Live Immortal Cultivation: Ask Daoists to Believe in Science

Chapter 304 Fasting Ritual

The old forest to the west of Jiangjia Village has been determined to be a battlefield in the late Qing Dynasty.

The higher-level leaders of the relevant departments decided to conduct a protective excavation of the old forest and rebury the bones of the deceased.

Before the protective excavation, Wudang Sect and Tianyuan Taoist Temple were invited to jointly hold a ceremony of transcendence.

This is a formal Taoist fasting ceremony. The scene is very grand, and all members of the Wudang faction are dispatched. The number of participants alone is hundreds of people.

There are countless magic tools used, such as court slips, ruyis, jade books, jade seals, swords, tokens, canopy rulers, incense burners, and banners, which almost emptied the Wudang sect.

Therefore, the high merit of the fasting ceremony, that is, the main host, naturally does his part, and it is none other than Chisong Taoist priest.

After Jiang Yun finished his breakfast, he didn't even attend morning class, so he was busy with the ritual of fasting and offering sacrifices.

The preparatory work for the ceremony was busy until ten o'clock in the morning before the preparations were considered complete.

The people of Wudang built a Buddhist altar on the hill outside the old forest.

Around the altar, there are many banners and banners, which are quite magnificent.

People from the surrounding ten miles and eight villages were all attracted here. The old forest, which used to be haunted by ghosts, is now full of people's voices.

The water friends in the live broadcast room today can be regarded as an eye-opener. Many people saw this kind of fasting ceremony for the first time.

"Master Dao, why are you standing outside the crowd and not participating?"

"Holy shit, the state religion still has such a scene, it looks so grand!"

"I really want to go shopping. This should be more interesting than visiting the temple fair."

"Prince Chisong and Priest Mo Yuan on the altar are both immortal, how can they look like Jiumengzi?"

Jiang Yun looked at Shuiyou's bullet screen, and said scientifically: "Laymen, Taoist priests who preside over the ritual of fasting and offering sacrifices all need certain titles and duties, and they are collectively called deacons."

"Pindao just graduated from Daomen Comprehensive College. I'm just a little Taoist priest, and I'm not qualified to participate in such a big scene."

"It's the first time I've seen this formal fasting ceremony, not to mention you guys."

Taoist Master Chen Shikui served as a scripture attendant, responsible for displaying, arranging and collecting Taoist scrolls, and preparing for chanting, tuning and instrumentation.

After he directed his apprentice Jack to strike the bell, the fasting ritual finally officially began.

Chisong Daochang is a high-ranking deacon, ranking first among the deacons, so he was the first to go to the altar.

Daoist Mo Yuan was the prisoner, second only to Gao Gong, so he was the second to ascend the altar.

The third person on the altar, not to mention the water friends in the live broadcast room, even Jiang Yun didn't expect it.

Village head Jiang was actually wearing Taoist robes, the third person stepped onto the altar, and the third deacon was called Du Tao, which was extremely important in the fasting ceremony.

Gao Gong, Jian Zhai and Du Shuo are collectively known as the Three Masters. They each have specific functions in the ceremony, complement each other, and jointly play a guiding role in the ceremony.

"Daoist, explain to me why the old village head went up?"

【Yin-Yang Sixteen-Character Biography】: "I felt something was wrong last night. Village Chief Jiang designated him as the hidden boss."

"Hidden dragon and crouching tiger, hidden dragon and crouching tiger!"

"Even a monkey in Wudang Mountain looks like a monster, and village head Jiang looks like a boss. I think it's fine."

"Those three people were drinking like that last night, but nothing happened when they woke up this morning, which already shows the problem."

Jiang Yun scratched his head and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, you have discovered that the poor man is not hiding anything anymore."

"Actually, Uncle Jiang is a casual cultivator with a high level of morality. It's just that he doesn't like to show off and likes to live an ordinary life."

"My master told me before that if he leaves, he can ask Uncle Jiang for help if something happens."

From where Jiang Yun was standing, he couldn't see the whole process of the Zhaijiao ceremony.

After looking around for a long time, he found that the hill he stood on last night had a good view, and no one went there.

"Every layman, let's go to the top of that hill to have a look." Jiang Yun said.

Around the old forest, there are only small paths walked by herb pickers.

There are a lot of people here today, but there are very few people in other places except around the Zhaijiao ceremony.

After all, the haunted accident just happened last night, so few people dare to wander around in this old forest.

The Taoist songs of "Huaxia Praise" and "Buxu Praise" came faintly from the foot of the mountain.

In the process of climbing the mountain, Jiang Yun found a reflective emerald green color under a big tree.

After he ran over, he found that it was half a bracelet, and there was a small finger bone beside the bracelet.

The water head of this bracelet is very poor, and there is a lot of cotton inside, but since it appeared here, it is more or less considered a cultural relic.

Jiang Yun didn't touch the phalanx, but put away the bracelet, and prepared to hand it over to the archaeological team for study later.

After he climbed to the top of the mountain, he found that the view here was excellent, and he happened to be able to see the complete ritual of fasting and offering sacrifices.

Daoist Chisong held a long sword at this time and recited the Sutra of Crossing People with a very penetrating voice.

Even after more than two miles, Jiang Yun could still hear clearly when he was standing on the top of the hill.

"The way of humanity is slim, the way of immortality is boundless, and the way of ghosts is joyful!
When you are in the gate of life, immortal life is precious, and ghost life is precious;

The way of immortals is always good, and the way of ghosts is always evil;
High and clear, spiritual beauty, sad songs and space;
I only hope that the way of heaven will come true, and I don't want the way of humanity to be poor.

In the Quanmiao Mansion in the northern capital, there are thousands of ghosts.

But if you want to curb people's calculations, cut off the door of human life; Aren sings Dongzhang to capture Beiluofeng, recites demon spirits, and kills or six ghosts.

The weather is turbulent, and my Tao is prosperous. "

The sound of the scriptures echoed over the old forest, Jiang Yun saw the old forest, closed his eyes and thought of the great battle that happened here before, and shook his head helplessly.

He bowed to Lao Linzi from a distance in the sky, and said: "He who saves people is also a human being. Human beings can promote the Tao, but the Tao does not promote people."

"Every layman, there is a difference between human beings and ghosts. Recently, Tianyuan Taoist Temple and Wudang Sect set up a sacrificial offering ceremony here to save everyone. Even if you feel unwilling, let it go."

The water friends in the live broadcast room also forgot the fright they received here last night, and launched a blessing barrage in the barrage.

"I hope you will be reincarnated as soon as possible, so that you will be born with blessings!"

"This seat is here for a visit."

"I hope that everyone will not be ignorant of good and evil, and go as soon as you have to, otherwise the Taoist master will lose his temper."

"Is this for real? There can't be ghosts, right?"

"Fuck, this is actually a real scripture, I thought it was a script made up by a TV series [cover your face]"

"One thing to say, the sword dance that Taoist Chisong performed on the altar is really cool!"

Jiang Yun was staring at the altar, and when he was recording the whole process of the fasting ceremony, a sigh suddenly sounded behind him.

That sigh was extremely vicissitudes, as if it contained countless emotions.

"Xiao Daoist, long time no see!"

Jiang Yun turned his head, staring behind a tree, frowning.

"Xiao Daoist, don't be afraid, I just want to ask, if a person is saved after death, won't he go to hell?"

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, rest assured, the underworld is similar to the human world. If you go to the underworld and someone makes things difficult, you can report it to me. Forget it, you should report my master's name." Jiang Yun said with a smile.

He laughed out loud, but the water friends in the live broadcast room were really scared to pee.

(End of this chapter)