Chapter 74 The Power of Faith
074 The Power of Faith
Only half an hour after Wang and his party had set off, a piece of gossip began to spread in Ping'an Town that the master of Ping'an Temple had suddenly opened his eyes, and something big was about to happen.
Such irresponsible remarks attracted a constant stream of pilgrims to visit, so much so that when Xiang Jiannan found out what was going on, he immediately brought a small stool and sat at the entrance of the temple.
Everyone came here to see the clay statue of the master. Apart from daily courtesies, no one wanted to pay any attention to me. The incense hall was already crowded at this time. If I arrived a little later, I would easily be squeezed out of my advantageous position.
Although the young Taoist priest explained many times that things were not as everyone speculated, the yellow Taoist robe hanging on the clay statue of the master made it impossible for everyone to believe it.
Why cover your eyes if you don't open them? This young Taoist priest was not as straightforward as his master. He just explained a few words and then kept silent. When asked questions, he just patted his chest.
Worshiping the master now is more effective than before. It is better to act than to think. The incense has already been prepared for you.
What is going on!
Seeing more and more people coming to join in the fun, Xiang Jiannan basked in the sun, feeling like the only one sober while everyone else was drunk. Everyone seemed to know that the clay statue of their master had opened its eyes, and they talked as if they had seen it with their own eyes. He stood at the door and listened for a long time, and gradually became confused by their affirmation.
When did this happen? Why did I, the only young Taoist priest in Ping'an Temple, become shaken? The clay statue of my master only had some cracks, so how could it suddenly be related to a supernatural event like the opening of eyes?
I am almost believing what I am saying.
The so-called opening of eyes is a folk saying in the Zhou Dynasty. To put it simply, it means something similar to a miracle. As far as I can remember, there are sporadic incidents of such events occurring on several statues that are enshrined. They are said to be mysterious and the most fatal point is that they are all covered with something.
This is similar to the way Ping An Temple handles it, so it’s no wonder that the people in the temple believe it so firmly.
"Master, may you bless me!"
"My Zhang family wants a son this year!"
"Please Master, let our Jingxuan be on the list as soon as possible!"
People were rushing about outside the temple, while pious sounds could be heard constantly during the collective worship inside the temple. At this point, Xiang Jiannan had been completely excluded from the carnival. Hearing the appeal coming from behind him again, he could not help but pick up his stool and quickly changed his position.
I don't know how many times this has happened at this hour, but Old Man Chen's voice is still as respectful as ever. For Chen Jingxuan, he never gives up any opportunity. Among so many people, his voice is the loudest every time they pay homage, as if he is deliberately half a beat late, and each time it comes through it is particularly clear.
The old man is very scheming. He is afraid that people will gossip and his master will not be able to hear his wish.
"Little Taoist priest, it's so lively today."
After sitting down again, he felt even more uncomfortable in his chest. As soon as the chaotic noise behind him passed, Xiang Jiannan saw Li Jin's figure, who suddenly rushed out from the crowd of pilgrims. He stopped in front of him and just took a quick look inside the temple with the crowd ahead.
The entire yard was almost packed with people, yet no trouble occurred despite the crowds. Everyone was secretly competing with each other, restraining themselves and trying hard to squeeze into the incense hall. The young Taoist priest seemed to be in pain, and his expression would frown from time to time.
"Studying wonders."
Unexpectedly, Li Jin would appear again so soon. Feeling uncomfortable, Xiang Jiannan looked up and saw that the person did not stand up.
We are all casual people, and after meeting each other so many times, we are already familiar with each other's personalities.
I just saw clearly how Li Jin moved forward, but I couldn't describe the feeling. Compared with last time, I have indeed made some progress.
"A spectacle?"
Seeing Xiang Jiannan heaved a sigh of relief when he answered, Li Jin looked inside the temple and began to become curious. Along the way, he had heard about some things that happened in Ping'an Temple intermittently. Now seeing the young Taoist priest's disdainful tone, he of course realized that there was something wrong.
The master's clay statue opened its eyes? It really doesn't seem like that.
As an employee of the Demon-Suppressing Division, Li Jin is always used to pursuing rigor when encountering things. It is not impossible that the eyes opened, but for the Ping'an Temple, it still needs to be verified. There were many places in the Great Zhou Dynasty where clay statues were enshrined. The smaller the place, the more outrageous the story would be. Many of them were exaggerated by the narrators. Once it passed through the ears of several people, the content would gradually deviate from the facts.
From the first time I heard it, I was a little bit unconvinced. It is not so easy to open my eyes, unless there is something hidden in this Ping An Temple.
In the real cases that he knew of, such as the clay statue suddenly opening its eyes, it was all because some uncontrollable things happened in the place, which required some power beyond the existing practice system to smooth out, which led to the subsequent scene of people worshipping. Ping'an Temple was not outstanding among the known temples in the Great Zhou Dynasty. If it really opened its eyes, things might be more troublesome.
Past experience told me that if things went wrong, the entire Ping'an Town would be implicated, but when I saw the Taoist priest's expression, my worries instantly dissipated.
There is a misunderstanding here.
"You should ask others. They know more than a little Taoist like me."
Not wanting to explain any more to Li Jin, as the heavy feeling in his chest disappeared again, Xiang Jiannan stood up and picked up the stool with one hand, "No one wants to believe what I say. Everyone seems to know better than me..."
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After saying that, he invited Li Jin to come to the temple, wanting to hear what the master would say in front of the Demon Subduing Division personnel.
You can't not tell the truth to Li Jin. This old Taoist priest forgets everything when he sees benefits.
"learn."
The two of them had just stepped over the threshold but had not yet reached the incense hall. They were trying to squeeze out a path from the crowd. Just as they twisted their bodies, Xiang Jiannan saw the crowd in front of them automatically split into two sides. Holding a whisk in his hand, he signaled everyone not to be impatient. Gao Yuan walked out of the incense hall at this time.
After meeting Xiang Jiannan and Li Jin, he turned around and led the way, and only stopped when he got close to the clay statue of his master.
As the two Taoist priests in Ping An Temple returned to their seats at the same time, under the self-righteous leadership of Old Man Chen, the pilgrims inside and outside the hall all knelt down again: "Ancestor, may our Jing Xuan be blessed!"
"Those behind, be careful!"
Here it comes again. Looking at the group of people kneeling in front of him in an extremely neat row, Xiang Jiannan's mind was filled with embarrassment. He felt that he was committing fraud. He looked at his master, not understanding how he could be so complacent.
No serious Taoist priest would do this. When I thought of this, my chest suddenly felt heavy again.
Bang, bang, bang! As Mr. Chen and the others hit their foreheads against the ground three times in a row, Xiang Jiannan felt that his heart seemed to tremble as well. Unable to bear the condemnation in his heart, he was about to leave the incense hall when he felt something gathering in his chest.
It was extremely familiar. As my heart continued to beat violently, the red light that had disappeared for a long time appeared before my eyes again. Compared with any previous time, the feeling of cohesion this time was more real, as if it was condensing into a point in my chest, and my breathing was becoming more and more difficult as I fell straight down.
“Books, books.”
It was difficult to control his body. He opened his mouth and repeated only a few words. Then Xiang Jiannan's eyes rolled back and he was about to faint. Before he fell to the ground, he felt all the pores in his body suddenly open up, and the sound of countless running water rushed into his ears, hidden in the darkness, and soon stopped and disappeared in an instant.
Disconnect from yourself abruptly.
(End of this chapter)