Bianjing little doctor

Chapter 699 Finale Nine

When Xin Yi was planning how to report to Daxiangguo Temple, Daxiangguo Temple was already ready for the prayer ceremony.

Under the leadership of Zhao Zhen, the envoys of various countries and the capital officials of the sixth rank and above in the Song Dynasty were mighty and mighty. All the wives inside and outside watched the ceremony, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

A giant incense tripod with animal feet is placed in front of the main hall.

The person at the front of the sacrificial procession was Zhao Zhen.

Next are the various envoys, and the sixth-rank Beijing officials of the Song Dynasty are ranked according to their ranks.

Empress Cao was watching the ceremony with her inner and outer wives.In this era, women don't care about anything, and they don't even have the qualifications to sacrifice.

Fu Jiuqu stood not far behind Zhao Zhen, with the ministers of the two governments.

Xin Yi looked at where Fu Jiuqu was, called Duan Sui, and whispered something in his ear.

"I'll ask the king of the county to give you a raise after finishing this errand."

Duan Sui's eyes lit up, and he grinned almost to his ears.

Gao Miao pulled Xin Yi to stand among a group of married women.

"...The emperor ascended to the altar, prayed to the gods...inherited from the ancestors, obeyed the hearts of the people, and ordered the envoys of all countries..."

Cai Shaohuai, the Prime Minister of Taichang Temple, held brocade silk in his hands and read the scriptures, praying for a good harvest and good weather.

It is the monk Huizhi who presides over the prayers and sacrifices.

He stood concentrating on the edge of the altar, as quiet as a statue, with the feeling of an eminent monk, his eyes were vast and far-reaching, if it weren't for Jiwu, Xin Yi would not have regarded this man as a bad person.

Duan Sui walked over cautiously, bowed his head and said something, he nodded, closed his eyes again, and listened carefully.

The audience was solemn.

Xin Yi couldn't listen to those prayers that seemed serious but had no effect, and his eyes fell on Hui Zhi's head involuntarily.

Huizhi clasped his hands together and lowered his head, not seeing anything unusual.

She was fascinated, and suddenly felt a gaze sweeping towards her.

In the quiet atmosphere of the audience, that person looked extremely abrupt from the side.

It is Gaoming Building.

Xin Yi turned around and looked at him.

After a moment of silence, she curled her lips neither salty nor light.

Gao Minglou smiled at her.

"Eleven." Gao Miao lowered her head and reminded her, "He is a foreigner."

A group of wives stood together, and it was impolite enough to be stared at by an outsider. She also stared at him. If she fell into the eyes of other people, I don't know what rumors would spread.

Xin Yi knew that Gao Miao was doing it for her own good, so she hummed and lowered her head.

The gaze hovered overhead for a moment, then disappeared.

Cai Shaohuai's prayers were also finished.

The disappearance of his son left the old father with sunken eyes and a depressed spirit. He looked extremely exhausted after reading a long prayer.

After closing the brocade, he took a deep breath.

"Please ask the officials to lead the officials to burn incense and sacrifice wine to respect the heaven, the earth, the gods, and the ancestors."

A waiter carried a tray, bowed and walked up to Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen picked up a cup from the plate, turned around, raised his hands at the envoys and ministers, and said loudly:
"Today, the peace in the world and the peace in the world are all due to the support of all countries and the joint efforts of all the lords, so that we can have the joy of harmony. It coincides with the Shangyuan Festival, and I will raise our glasses with all the envoys and all the lords to respect the heaven, the earth, the gods, and the ancestors. I wish for a peaceful and prosperous world, and the country is peaceful and the people are safe!"

All the ministers responded in unison.

"Life and people are happy."

"Officials are benevolent!"

"Long live Long live Long live!"

At this point in the ceremony, the next step is for the emperor to offer incense.

Huizhi led all the monks to recite scriptures together.

A little novice lowered his head and held the incense candle in front of Zhao Zhen.

Zhao Zhen was ill today and was tired from standing for so long, so he covered his sleeves and coughed twice before stepping forward.

Just as he was about to walk towards the beast-foot incense cauldron, Fu Jiuqu suddenly yelled.

"Wait a minute!"

Under the eyes of everyone, he walked to Zhao Zhen's side and took the incense from the little monk.

"The official's dragon body is sick, smelling the incense and coughing, and I'm afraid it will aggravate the condition if it gets closer to the incense burner. The sacrifice is based on sincerity, and the official's heart is well known to the Buddha. It's better to ask someone to light the three incense sticks..."

There was an uproar on the field.

Besides, the dragon's body is unwell, what's the point of burning three sticks of incense?
What's more, which of the courtiers here dares to go up to sacrifice to heaven on behalf of the officials?

The dissatisfied humanity said: "Why does the Prince of Guangling have so many troubles?"

Another human said: "Could it be that the Guangling County King wants to worship on behalf of the emperor?"

Zhao Zhen heard the discussion, gave Fu Jiuqu a warning look, and stretched out his hand.

"I'm not so sick that I can't walk. I'll get some of this incense myself."

Fu Jiuqu bowed to Zhao Zhen, and said in a serious manner: "my wife once said that the officials have this disease, and they must avoid the stimulation of incense candles. For the sake of the officials' health, I hope the officials will allow..."

He paused, then turned to look at Hui Zhi who was leading the monks standing not far away to pray.

"Master Huizhi is highly respected, and it is very appropriate for the mage to perform sacrifices on behalf of the emperor..."

Huizhi's eyes sank.

All the ministers thought that the king of Guangling County was arrogant because of his favor, and wanted to replace the emperor to sacrifice to heaven, but they didn't expect Huizhi to go.

Everyone nodded frequently, thinking that what he said was reasonable.

A monk, a person outside the party, not to mention high morality, has no effect on the power of the court.

"What the king of the county said is very true."

"Please Master Huizhi!"

Keiji hesitated and refused.

"The old man is outside the realm of cultivation. He doesn't care about the world, and his virtue is not enough. He really can't afford such a heavy responsibility..."

He glanced at Fu Jiuqu from the corner of his eye and said in trepidation:

"Since the official dragon's body is not in good condition, it is advisable for the East Palace to perform the sacrifice."

Zhao Zhen frowned slightly, and glanced at Zhao Zongshi.

Zhao Zongshi knew that the emperor's father didn't want to meddle with his rights. The offering of incense in the East Palace was clearly the authority of the emperor. He didn't know what the old monk was thinking, whether it was intentional or not, and his face immediately changed. , waved his hands again and again, and coughed heavily.

"...my son...cough cough, my son has been ill for a few days...I might disturb the Buddha... According to my son...the king of Guangling County is right. The master practices Buddhism. It is the most important thing for the master to sacrifice to the heaven and the earth. appropriate……"

Zhao Zhen nodded, "The auspicious time has come, there is no need to argue over trivial matters, my body can..."

He stretched out his hand to Fu Jiuqu, his eyes were sharp: "Bong Xiang."

Fu Jiuqu lowered his eyes, and slowly offered the incense to Zhao Zhen.

The beast foot incense tripod is very large, covered with a layer of incense ash.

Zhao Zhen lit the incense candle, slowly inserted it into the incense cauldron, clasped his hands together, and was about to close his eyes and pray, when his sleeves were suddenly pulled, and then his waist was tightened, and he retreated completely.

"Guangling County King!"

"What is this doing?"

All the ministers exclaimed!

No one expected that as soon as the incense candle was inserted into the beast-foot cauldron, the Guangling County King would eat the bear's heart and leopard guts, grab the official's house with his hands, and retreat quickly...

They yelled, and then—

boom!
A wave of air exploded directly from the animal foot cauldron, soaring into the sky.

Fu Jiuqu protected Zhao Zhen before he could get out of the explosion range, and fell to the ground.

Dust was flying, smoke was lingering, everyone scattered and retreated, the woman screamed again and again, and the square with hundreds of people suddenly became chaotic.

Xin Yi pulled Gao Miao and Empress Cao, and hurriedly retreated to one side.

"It really came."

Gao Miao choked and coughed, "Eleven, what did you say?"

Xin Yi raised his voice, "I said you protect the saint, let's go to the open place over there..."

The explosion continued for several times, and Zhao Zhen's ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear the sound for a while.

When he calmed down, he coughed violently and looked back with his eyes wide open.

If Fu Jiuqu hadn't held him back just now, he would have been blown to death next to the incense burner and sacrificed himself to heaven.

"Ah Jiu, what's going on?"

Zhao Zhen stood up in embarrassment, fanned the dust with his sleeve, and looked at the censer that had been blown to pieces.

Si Tianjian hurried forward, "Officials, this may be a warning from heaven..."

Fu Jiuqu sneered, "I don't know if the heavens will warn you or not, but Master Huizhi has just warned you."

Master Huizhi?

The eyes of all the ministers were focused on the calm old monk.

"When did the mage warn? Why didn't the old man know?"

Zhao Zhen looked at Fu Jiuqu incomprehensibly, "Guangling County King, what do you know, you might as well tell the truth."

Fu Jiuqu stared at Huizhi, and walked slowly to the embers of the incense burner.

Pick up a pinch of ash, put it in the palm of your hand to observe for a while, then sniff lightly in front of your nose.

"Black powder."

In fact, he didn't need to remind everyone, everyone could smell the sulfur smell from the burning firecrackers at the scene...

Fu Jiuqu looked coldly, and glanced at the confused crowd.

"Master Huizhi refuses to offer incense on his behalf. What is it if it's not a warning? Huh! Let's talk about it... not long ago, the auspicious Bodhisattva was produced in Daxiangguo Temple. It should be blessed by God. Why did the incense burner explode suddenly? ?”

Huizhi didn't speak for a long time.

He just looked at Fu Jiuqu with deep and complicated eyes.

He didn't make any excuses, and Fu Jiuqu also had a firm attitude.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird, and there were discussions all around.

"Shangyuan sacrifices are held in Daxiangguo Temple, and they are like this every year. There has never been a problem. Why did it explode this year?"

"The Taichang Temple is in charge of the sacrificial ceremony... Didn't you check it beforehand?"

"Lord Cai's only son has run away from home... I'm afraid it's because he's restless, and he's made a big mistake!"

"Extremely ridiculous! How could there be black powder in the incense burner? If it weren't for the vigilant king of Guangling County, the officials...God! Amitabha, Amitabha, thanks to the blessing of the Bodhisattva..."

Zhao Zhen turned around: "Cheng Taichang Temple, tell me, why is this?"

Cai Shaohuai was so frightened that he shivered, and he prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing non-stop.

"Return, report back to the official's house... The animal-foot incense tripod is provided by Daxiangguo Temple. The subordinate officials have carefully inspected it. No mistakes have been found. It is the negligence of the subordinate officials..."

All eyes fell on Keiji's face.

All eyes.

Huizhi held the Buddhist beads in his hand, and smiled slightly, his eyes reflected the lights of the Lantern Festival, looking cool and cold.

"Amitabha, the gods have the virtue of loving life...but not for the Hunjun."

(End of this chapter)