Chapter 83 Asking God Every Morning
On the highest altar in the capital.
The altar is so high that it reaches into the clouds, as if you can touch the stars in the sky with just your hand.
The emperor and his court officials were standing on the altar with solemn expressions.
"May the gods protect all living beings."
"Pray for the gods to descend upon Beizhao..."
The emperor and all the civil and military officials knelt on the altar and prayed for the gods to descend.
Every year’s Lantern Festival is a festival for worshiping gods.
The entire Northern Zhao attaches great importance to the Moon Worship Festival, which is more solemn and serious than the Chinese New Year.
“Can we pray for the gods to come this year?”
The so-called arrival of the gods is just a phantom of heaven and earth, separated by tens of thousands of miles and countless heavens.
God descends, what a touching word.
"Why do we worship the Lord God every year during the Lantern Festival? Is today His birthday?" A little prince asked his mother in a low voice.
The bald little monk said: "No."
"Because, the days when He descended as a god were all during the Lantern Festival."
"It is rumored that he descended to the mortal world six times. All six times were during the Lantern Festival, so people in the mortal world set the Lantern Festival as the day to worship the main god. There is a chance to gain the mercy of the gods." The little monk stood beside the virtuous concubine, who held his hand tightly.
The little monk is the fourth prince.
He was born with a bad fate and was sent to the Huguo Temple to be raised. Concubine Xian fell seriously ill every year because she missed her son so much.
In previous years, the Spring Festival was a heartbreaking day for her.
The whole family was reunited, but she was separated from her own flesh and blood. She was always worried about the fate of Beizhao and the people. She was afraid that natural disasters would continue and that they would have to sacrifice her son to the gods.
This year, Concubine Xian always had a smile on her face.
Tomorrow, the fifteenth day, the emperor will return to the temple again.
The usually arrogant Concubine Xian secretly wiped away her tears.
"Mother, are you cold?" The little monk was a little thin. Even though he had attendants taking care of him in the temple, he was still pitifully thin.
But life in the temple was hard, and he had to follow his master in doing morning prayers and get up very early every day.
"Mother is not cold, but is my son cold?" Concubine Xian held back the bitterness in her heart, suppressed her tears, and smiled at her son.
The fourth prince pursed his lips and shook his head. His little bald head looked particularly cute.
Concubine Xian is heartbroken.
I really hope that a god can come and save the prince’s life.
She did not ask for the prince to be rich and powerful, nor did she ask for him to sit on the supreme position. She only asked for him to be in her arms and raised by her side.
The virtuous concubine was the daughter of Lord Li, the Duke of Protectorate, and she entered the palace with great fanfare.
Some even speculated that if Concubine Xian gave birth to a prince, it would threaten the position of the Empress Dowager.
When she first entered the palace, Concubine Xian was quite arrogant.
He always tried to compare himself with the queen.
Who knows...
In recent years, Concubine Xian has learned to worship Buddha for the sake of the Fourth Prince.
His temperament became calmer.
"Fourth brother, you know so much." The little prince looked envious.
The fourth prince pursed his lips, looking embarrassed: "There is a library in the Huguo Temple, I often go there."
He was also very envious, envious of his older brothers and younger brothers who could always be with their parents.
"The worship has begun."
All the children stood obediently beside their mothers, not daring to move or talk.
My father takes the divine descent very seriously, and no one dares to act rashly.
The emperor was dressed in bright yellow, followed by the little prince, both of them holding incense in their hands respectfully.
The emperor prayed devoutly in the temple, begging the gods to come down from heaven.
The emperor looked up at the sky, but there was still no movement.
He sighed softly, looking lost.
"The last time a god descended from the sky was on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month thirty-four years ago." Xu Yiting looked at the sky with a deep expression.
"Lord Xu remembers it very clearly. The last time was indeed thirty-four years ago."
The eighth day of the winter month.
"That day, a shadow appeared in the sky, and all the people came to worship it."
“But that day, God appeared, but did not find the person who made the wish. The huge projection of God looked down at all living beings, and after a moment, it disappeared into the sky.” Every time God descended, he was summoned, but that time was an exception.
Xu Yiting's expression changed slightly, he lowered his head slightly, frowned and said nothing.
Today, people all over the world pray to God with great anticipation.
But the gods did not respond at all.
Everyone sighed.
It was already late at night and it was a little chilly. Lu Chaochao was half asleep and half awake due to the cold.
She rubbed her eyes with her hand, but it was pitch black all around and she couldn't see anything.
Oh, she was lying under the altar waiting to steal the roast chicken.
I don’t know whether the worship of gods has been completed.
Lu Chaochao sniffed, the air was filled with the smell of roast chicken.
Suddenly...
A disembodied voice appeared in my ears.
It seemed to have broken through the void.
It seems to be right in front of us.
And, somewhat familiar.
But Lu Chaochao couldn't remember anything. She just felt her mind was in a daze, as if some of her memory had been taken away.
She patted her head.
The voice became clearer.
Suddenly, there was a scream outside.
"It's the gods, it's the gods, it's the gods that have come!!"
"Oh my god, the God who hasn't appeared for more than 30 years has appeared again!!"
The emperor, who was about to step down from the platform, suddenly looked up at the sky.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared in the sky. It seemed that the shadow was outside the ninth heaven and its face could not be seen clearly.
He looks down upon all living beings from a high place, and mortals only take one glance at him and then dare not look up again.
"Quick, go back to the altar!" The emperor led all the civil and military officials back to the altar quickly.
“God has descended.”
The emperor's heart beat like thunder, and the gods responded.
For whom did the gods come?
Which lucky guy did the gods choose?
"Quick, send someone to find out who it is that got the response from the gods when praying. Tell him about Bei Zhao's prayers and ask him to pray for Bei Zhao at all costs. We can compensate him! Even promotion and honor are fine." The emperor looked impatient.
At the command, countless people left the palace.
"What does he want?"
"Want to prolong your life? Want to be promoted to a higher position? Want to...found a country?" The prince murmured in a low voice.
The ancestor emperor of Dai Viet next door prayed to become an emperor when the gods descended.
In the end, he really became the founding ancestor of the country.
Everyone's heart was beating like thunder when they heard the god ask, "What is your wish?"
Ask God.
This is asking God.
The gods are about to display their gifts.
Lu Chaochao picked his ears, it was so noisy.
It was really noisy. No matter how I covered my ears, I could still hear the words, "What is your wish?"
What do you want?
"I can give you everything in the world. Immortality? Fame? Wealth?" The god's voice was indifferent and a little distorted.
Lu Chaochao
Immortality?
Fame and fortune?
rich? What is that?
Worthless junk.
The emperor listened to the god's question and looked anxious: "Any news? Has the petitioner been found?"
"There is no news from His Majesty yet."
"I can give you everything you want." The god's voice was empty, as if it transcended time and space.
Lu Chaochao's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Tell me your wish, I can fulfill all your wishes."
Lu Chaochao gurgled and crawled out from under the altar.
At this moment, she was the only one left in the yard.
Everybody went out to see the gods descend.
She pointed at the roast chicken on the table and asked seriously, "Can you give me the roast chicken?"
Can you give me your roast chicken?
God.
There was a strange silence.
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