Humans cannot marry gods.
An old monk prostrated himself on the ground in the posture of worshiping Buddha, a senior Taoist priest also bowed his head and knelt in worship, and the leader of Weiming Hall led a group of cadres and bent their bodies into a 90-degree angle.
Behind the masters, a group of bewildered young apprentices were completely bewildered. Some were in a daze, others were scrolling through their phones. A few even opened social media and posted dynamic messages: "During a power outage, a picture of a rabbit jumping over a rainbow bridge suddenly appeared on the white screen. Was it my eyes, or was this truly a supernatural event?"
Someone immediately responded: "Speaking of which, a few days ago, after a major power outage at Banzhan, the lights in the entire building flickered on and off, creating a golden puppet show. The cadaver repairer decoded the Morse code and decoded an interesting message."
"Wow, is this true? Then what's happening in the A University gymnasium today is also..." "Don't worry about the gymnasium, it's crazy outside! All the signs and neon lights are flashing in sync, it's like aliens are sending messages!" The disciples whispered to each other and made a lot of noise. Some of them clicked on the website posted by the restorer and studied the clues in the video.
One disciple was playing a video, but because he forgot to turn down the volume, a sudden booming sound came from the speaker of his phone. The old Taoist priest, still kneeling, turned around and yelled, "What are you doing? There's a god! Why don't you worship now?"
“What kind of gods are there and why should we worship them?” Not only the disciples, but also the guests around were confused.
"The scene is filled with the aura of a deity. Can't you sense it, you bunch of idiots?" An old monk nearby added, "Yes, there's more than one deity here. I don't know their title, and they're not among the Buddhas or Bodhisattvas, but they're definitely there."
"Eh, eh, eh!" Despite their differences, the Buddhist and Taoist disciples were all shocked and excited. Although Hu Zilin and Su Huilian, who had always worshipped only the Earth God and Wenchang, didn't want to dance with a group of unidentified clergy, they couldn't help but raise their heads at the news, wondering which gods had come to "intervene" at their loved ones' farewell ceremony.
All the guests in Weiming Hall stood up and saluted, but the acting hall master remained calm and composed, his butt glued to his chair, showing no reverence at all. He poked the back of the man sitting directly in front of him.
"Boy, lend me a pen."
Hu Zilin quickly wiped away his snot and tears, and took out a ballpoint pen given by the candidate from his backpack.
The acting hall master took out the crumpled invitation letter from his right pocket, flattened it, and found a blank space to write on.
He leaned the invitation against the back of Hu Zilin's chair, and his writing moved like a dragon dancing with a phoenix, or like a spring worm or an autumn snake. No matter how Hu Zilin held up his mobile phone to illuminate it or looked at it from any angle, he could hardly make out a single word of it.
"Ah, you read too fast and I don't have time to write!" The acting hall master shouted to the air.
He used too much force and the pen tube broke in two at the joint, and the spring and the pen core sprayed out together.
Hu Zilin sniffed.
"Brother Hu, what are you writing?" He heard Yuan Tianqi mention that the acting hall master had the same surname Hu as the two brothers, but no one knew his real name. They only knew that the hall master and the cadres called him "Brother Bao."
"Oh, forget it." The acting hall master gave up the idea of retrieving the pen refill and said, "I'm writing down the words your brother wants to leave for the world."
"Hey! My brother is here!" Hu Zilin exclaimed in a voice no less loud than those disciples combined.
The acting hall master tapped him on the forehead.
"Nonsense! Today is his seventh day after death and his funeral, so it's normal for him to be here. However, the one on the podium is a clone of his spirit, and the real one is still on the moon."
"Moon" Hearing this, Su Huilian, Wei Mingtang and others, along with a few monks and masters, turned around and saluted, but the acting hall master only cared about Hu Zilin.
"Your spiritual awareness is not yet open, so you can't feel anything, and of course you can't hear what he said."
"That...Brother Bao, I really want to see my brother again. Could you please..." Before Hu Zilin finished speaking, the acting hall master bit his right thumb and blood splattered.
He raised his bleeding finger and poked a spot on the center of his forehead, between his eyebrows, and on his philtrum, muttering something.
After a moment, the acting hall master pulled Hu Zilin's shoulders back to face the podium. "Alright, turn around and look at the screen. Ah, he's just finished speaking and is about to leave! We're a step too late!"
"What, what?" Hu Zilin only vaguely heard "The Jade Rabbit on the moon will surely bless everyone with a happy life."
Immediately, a clear and pleasant female voice came from the sky, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone can pack up and go home!" Soon, the rainbow on the white screen gradually faded, and the pink figure on the rainbow became increasingly hazy.
Almost at the same time, the lights on the dome of the gymnasium resumed lighting, the giant screen once again projected the documentary film of Hu Ziyu's memories, the glass of the entrances and exits on the first floor opened and closed freely, and the surrounding shops and residents also gradually resumed normal power supply.
"Brother" Hu Zilin didn't know where the inspiration or intuition came from, and he was sure that the pink-clothed figure on the rainbow must be Hu Ziyu.
He took three quick steps at a time and quickly jumped onto the stage, passing the two people in front of the podium and standing in the center of the screen.
The president, who was directing the guests to take their seats again, recognized him at a glance.
"Mr. Hu" Yuan Tianqi in the audience also called: "Xiao Lin"
Hu Zilin was filled with anxiety. He grabbed the microphone in his hand and shouted to the mages, monks and others below: "Did you see that? It's my brother! He was talking to us right here just now. Did you feel it?"
"Xiaoyu is back!" Yuan Tianqi was both delighted and heartbroken. "Masters, you can see Xiaoyu is right beside us, right?" The mages, Taoist priests, and the others exchanged bewilderment. Though they could see a few faint figures, no one could guarantee that Hu Ziyu was among them. The acting hall master tucked the wrinkled invitation back into his trouser pocket, lazily stood up, and spoke.
"Three minutes ago, they were still there, but now they're gone! The only ones left are those responsible for the sound and light effects."
"Ah..." Everyone frowned, tilted their heads, or showed an incredible expression.
The acting hall master put his hands on his hips, shook his head, and smacked his lips. "The psychics of this world are truly getting worse with each generation! They haven't even mastered clairvoyance, how can they possibly be the spokesperson for ghosts and gods? Poor Yuan family kid, all that money has been wasted!"
The two masters and the official hall master didn't want to retort, but one disciple couldn't stand it anymore and retorted: "Who do you think you are? Tell me, which god is here?"
"Good question! Let me, the one who can hear it directly, tell you the whole story." The acting hall master turned to look at Yuan Tianqi and made a gesture of "giving me the microphone." Yuan Tianqi had no choice but to follow the instructions.
"Hello, check the microphone." The acting leader not only wanted to confirm the microphone, but also asked to turn on the loudspeaker.
"Reporters, politicians, religious figures, family-loving individuals who have infiltrated to investigate the enemy, and fellow students, listen carefully. This Hu Ziyu, the deceased we are commemorating tonight, ascended to heaven on the day of his passing. He has now officially become the Jade Rabbit God of the Moon Palace."
"What the hell!" Everyone was talking about it and the crowd was in uproar. However, these reactions were all within the expectations of the acting hall master.
"I know you won't believe me, but human habit is to rely on your own eyes. Now, everyone, open your phones and compare them with the Banqiao Funeral Home and the strange phenomena in the shopping district tonight. You'll know what the gods are trying to convey."
Everyone started swiping their phones. The leader of Weiming Hall approached him and whispered, "Abao, is this true, Yutu? Doesn't that mean..."
"Not bad," the acting hall master nodded.
"Our boss has been replaced. From now on, Weimingtang will have to erect a plaque." After saying that, he nodded his beard and nose, and called Yuan Tianqi over to talk.
"Listen carefully, boy. Humans cannot marry gods. You must give up tonight's wedding."
"How can that be! I..." The acting hall master suddenly slapped Yuan Tianqi's mouth as he was about to speak.
"Yes, that's impossible. Now, you must do more good deeds and accumulate more merits. Only after death can you be taken to heaven and meet your beloved again." Hu Zilin said anxiously: "Brother Bao, what should I do?"
The acting hall master replied: "Study hard and decide your future direction carefully, so as not to disappoint your brother's expectations. Also, you had the murderous intention before, so you have lost a lot of merits. When you have spare time in the future, you must find a way to make up for it. It's a pity that I can help you open your third eye, but you don't have time to see anything. Let me help you close it..." Before he finished speaking, a delicate and dry hand suddenly stretched out from behind the three people and grabbed a corner of the acting hall master's shirt.
He was a young boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old.
The almond-shaped eye sockets, oval face, delicate and beautiful facial features, fair and rosy complexion, and silly temperament are all similar to the Hu brothers.
"Is what you just said true?" the boy asked with a trembling voice.
"Of course it's true! If there's even a hint of falsehood, Master Lei would be standing on the roof of the gymnasium right now. Just ask him to strike me to death." said the acting hall master.
The young man nodded slightly to Hu Zilin, Su Huilian, and the others, and briefly introduced himself: "Hello, I'm Hu Ziru, Uncle Ziyu's nephew..." Then, after a pause of several seconds, he slowly began: "Actually, I saw the rainbow bridge, the rabbit, the lion, the tiger, and so on on the stage just now..."
Through his soul's eyes, Hu Ziyu took in the familiar A University campus, his few remaining relatives and friends, his brother, and his lover for the last time. When he saw Hui and She, he made up his mind: once he was more familiar with the compilation and operation of the marriage book, he would definitely fill in their names.
From above, the Moon God spoke: "Everyone can go home now!" Ling Hong also telepathically transmitted: "Alright, call back the spirits."
Hu Ziyu responded with a "hmm", making way for the Rainbow Fairy and Lingbo sisters who were in charge of special effects to return to the view first, and then he pinched his fingers and chanted the spell to return the soul to its place.
"I have been summoned back..." As soon as the first sentence was finished, a dazzling red and white flash appeared on the projection screen of Yutu Temple.
The three female fairies who were about to step into the temple were instantly shot back to the human world by a swift and fierce beam of light.
What's going on?
Ling Hong, Hu Ziyu, and the remaining members of the Dragon Palace team were all stunned. After the flash faded, the screen was dark. It was not that the newly purchased projection equipment had malfunctioned, but that the power supply to the A University Gymnasium had been cut off again.
A few flashes of light appeared on the curved dome, and a few thunderclaps were heard. The gods instinctively thought that it was the work of the Thunder Master, and they all looked up at the roof.
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