Chapter 193 Filial Piety Moves the Divine
At midnight, dark clouds covered the sky.
In the courtyard of the Zhang family's ancestral home, everyone was dumbfounded.
Although Taoist Priest Liu, Taoist Priest Pan, Master Shi Xue and others knew that Master Fang had great magical powers, they never expected that he not only predicted that Zhang Taigong would ascend to heaven tonight, but also predicted it at midnight!
At this moment, people from both the Han, Zhong, Buddhist and Taoist circles were all horrified. Only then did they realize that there was no false reputation and that Master Fang was indeed the only sacred person living in the world.
"The real person is really amazing!"
"If you say midnight, it's midnight!"
"I have heard that in ancient times there were immortals who could lift up the heaven and earth and control yin and yang. I don't know if Immortal Fang can lift up the heaven and earth, but today I have seen him control yin and yang with my own eyes!"
"As expected of a true immortal."
"The Buddha's Dharma is unparalleled."
The monks and Taoists were whispering to each other, unable to stop expressing their admiration for the other person's ability to decide life and death.
The Zhang family's reaction was completely different.
Those who truly cared about Mr. Zhang ran into the house crying and wailing.
Some people also looked horrified when they recalled that "Master Fang is a quack who wants to cheat people out of money."
Only then did this small group of people realize that Master Fang was just as the legends said, and he could follow the laws of heaven and earth, be like the sun and the moon, distinguish the stars, follow the yin and yang, and distinguish the four seasons, and was omnipotent.
Doesn’t the sacred being who can decide life and death know what they are saying?
Those who had called Fang Yi a "quack" felt deeply troubled, fearing that he would bring upon himself divine punishment.
"Master Fang, please forgive me."
"I didn't mean to say anything bad about you."
"As the saying goes, ignorance is not a crime. Master Fang, please don't blame me."
This group of people didn't care at all whether Zhang Taigong had ascended to heaven or not. They just stood there and prayed for divine forgiveness. You can imagine how unfilial they were.
Perhaps God was moved and was saddened by the passing of Zhang Taigong.
Boom, rumble.
A dull thunder rumbled.
It was raining heavily and the sky was crying.
Just when the reactions from all parties were different.
Zhang Mengji seemed to have made a firm decision.
He took a deep breath, rushed into the heavy rain without even taking an umbrella, and then drove quickly towards the city.
…
Another place, in the hotel.
Many foreign tourists stayed here at different times.
For example, the people sent by the Thai monk Long Thao.
Another example is the chief priest of a shrine in Sanchung.
There are also Korean Protestants.
In the luxurious suite upstairs.
Charun Chai Na, grandson of Long Tok Monk, is communicating with a young man.
"Did you find out anything?"
"I heard that Mr. Fang, the reincarnation of the Buddha, stayed at the Jingyi Hotel. Many local Taoist and Buddhist people went to visit him today, but found nothing."
"No sermon like last time?"
"No, but I heard a rumor that Mr. Fang predicted that a famous local religious elder would die at midnight tonight."
"Oh, keep getting the news."
There is another suite not far away.
The palace steward who was living a normal life was also listening to the report.
"Mr. Ito, I heard that Master Fang calculated the exact time of death of a local Taoist master, and now the grandson of that Taoist master is kneeling downstairs of the Jingyi Hotel and begging Master Fang to save him."
"How can a dead person be resurrected? But Master Fang is really amazing in calculating the exact time of a person's death."
Compared to the room where the people sent by Monk Longtuo and Xiaori Gongsi lived.
The people sent by Korean Protestant Pastor Li lived in much more shabby conditions.
It's just an ordinary standard room.
And they didn't hear much information.
"Didn't Mr. Fang preach like he did last time?"
"No, he drove away all those Taoists and monks, smite."
"It seems that there is a high possibility that he is a liar. He was probably not prepared this time and was found by the monks and Taoist priests, so he was unwilling to preach like last time."
…
In the suite of Jingyi Hotel.
Fang Yi had already known the news of Zhang Taigong's ascension.
At the same time, he also knew that Zhang Mengji was kneeling downstairs begging him to save people.
However, Fang Yi did not go down. He even closed his eyes and used his spiritual sense to search the Han Zhong, looking for something to summon him.
Previously, he had used his magical perception to know Zhang Taigong's status in the Han, Zhong, Buddhist and Taoist worlds, just like the "leader of the martial arts world" in ancient times.
If he really saved him, he would surely gain the support of the vast majority of people in both the Hanzhong, Buddhist and Taoist circles.
"Now is not the time."
Fang Yi has his own plans.
If we try to revive him now, perhaps others would think that Zhang Taigong was not really dead at all, but was just in a state of suspended animation, and was awakened by himself "by chance".
Another thing is, as a dignified Taoist priest, wouldn't it be very unworthy for me to take the initiative to resurrect someone?
It is better to have a "wonderful reason" before saving people.
For example, "Filial piety moves heaven."
Now this "wonderful reason" is kneeling and praying downstairs.
Fang Yi naturally had to wait for the right time to rescue people.
"I hope Zhang Mengji won't let me down."
To be honest, he was a little afraid that Zhang Mengji would run away after kneeling for a while, and then he would have no reason to save him.
…
Time goes by day by day.
On the first day, it rained heavily and Zhang Mengji knelt downstairs in the rain for the whole night.
The next day, the sun was shining brightly and Zhang Mengji, who was kneeling, almost fainted from heatstroke several times.
On the third day, a typhoon and heavy rain hit, and the Hanzhong Meteorological Observatory issued a blue warning signal. Zhang Mengji, who had not drunk a drop of water, was almost blown down by the strong winds several times.
But he remained kneeling there, kowtowed and begged for help with a pious look on his face.
When many people from the Buddhist and Taoist circles learned about this, they were all moved by his filial piety and could not help but sigh with emotion.
There's no point sighing any further.
Because today is the day of Zhang Taigong's funeral.
People from both the Buddhist and Taoist circles knew that Master Fang was determined not to save anyone.
Zhang Mengji also looked desperate.
What surprised the outside world the most was that Zhang Mengji had been kneeling downstairs of the hotel for three days, but no one from the Zhang family came to stop him.
The reason is that the Zhang family is caught up in a power struggle, and everyone is vying for benefits. Who cares about Zhang Mengji?
However, in such a situation.
Just when Zhang Mengji was extremely desperate and his body could no longer hold on.
A golden light suddenly shone above his head, blocking all the heavy rain and strong winds.
Immediately, the extraordinary and saintly Master Fang appeared in mid-air and sighed, "Fool, why bother?"
Zhang Mengji, who was originally in despair, never expected that Master Fang would show up at the last moment.
His face was filled with tears and rain, and he kowtowed again, saying in a tearful voice: "Master, be merciful. Mengji begs you to save my grandfather. As long as Master is willing to help, I am willing to offer everything I have and work like a slave to repay Master."
"It's rare that you have such filial piety."
Master Fang seemed to be moved. "Well, today I will make an exception and go against the will of heaven. Come with me to save your grandfather."
Zhang Mengji was overjoyed, and slammed his forehead against the concrete floor again, making a bang bang sound. "Thank you for your kindness, Master. I will never forget it."
As he spoke, he stood up hastily, saying, "I'll go and open it right away... Ouch, hiss."
I knelt for too long.
Zhang Mengji fell down just as he was about to stand up.
A gourd appeared in Master Fang's hand at some point.
He took out a pill from the gourd and said, "Take this pill."
Zhang Mengji didn’t know what medicine this was, but he didn’t dare to ask any more questions. He just took it and swallowed it in one gulp.
The next second, he was surprised to find that except for being extremely hungry, his legs had recovered.
Before Zhang Mengji could be surprised, he felt himself flying.
At this time, Zhang Mengji saw that there was a auspicious cloud under Master Fang's feet, supporting the two of them and flying!
…
In the courtyard of the Zhang family’s ancestral home.
A quarter of an hour ago, the direct descendants of the Zhang family were still quarreling angrily, trying to gain more benefits.
But when it was time for the funeral, everyone's faces changed. They all showed sad looks and pretended to be sad in front of outsiders.
A large group of Zhang Taigong's disciples, former officials, relatives and friends already knew what had happened.
But this was someone else's family affair, and they certainly had no way of interfering. They could only bow their heads and remain silent, secretly cursing these people for being unfilial.
The eldest grandson Zhang Qishu is currently the oldest living male in the Zhang family.
He presided over the situation with an expressionless face, and had the crystal coffin brought out and was preparing to carry it to the car.
There were monks and Taoists standing on both sides.
Behind Zhang Qishu was a large group of crying family members.
Including relatives and friends, there were estimated to be nearly a thousand people at the scene.
Because Zhang Taigong's status in both the Han, Zhong, Buddhist and Taoist circles is so high, even the media came to take pictures.
However, at this moment, Taoist Liu suddenly noticed a white cloud in the sky with auspicious light shining on it, and it was coming towards the yard at high speed.
Taoist Priest Liu pointed to the sky and said, "Everyone, look!"
Zhang Qishu, who was carrying the coffin, heard someone shouting and frowned. He wanted to scold someone, but when he saw that it was Taoist Liu, a famous local Taoist leader, he stopped himself from expressing his anger.
The other members of the Zhang family were also unhappy.
Not to mention the dozens of direct relatives of the Zhang family, even Taoist priests such as Master Pan and Master Shi Xue seemed speechless, thinking to themselves, what time is it now, and you are still shouting here?
Although they thought so, many people still instinctively looked in the direction that Taoist Priest Liu pointed.
Then many people were stunned.
I saw auspicious light shining in the sky, and a white cloud suddenly appeared in the air.
What is most shocking is that although there is a violent storm at the moment, there is no wind or rain at all where the auspicious white cloud is covering.
When Taoist Priest Pan saw him, he immediately exclaimed in delight: "The real person! The real person has arrived!"
Master Shi Xue also hurriedly said, "Everyone, the Buddha has come to attend the funeral of Zhang Taigong. Everyone, follow me and welcome the Buddha quickly."
The monks and Taoists all knelt down without caring about the muddy rain water on the ground.
Instead, the Zhang family was in trouble.
Especially the people who carried the coffin.
They can't put Zhang Taigong's crystal coffin in the mud and water, right?
Just as the Zhang family was hesitating, auspicious clouds slowly descended.
Everyone saw Zhang Mengji standing respectfully behind a young man with his hands behind his back on the auspicious cloud.
"Welcome the Holy Master."
"Welcome the Buddha to this place!"
The monks and Taoists shouted in unison.
Master Fang simply said, "I am here today for Mr. Zhang. You all, please do not be polite."
Everyone thought he was there to see Zhang Taigong off for the last time, so they all stood up after paying their respects.
On the contrary, the Zhang family was very conflicted. They didn't know whether to continue with the funeral or stop to entertain Master Fang, who had great supernatural powers and could decide life and death.
Master Fang didn't care what they thought. He walked straight to the people carrying the coffin and said softly, "Put down the coffin. I will call back the soul of Mr. Zhang."
ah?
Are you trying to summon the soul of Zhang Taigong?
Everyone was stunned when they heard this and didn't quite understand what it meant.
Especially the Zhang family, they all widened their eyes, as if they were doubting whether they had heard it wrong.
Taoist Priest Liu, Master Shi Xue and others seemed somewhat puzzled at first, but then they thought of something.
Taoist Priest Liu was instantly delighted and quickly shouted, "Brother Qi Shu, please have someone put the coffin down immediately. The Immortal Master is going to use his supreme magic to save Mr. Zhang!"
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