Gu Zuo watched the golden light shooting out from the forest below the mountain, rubbed his eyes, and murmured, "Your Highness, I saw the golden light again, just now..."
Murong Yu calmly replied, "You've misunderstood."
Duan Yang chimed in from the side, "Mm."
As the scattered green fluorescent light entered his body, Gu Zuo felt all the fatigue of the past few days disappear, and his heart was greatly shaken.
This experience remained deeply etched in his mind, and he continued to recount it to his children and grandchildren in his old age.
There are many people like him.
During his reign, Murong Zhi did not ban the legends about the Holy Son, and even mentioned them in historical records. As a result, hundreds and thousands of years later, people still talked about the legends of the Holy Son appearing in the world at the end of the reign of Emperor Wen and Emperor Wu and during the An Ding period.
Tianfo Temple
The golden light flew back into the temple and returned to the hall where it was enshrined.
The abbot looked up at the clear sky, where the rosy clouds, refracted by the sunlight, cast a warm yellow glow, dispelling the lingering chill in the air.
The abbot smiled and said, "Amitabha, well said, well said." Then he lowered his head and continued chanting the scriptures.
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The people, seeing the sky ablaze with crimson clouds and dotted with green lights, knelt in worship. As the lights descended, the elderly and children who had fallen ill from the cold were healed. Someone in the crowd excitedly shouted, "Holy Son! The Holy Son has appeared in the world! A similar miracle occurred in the capital a few months ago. I was there and witnessed it with my own eyes. I never thought I would see it again in my lifetime!" Having said this, he knelt and kowtowed devoutly, saying, "Thank you, Holy Son, for your blessing!" Seeing this, everyone else knelt down as well, saying, "Thank you, Holy Son, for your blessing!"
Qingshan Cliff
With everyone working together, the water level receded after half a day, and Murong Yu ordered his soldiers to notify the people to stop digging.
The officers and soldiers accepted their orders and left.
Before long, the people who were digging ditches upstream gradually stopped their work and returned home.
By this time, Mu Qing had already returned to Murong Yu's side.
Looking at the group of furry creatures, big and small, still huffing and puffing as they dug a hole on the other side of the river, he couldn't help but smile.
Turning to Murong Yu, she said, "Ayu, you guys go back first." As she spoke, she gestured with her eyes towards the opposite bank. Murong Yu understood and coughed lightly to cover the smile on his lips, saying, "Okay."
After saying that, he left with his group.
After the person had gone far away, Mu Qing circulated the wood energy in his body and traveled across the river to the other side.
The group of furry creatures stopped what they were doing, looked at Mu Qing, and smelled the fresh scent of grass and trees on him. They seemed to want to get closer but were also a little hesitant.
Just then, a small, pure white fluffy ball of fur shot straight at Mu Qing like a cannonball, causing him to stumble. Immediately afterward, a large, pure white fluffy ball of fur walked over with elegant, unhurried steps. Reaching Mu Qing's side, it swatted the small ball back with a paw, lowered its front legs and fluffy head in a gesture of respect, even pressing the small ball down with its paw. Mu Qing couldn't help but chuckle at this sight.
The tiger's action seemed to have flipped a switch, and a group of furry creatures gathered around Mu Qing, bowing their heads in a gesture of respect.
Mu Qing circulated the wood energy within his body and sent it into the furry creatures' bodies. The energy passed through their bodies, carrying away the water droplets on their fur, relieving their fatigue, and alleviating their hunger.
Mu Qing looked down at the little tiger whimpering under the big tiger's paws, and felt a surge of joy. He reached out and gently stroked the big tiger's head, carefully freeing the little tiger from its massive paws. He bent down and gently stroked its fluffy little head. The little tiger rested its paws on Mu Qing's hand, its round eyes staring at him. Seeing this, the other fluffy creatures also gathered around, and Mu Qing patiently stroked them one by one.
The scene of the boy being surrounded by a group of fluffy creatures by the river was witnessed by Old Man Li, the storyteller of Shanghe Village.
He thought to himself, "All things have a spirit; this saying is indeed true." Afterward, he turned this scene into various stories that were widely circulated.
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