The God of Quick Transmigration is spoiled by me

Chapter 89 The Queen's Stunning Concubine 16
As the sky was getting brighter, a bell rang in the Ciguang Temple, echoing between the heaven and the earth, melodious and far away.

A hazy figure held a wooden stake, and struck the Buddha bell one by one according to specific rules.

There is such an inscription cast on the Buddha bell: When the bell sounds, troubles are relieved, wisdom grows, Bodhi is born, leaves hell, comes out of the kang, and wishes to become a Buddha and save all living beings...

When the man finished knocking 108 times without any haste, the white mist in the morning had completely dissipated, and the figure next to the Buddha clock was clearly visible.

"Big brother, big brother, the host told you to go to the lobby, and the benefactor who said it was from the palace has arrived!"

The eleven or twelve-year-old novice monk hurried over, shouting as he ran.

Bai Yuqing let go of the wooden stake in his hand, tied a rope and dangled from it.He turned around and watched the little novice running up to him, his tone was mild and sometimes harsh.

"Si Jing, have you forgotten what Elder Brother said again?"

The little novice was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses, curled his lips and said: "Si Jing remembers that no noise is allowed in Buddhist places, and monks must cultivate their temperament in meditation and avoid impetuousness."

"Well, remember." Bai Yuqing patted the little monk on the head, "Let's go."

……

in the lobby

All the Buddhist disciples of Ciguang Temple stood on both sides without saying a word, waiting for the old abbot to announce the beginning of prayer.

The old host looked at the person standing in the center, approached her, and arranged according to the normal procedure:
"Benefactor Yin, before the prayer begins, you need to kneel down and bow your head three times, and then..."

Kneeling?
Sorry, she only kneels to the dead.

"Ordinary people pray like this?" Yin Ran'er narrowed her eyes slightly, and interrupted the old host.

"No, ordinary people in this temple mostly bend down three times, and then draw a lottery." The old host was taken aback, and replied subconsciously.

"But you are praying for the current emperor, so the etiquette is more natural..."

"Troublesome."

Yin Ran'er blurted out the last two words for him, which shocked the old host.

The royal etiquette is cumbersome, and everyone has long known it, but no one dared to mention it.

That's disrespectful, maybe you will be beheaded!

The old host is still thinking about how to get around this...

Yin Ran'er glanced at him faintly.

"It doesn't have to be like this. The emperor is sage and loves the people. He must be willing to keep things simple and pray like ordinary people."

"Hey..." The old host didn't react for a while, and seemed to be planning to say something.

"Since there is no objection, let's do this." Yin Ran'er glanced at the old host involuntarily, and then moved away, without any pause in his eyes.

The old host felt a trace of fear inexplicably, the feeling of being seen through at a glance, gradually spreading to the whole body.

He is quite old, and he thinks he has seen countless people, but his limbs are still a little stiff at this time, so he nodded mechanically and announced:
"...let's start praying."

As soon as the voice fell, the monks chanted sutras immediately sounded in the lobby, and the lingering sound lingered, accompanied by the rising and diverging incense, filling the entire lobby.

For a while, I really felt like I had strayed into Buddhism.

Yin Ran'er smiled imperceptibly, walked slowly to the Buddha statue, and bowed symbolically.

The moment she bent down, a look of inexplicable meaning appeared on her face...

Afterwards, the old host took out a small bucket of letterheads, and Yin Ran'er took it without hesitation and shook it.

"Clap!"

A letter slip fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

She picked it up and glanced at it, and it really said something like 'Daji', the longevity of the king, the prosperity of the country and the people's safety.

After all, it is to pray for the emperor, who dares to put an unlucky lottery in the letter stick?
(End of this chapter)