Chen Zhao's eyes lit up, Zhaoming Temple said the Dharma conference, it was very interesting to listen to.
Chen Zhao grabbed the emperor's sleeve and shook it. The dragon pattern on the cuff was wrinkled by her small hands.
The emperor's head was a little big, and his brows were furrowed again.
"That's the Kaishan Dharma Conference. It's crowded and chaotic. What are you going to do?"
"Zhao'er wants to say congratulations to his eldest brother." Chen Zhao said, his voice soft and waxy, and his eyes looked at him eagerly, with something shiny inside.
"Zhao'er hasn't left the palace for a long time."
This sentence struck a chord in the heart of the emperor.
This child has been cursed and trapped in the palace, taking medicines and injections all day long.
Su Qing's small courtyard, the ward of the Imperial Medical Office, and his own bedroom are all three points and one line. He has not even been to the Imperial Garden a few times.
Now that he had finally gotten better and caught up with the excitement, he couldn't bear to refuse. That stubbornness melted away with just one look from those eyes.
The emperor looked helplessly at the prince.
Chen Xiao understood and said with a smile, "Father, let Zhao'er go. I will be with my ninth brother, and I will be able to protect her. She has been bored these days, so she might as well go out and get some fresh air. She is always locked up in the palace, and she will be locked up even if she is not sick."
Chen Chen also said, taking a step forward. "My son will look after my sister, Inch Step will never leave her."
The emperor pondered for a moment and finally relaxed.
"You can go. Double the escort, and let Medical Cultivator Su accompany you. Inch Step will not leave. Go early and come back early."
Chen Zhao cheered, slid down from the emperor's lap, threw himself in front of Chen Xiao, and hugged his legs. Then he turned around and smiled at Chen Chen, revealing a row of small white teeth, and then said:
"Zhao'er I thank my father, my brother Prince, and my ninth brother!"
The emperor looked at her, with a rare smile in his eyes, and added with a straight face.
"Don't run around, listen to your two brothers."
"Zhao'er is the most obedient." She nodded vigorously, nodding her head like a chicken pecking at rice.
The attendant received the order and went to the Su Qing courtyard to deliver the message.
Su Qing After hearing this, he just said "obey" and went back to clean up.
She put several commonly used medicine bottles, silver needles, and Nourishment instruments into the storage ring. The medicine bottles were neatly numbered, and the silver needles were inserted back into the needle bags one by one.
"Medical Cultivator Su, do you want to bring more?" the attendant asked, looking into the room.
"That's enough." Su Qing said, closing the storage ring, "The princess is only out of the palace for half a day, it's good to have these."
After the attendant left, the room became quiet again.
The white jade puppet on the medicine shelf changed its orientation at some point and was facing the door. Its blurry brows and eyes seemed to be looking at something.
"Everything is ready, just waiting for tomorrow."
The voice rang again, low, as if coming from a far away place, or as if it was spoken close to the ear. Then, there was no more movement.
The day before the ceremony, Qin Tiexin did not interfere much with the chores in the temple.
Ministry of Rites people have their own rules.
To hide the Buddha statue, put the imperial scrolls, seven treasures, evil evil charms, and grains into the belly of the Buddha statue, then seal it and cover it with a big red brocade curtain.
The brocade curtain falls down, covering the Buddha statue from head to toe, waiting for the auspicious moment.
The entire temple was swept away. The monks dipped willow branches in water and sprinkled the hall, pillars and royal paths all over to clean the foundation.
The scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion are in place, and the volumes are numbered on the shelves. In addition to those sent by Ling Shuyao, there are also some sent by the royal family, arranged neatly according to grade.
The furnishings of the martial arts training ground and the Law Artifact Pavilion were also arranged, with rows of knives and sticks on the weapon racks, glowing coldly in the morning light.
The emperor ordered the royal stele to be carried into the stele pavilion. The stele was wrapped in red silk, and the silk surface was bright and fluttered gently in the wind.
Qin Tiexin only took Ming'an with him. He walked around the temple twice and got to know the way.
Ming'an was walking on the royal road, his short legs moving very fast, and he would turn around and point out to his senior brother from time to time, that is the Heavenly King's Hall, that is the Bell Tower, and that is the Main Hall.
He has a natural affinity for this temple.
As soon as the Yin hour arrives, the Kaishan Dharma Ceremony officially begins.
All the monks in the temple gathered in front of the hall, draped in sea blue, and stood solemnly. The gray-blue monks' robes were connected one after another.
The sprinkling monk held a poplar branch in his hand, dipped it in purified water, and walked around the temple, sprinkling it as he went.
The pure water shakes off the poplar branches and sprinkles drop by drop on the bluestone slab, scattering into fine mist.
The monks followed behind, chanting Great Compassion Mantra, Shurangama Mantra, with neat voices that overwhelmed the mountain wind. The turbid air from the earth and wood left when the temple was built, and the bit of evil accumulated in the ground, were dispersed little by little as the pure water was sprinkled over.
The first layer of restrictions in the temple protection formation was also opened at this moment, and an invisible light film slowly rose from the mountain gate, covering the entire temple area.
After cleaning up, Qin Tiexin and Ming'an went to the side hall on the west side of the central courtyard alone.
Zu De Hall, this is the place where the former abbot's spiritual tablet is enshrined.
The incense table in the hall has been prepared, and the tablets have not been re-engraved. They are all used by Ming'an himself.
The wood was leftover material, and the carvings were not very neat, and some characters were still crooked, but each stroke was carved by the child lying in the small courtyard, knife by knife.
The Master Huiming tablet is in the middle. The wood is rough and there are knife marks on the edges that have not been smoothed. The remaining monks who have passed away are listed on both sides.
Qin Tiexin Arrange the tablets piece by piece.
Ming'an took three sticks of incense, lit them respectfully, and inserted them into the incense burner. The smoke rose and spread in the hall.
"Master, uncle, fellow seniors." Ming'an knelt on the futon, clasped his hands together, and straightened his small body, "Ming'an has found senior brothers. Zhaoming Temple has also rebuilt it."
His voice was very soft, with a bit of a nasal sound. Halfway through, his throat moved, he paused, and then continued.
"From now on, my senior brother and I will build Zhaoming Temple well, don't worry."
After saying that, he kowtowed three times and hit his forehead on the futon, making three soft soft sounds.
Qin Tiexin followed behind and also burned incense, but did not kneel down.
He closed his eyes and had something in his mind, but he didn't say it out loud.
Although he held the identity of Mingjue, Mingjue was not killed by him after all, so he was calm.
But after all, using the identity of Mingjue is considered a personal favor.
Now, Ming'an has been saved, Zhaoming Temple has been avenged, and the temple has been erected as it is. This cause and effect can be considered as good.
On the way forward, he will protect Ming'an and prevent him from being wronged again.
After finishing the thoughts in his mind, he silently recited in his heart: Master Huiming, fellow seniors, Tiexin has offended many people by using the name of Mingjue, and Zhaoming Temple will never let go of his incense in the future.
A piece of the incense ashes fell silently and piled up in a small pile in the incense burner.
At the hour of Chen, Buddha music started playing outside the mountain gate.
The chimes, wooden fish, and conchs all sounded in unison, and the sound waves spread out layer by layer. The monks were divided into two groups, lined up in the shape of wild geese, and respectfully welcomed the prince into the imperial path.
On both sides of the royal road, prayer flags rustled in the wind, and five-color cloth strips flew like waves.
Chen Chen brought Su Qing and Chen Zhao to the temple early.
Several people were watching the ceremony in a pavilion with the highest terrain. The pavilion could see the entire temple. The view was excellent, and it was not in a place where people must pass. The outside was surrounded by royal guards. Once the formation was opened, the inside and outside were isolated.
There were several chairs in the attic, tea and fruit on the table, and the windows were wide open.
Chen Zhao Lying on the window edge, everything is fresh.
The crowds of people at the foot of the mountain, the orderly monks in front of the temple, and the prayer flags all over the temple all dazzled her. Her little head turned around like a chick just emerging from the nest.
She suddenly raised her eyes and saw Qin Tiexin and Ming'an in front of the Main Hall.