Standing in front of the mountain gate waiting, many ordinary people looked at the nobles pouring in from the front, each of them very confused.
Last year, it was also a day of blessing, but there were not so many princes and nobles coming. Today was particularly different, which made the people around very curious.
"Why are there so many noble people this year?" someone wondered.
Someone who had heard the news whispered, "They all came for Master Wuchen."
"What? Master Wuchen is coming."
The news about Master Wuchen's arrival at the Jokhang Temple quickly spread among the people.
Dai Xiang and others had also heard of this person in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and their eyes were shining with excitement.
When the first golden light from the horizon illuminated the earth, the ancient and ancient gate slowly opened, and a group of monks walked out. The consul monk performed a Buddhist salute to the believers in front of the mountain gate.
"Dear donors, thank you for your patience. Before entering the mountain, please enter in order and avoid pushing and shoving. Whether you are the first or the last, the Buddha's blessings are the same."
Everyone put their palms together and returned the greeting respectfully. No matter whether they were princes or ordinary people, no one dared to be disrespectful in front of the royal temple.
Standing at the front were the princes and nobles of Chang'an City, who entered first, followed by officials, and finally ordinary people.
Bei Yutang and his group walked to the middle position. After entering the mountain gate, there was a long flight of stone steps. A group of princes and nobles walked slowly down the stairs. After half an hour, they arrived at the prayer square of the Jokhang Temple.
The entire square is about several hundred feet wide and can accommodate tens of thousands of people. At the front is a stone platform four or five meters high, which is filled with various offerings to the heavens.
At the hour of Chen, the blessing ceremony officially began.
After the blessing, Master Wuchen will give a lecture once every ten years. This is what everyone looks forward to the most. For many ordinary people, being able to see Master Wuchen from afar is worth the trip.
After the abbot, who was over fifty years old, stepped down, an elegant young man slowly walked up to the stone platform. He stood in the golden light of the rising sun, his light blue robe fluttering in the morning breeze. He stared at the sky quietly, as if he didn't hear the noisy whispers and exclamations in the square.
Bei Yutang had long known that Master Wuchen was an elegant and handsome man, so she shouldn't have been as surprised as the others. But when she saw the spotless man, who looked like he had stepped out of a painting, she realized how empty and pale the words of the unscrupulous author were.
Quietly... Everyone stared at that figure, and everything seemed to be still because of that spotless figure.
Everyone only saw a quiet and peaceful light blue figure that seemed to blend into nature.
The elegant man made a strange gesture towards the sky, then slowly sat down on the cushion. His clear and flawless eyes glanced at the people below, and a voice like the warm spring breeze and the refreshing summer breeze rang out in the square.
Instantly, everyone's attention was drawn to that figure and that magical voice. Regardless of whether they were feeling restless, depressed, or jealous, at that moment, they all returned to calm, quietly listening to the Buddhist chanting that echoed across the square.
Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, leaving people with a lingering feeling.
After Master Wuchen finished his lecture, it was time for the fortune-telling session, the one everyone was most eagerly awaiting. At this moment, everyone, no matter if they were royalty or ordinary people, held their breath, quietly awaiting Master Wuchen's arrival on the stone platform.
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