"Master Mingjue!" Chen Zhao waved his hand outward, stretched his arm straight, then turned his head and pulled Su Qing's sleeve, and pulled it twice.
"Sister Su, look, Master Mingjue is there."
Qin Tiexin seemed to be aware of it and looked up.
The attic was high, and against the light, he could only see a small figure waving at the window.
He had already received the news that the prince would bring Chen Chen, Chen Zhao, and Su Qing to watch the ceremony, but it was not appropriate to make it public.
Qin Tiexin knows it well.
The plan becomes the first step, and the rest depends on the clock.
Ming'an followed his gaze and saw a little girl looking this way.
The two looked at each other and were both stunned.
Across most of the temple, one was standing at the front steps of the temple, and the other was lying by the attic window. Their two pairs of eyes met in the morning light.
"Brother, who are those people over there?" Ming'an looked up at Qin Tiexin.
"People from the royal family came to watch the ceremony." Qin Tiexin said.
Ming'an nodded, didn't ask any more questions, just looked over there again.
Chen Zhao also saw Ming'an, a little monk slightly older than himself. He was wearing moon-white monk robes and had delicate features. He stood next to Master Mingjue, like a small shadow.
She turned around and asked Su Qing, still pointing her finger in that direction.
"Sister Su, who is that little monk? He is about the same age as me. How did you become a monk at such a young age?"
Su Qing looked along, smiled, and reached out to press Chen Zhao's finger.
"That's Master Mingjue's junior fellow apprentice, Ming'an's little master." She said, "Despite his young age, his Buddhist teachings are quite impressive."
Chen Zhao said oh and looked over there a few more times, with a little more curiosity in his eyes.
Not long after, the prince arrived.
The ceremonial guard was vast, the Jinwu Guards cleared the way, and flags and streamers blocked the sun.
The prince got off the carriage, wearing a python robe and a jade belt hanging from his waist, with a calm demeanor.
He walked along the imperial road to the imperial stele. As the abbot, Qin Tiexin stepped forward side by side with the prince.
The two of them each held a corner of the red silk and pulled it at the same time. The red silk slipped away and the royal stele was revealed. The words on the stele glowed golden in the morning light, stroke by stroke, and penetrated into the stone.
The prince unfolded the imperial edict and read it out in front of everyone. His voice was clear and echoed in front of the palace.
"Zhaoming Temple was built by imperial decree as a royal Buddhist temple to protect the country of the Myriad Stars Dynasty. Blessed by the dragon's energy, it controls the capital, secures the country's fortunes, and builds both Buddhism and martial arts."
As soon as the imperial edict came down, the monks sang in unison and shouted Mountain Quake the door. The sound waves hit the surrounding mountain walls and swayed back again, making a buzzing sound.
At this time, the mountain is opened and the gate is opened.
The monk at the door sang loudly, his voice as bright as a bell.
"The auspicious time has arrived, open the gate of Zhaoming Mountain!"
Qin Tiexin held the incense, bowed three times to the mountain gate, and recited the verses that opened the mountain.
The two monks stepped forward, removed the royal seal from the door, and slowly pulled out the heavy door bolt. The door bolt was extremely heavy, and they had to work together to pull it. The wooden bolt retreated from the door hole inch by inch, making a dull friction sound.
The mountain door opened inward, there was a creak, and Sanskrit chants began.
This is Zhaoming Temple, opening the door for the first time.
Ming'an stood beside Qin Tiexin, his eyes wet. He opened his eyes hard to prevent tears from falling. His eyelashes trembled, but he finally held back.
Chen Zhao was also quiet in the attic, holding on to the window railing with his little hands, motionless.
She saw the door open, and saw the sunlight pouring in through the cracks in the door, covering the entire royal road.
Pilgrims and common people are still waiting outside the mountain gate and will not enter for the time being, just waiting for the consecration of the Buddha statue to be completed.
Next, is the consecration of the icon in the Main Hall.
Qin Tiexin and Ming'an each held a cinnabar pen, stepped forward and removed the red curtain of the Buddha statue, and pointed at the Buddha's eyes, ears, nose, mouth, heart, hands and feet in sequence.
Every time you click on a spot, recite a consecration French sentence.
Where the cinnabar fell, the Buddha's face seemed to come to life. When Qin Tiexin's pen tip touched the Buddha's eyes, he paused slightly. The Buddha statue lowered its eyebrows and lowered its eyes, with a faint smile at the corner of its mouth.
At this point, more than half of the ceremony has passed.
Only the highlight of today is left.
The Zhaoming bell tower rings the Hong bell.
Qin Tiexin and Ming'an climbed up the stairs and climbed to the bell tower step by step.
The wooden steps made a dull sound underfoot, one step at a time.
The old bronze bell was already hanging in the center of the stage. The body of the bell was dark copper and was as tall as a person. The mouth of the bell was about five feet wide, hanging quietly.
The windows on all four sides were wide open, and the wind poured in from all directions and swirled around the clock body.
Qin Tiexin stood still and slowly raised his hand.
This time, he added spiritual power and Qi and Blood. He pressed his palm on the bell body and the force penetrated the copper wall.
"Buzz--"
A bell rang, swaying far away.
The bell was originally dull, but now it rang louder and louder, one sound overpowering the other, and it was heard in all directions.
Wherever the bell passed, the power of Buddha and the royal dragon energy spread out together. The mountain-protecting formation was fully activated, and the barrier started from the mountain gate and slowly took shape. With this bell as the eye of the formation, the entire temple area was contained.
On the invisible light film, Sanskrit and dragon patterns intertwine and flow.
Before the bells stopped ringing, the bracelet on Ming'an's wrist also emitted a burst of light invisible to the naked eye, spreading in all directions.
The light was extremely faint, mixed with the sound of the bells, and pushed outwards one after another.
Outside the mountain gate, the originally noisy people suddenly became quiet. Everyone's expressions softened, as if they had been baptized. Some people closed their eyes and clasped their hands, others looked up at the sky, and the corners of their mouths relaxed unconsciously.
Chen Zhao was still watching from the window, fascinated. But Su Qing had put all his attention on this child.
She put her hand on Chen Zhao's shoulder, success or failure was at this moment.
The moment the bell swept across the attic, Chen Zhao was shaken all over.
In her body, the Curse deep in the bloodline surged violently as if it had encountered a natural enemy.
The blood was hot, the skin was red, and a numbness penetrated from the seams of the bones. The face suddenly turned red, a thin layer of sweat appeared on the forehead, and the body swayed on the chair.
It wasn't just her. Chen Xiao and Chen Chen also felt strange in their bodies at the same time.
It was like some shackles were gently pried open. His blood vessels became smoother and his body became lighter.
Both of them knew the inside story of Curse, and they couldn't help but feel moved in their hearts.
Chen Chen looked at his sister first, saw her face was red, and asked hurriedly, "Medical Cultivator Su, what's wrong with her?"
Su Qing has laid Chen Zhao flat, checked it carefully, and felt for the pulse.
Pressing her fingertips on Chen Zhao's wrist, her pulse beat fast and chaotically, but there was order in the chaos, and the piece of Shitou that was hanging in her heart fell to the ground.
"It's okay." She said, "Curse in the little princess's body was eliminated a little. Qi and Blood surged for a while and fell asleep. It's a good thing."
Chen Chen did not dare to make the decision on his own, so he immediately sent a message to Chen Xiao.
Chen Xiao was working with Qin Tiexin. After hearing this, his face changed slightly, he confessed to Qin Tiexin, and hurriedly led the guards away from Zhaoming Temple and rushed to the imperial city.
This matter must be reported to the father as soon as possible.
He walked very fast, and the hem of his python robe flew behind him. The guards followed closely behind him, and the sound of the clash of armor gradually faded away.
The bells have finished ringing, and the mountain breeze blows through the hall.
Qin Tiexin stood on the bell tower, his hand still pressed on the bell, and the residual warmth of the copper wall came up through the palm of his hand, warm.
Suddenly a familiar voice came into my ears.
"Junior brother, it's done!"