds in the sky had almost dispersed at this time, and the sunlight had re-shone on the land of Gyeonggi Province, Ji Yuan looked around, some pedestrians had appeared one after another, and some of them had heard or seen that there might be an accident on the side of the Fatai before, thinking about what kind of excitement to see.

"Why did the Master come to this water and land puja?"

Ji Yuan asked softly.

"Only pray for blessings and disasters!"

The monk did not announce the Buddha's name, and replied respectfully.

Ji Yuan didn't say anything to believe or disbelieve, let alone express any opinions, just nodded at him, and then turned to leave.

The monk watched this fate disappear from sight, then looked at the Dafa platform over there, wiped the fine sweat on the hat on his forehead, lifted the Zen staff and walked away quickly.

"Let's hurry back to the inn where I'm staying." ’

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In the so-called Nine Heavens and Ten Sessions in Gyeonggi Province, the people of Gyeonggi Province can not only hear the sound of chanting sutras close to the various Dharma platforms, but also often see some Dharma teachers "performing the Dharma" on the streets.

Because the venues of each sub-Dharma platform are not large, the remaining nine guilds are all in different locations in the capital, and different batches of mages take turns to practice Dafa, which is also convenient for some officials and subordinate officials such as the chief secretary to carefully observe each mage.

During this process, it is important to be able to show your hand directly at the puja.

At the same time, in order to make it easier to "stand out" in the water and land puja, some mages will also try their best to "inadvertently" appear in the city of Gyeonggi Province.

Some people choose to cling to dignitaries during their breaks, some people choose to set up fortune tellers in the downtown area, and even deliberately make some extremely strange behaviors to attract attention.

This is very fresh for the monks of Yuhuai Mountain, who are difficult to make a trip to the mountain, not to mention them, Ji Yuan, Lao Long and the ghosts and gods of Gyeonggi Mansion are also watching with a lively mentality.

This accountant is drinking tea on the window on the second floor of the Aoba Building, sitting opposite is the dragon son Ying Feng, and sitting on the side facing the window is the dragon girl Ying Ruoli.

Downstairs is a "law stall", set up by an old mage of fairy wind bones, the law stall is set up by a small cart, and there are many notes pasted on it.

The note is to the effect that you can measure the word fortune teller and solve problems, and it is a fate to sit down to manage, and those who are not destined to hold the gold do not accept it, and then it is also written that if there is no money to pay, sincere thanks can also be.

Anyway, I really want to do that.

Ji Yuan drank tea like this, while listening to the sound of storytelling from the first floor, and sometimes looked outside.

"Uncle Ji, the old man down there is just a dying look, his Taoism is extremely shallow, at most he has some sense of energy, and he knows some martial arts and small skills, why did you choose him?

Long Zi finally couldn't help asking, the dragon girl was also about the same expression, at first the two thought that there was a hidden master below, so they patiently looked left and right to observe carefully, and even Long Zi changed in disguise halfway, and went to the stall to explore the reality, and the result was naturally a big disappointment.

Ji Yuan made a bet with Lao Long, and each chose one or two of the remaining mages to see who could stand out in the end, and the dragon son and the dragon girl came to join in the fun.

"Hey, the good-looking ones haven't come yet, oh, they're coming, pay attention to the looks. ”

As Ji Yuan spoke, a woman and an honest man walked down the street below, walking towards the mage's stall.

"This is the one who is in charge!"

"Oh oh oh!"

He replied a few times, walked to the stall, looked left and right, and then knelt down with a pop, and the women next to him also knelt beside him.

"Thank you Master for saving us~~~~"

The man looked wooden, but his voice was not small, and the pedestrians around him were startled.

The mage behind the booth immediately stood up and walked around the booth to support the two of them.

"Why do you two bother to make such a big gift, hurry up!"

"No, master, you have recreated our family with kindness, and you refuse to accept the money brought by my mother-in-law, so you can only kneel down and thank you for it!"

"How this makes, how does this make!

The master pulled a man and a woman up with a sound with both hands, and the two wanted to kneel down again, but they couldn't fight the master.

Many people talked about it, and they didn't know what this master had done to make the couple so excited.

"Hey, I don't accept the money, and I don't let you kneel, how can we repay your kindness master~~!

There are good deeds around and just say it in passing.

"What did the master help you with?"

"yes, tell me about it. "That's right. ”

After the man saw that the master had returned to the stall with a sigh and shook his head, he told his mother-in-law about the past with affection, and how the master helped them solve disasters.

At last the couple went away with a thousand thanks, and after most of the hour another old woman came to thank her, again without taking money but helping, and then a young woman came to thank her, and the master only received ten copper plates.

One day, when the mage withdrew from the stall, in addition to simply counting a few lives for the curious, there were about four or five times when someone came to thank him, and only once he received money.

When the mage took the stall and left, the dragon son and the dragon girl looked at each other, and the former looked at Ji Yuan.

"Uncle Ji, am I looking away?"

"Hehe, yes, let's go, I haven't finished reading it yet. ”

Ji Yuan stood up, paid for the tea directly, and led the dragon son and dragon girl out of the streets and alleys, fading as he walked, and after a while, he arrived behind a sparsely populated shack in a certain square.

"Hey, Master, how am I doing?" "Not bad!"

"And me, mine!" "Give!"

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!"

......

When Ji Yuan arrived with the dragon son and the dragon girl, what he saw was the people who had come to thank him before, and they were taking money from the master's hand, all of which were broken silver and Datong treasures.

"Is that okay?"

Long Zi looked at this scene in a daze, and turned his head to look at Ji Yuan.

"Uncle Ji, he is considered to be a bully among mortals, isn't he? Aren't you afraid of killing your head?"

Ji Yuan smiled, left a sentence and turned to leave.

"How similar it is to Emperor Yuande. ”

Ryuko frowned and looked at the dragon girl.

"Little sister, do you understand?"

Ying Ruoli also frowned and thought about it for a while, and looked at the mage who was taking the money out of the money bag again, although the fairy wind bones were also thin and old.

"Uncle Ji may have said that this person is no longer afraid of killing his head for the sake of a 'seal'. ”

"Uh, then our dad will lose?"

The dragon girl glared at the dragon son angrily.

"The one our dad chose has real skills, how can he lose? I think compared with Uncle Ji, our dad is cheating!"

"That's a draw!"

Ryuko smiled and turned to leave.

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August 30 is the birthday of Emperor Dazhen Yuande, so this day is also the birthday festival.

The entire palace is lit up, and there are busy palace people everywhere inside and outside the palace, and the imperial dining room and some related locations have been preparing for this day even earlier.

On this day, the ministers also tried to refrain from doing anything in the early court, and if it was not very important and urgent, they tried not to do anything that made the emperor unhappy.

When the discussion stage passed quickly, the ministers in the palace also quieted down.

Emperor Yuande looked at the old eunuch beside the dragon chair.

"The Prophets come in. ”

The old eunuch bowed slightly and nodded, then took a deep breath and exhaled highly.

"Xuan, all the great mages of the Water and Land Festival enter the hall~~~!"

Outside the outer hall, there are also palace people who repeat it loudly.

"Xuan, all the great mages of the Water and Land Dharma have entered the hall!"

After three rounds, under the gaze of the ministers facing the outside of the hall, a small group of eunuchs led a small group of people across the temple gate into the main hall.

Some of the ministers squinted, some smiled, some snorted, and some were curious.

Among the people who came in were monks, old and young, and even an old beggar in tattered clothes, there were as many as sixteen people in all.

The emperor squinted at the top and looked down.

A group of people stood still and saluted their heads.

"See Your Majesty, Long live Your Majesty, long live Long live!"

"Excuse me!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

I have to say that under a closer look, all the mages are energetic and calm, at least no one shows timidity, the most striking thing is naturally the old beggar, there is no way, he is too out of place.

"Yan Aiqing, who is the master you recommend?"

Words often go out of the crowd and salute.

"Your Majesty, Weichen recommended Mr. Lu to face the saint, it is this place!"

The fact that Yan Chang stretched out his hand to point at the beggar was also surprising to some officials in the court who had long regarded him as a traitor.

Emperor Yuan De looked at Yan Chang, and then looked at the beggar carefully.

"What magic spells do you have?"

The old beggar stepped forward, but he was not as lazy as usual, and arched his hand towards the emperor, but what he said had nothing to do with the emperor's question.

"I am always called Hanako, I am ready to accept two apprentices, one has suffered from the world since childhood, and the other has enjoyed the glory of the world when he is old, I feel that this water and land festival may be an opportunity, and I ask Your Majesty, are you willing to give up your dragon chair?"

"Bold!" "Presumptuous!"

"Mr. Lu, what nonsense are you talking about? Quickly apologize to Your Majesty!"

"Dare to offend your lordship!"

"Rub...""Rub...""Rub..."......

The ministers on the side glared angrily, and their words were often in a cold sweat, even those mages subconsciously stayed away from this old beggar, and the Ouchi guards were even more tense.

The dragon chair sat high, and Emperor Yuande suppressed his anger and asked coldly.

"So you have the method of immortality?"

The old beggar frowned, thought for a moment, shook his head, and replied.

"There is no such thing as immortality. ”

"So you can get the power and wealth that surpasses the position of the widowed son of heaven, and get the freedom that surpasses the ninety-five honor?"

I thought that since the old emperor was anxious to seek immortals, although it seemed inappropriate for him to ask like this, the other party should also be solemn about his talents, but some things backfired, and the emperor didn't seem to be able to tolerate even a little disobedience......

The old beggar's face paled.

"I'm afraid this kind of leisure will not work. ”

"Oh, then if the widow gets down from the dragon chair, the position of the Son of Heaven is suspended, and no one deals with national affairs, what is the solution?"

The old beggar was already expressionless.

"The country cannot be without a king for a day, and Dazhen may become a celestial power, so naturally he will give way to the prince, and the emperor will be old. ”

Emperor Yuande glanced at the princes, and under the anger surged, he thought a lot in his heart, and at this moment he was very angry and laughed.

"Hehehe...... Hahaha...... Anyway, this is the person you recommend?"

"Your Majesty! The ministers deserve death! The ministers deserve death!"

Too often so frightened that he fell directly to the ground, and he bowed his head and didn't dare to get up.