All Heavens Gou Xian

Luo Tianyi turned around, escaped from the claws, blinked his eyes, crossed his hands and said seriously: "Tianyi is an innate treasure, you can't erase it."

"Besides, your black history is not limited to this one. Tianyi Lingguang has the same root as you. Compared with the copied version of your brother, you have inherited most of your brother's memory."

"The sky counts, one, two, three... Women's clothing... Pretending to be cute... Deceiving ordinary people... Acting like a monkey in front of Laojun..."

"Woo, woo... um... um... don't..."

With a dark face, Luo Feng covered Luo Tianyi's mouth and pulled her back.

Going on like this, the gossip will spread all over the world. Don't look at the fact that no one is watching and checking now. In fact, in the endless future, I don't know how many pairs of eyes will be watching.

You will never imagine the boredom of big Luo Zhe. It is well known that big Luo Zhe, who is proficient in the number of heavenly secrets, usually gossips.

"Stop making trouble, come and work with me."

"For you, I still owe Laojun 10 years' wages...you have to give me at least half of it..."

"Well, not much, you first do 5000 years, how about I do it for 5000 years."

Luo Feng asked with a kind face and a smile.

Chapter 3 I don’t need money anyway, just trust me

Hospital, sunset dusk.

Covering his face, the middle-aged man with a mask lowered his head, took out his mobile phone, and sent a message with black and white hair reflected in the mirror in the corridor.

"Honey, I'm queuing up at the hospital, and I may not be back so soon. You can cook today."

After a few seconds, the phone vibrates and a message pops up

Wife: "Well, good."

After a long time, another message popped up on the phone.

middle aged man looking down

"Husband, why don't we stop the treatment?"

The middle-aged man had mixed feelings and didn't know what to say. After a long time, he sent an aggrieved soybean emoji.

Wife: "You have advanced cancer, it cannot be cured"

"It costs so much money to do chemotherapy, and the risks are so great, I'm afraid that people and money will be empty at that time."

After a long silence, the middle-aged man lowered his head and smiled bitterly, and sent a message, hmm.

Wife: "We don't have any money. If you continue to do governance, you can only pick it up."

The middle-aged man squeezed his phone tightly and replied one, yes.

Wife: "Our son is in the third grade of junior high school and will soon be in high school. There are too many places to spend money at home, can you understand?"

"I'm under a lot of pressure. I've thought about it for a long time before I can tell you."

The middle-aged man was full of thoughts, and when they landed on the phone, there was only one sentence left.

I can understand.

Wife: "You can treat it conservatively, or a miracle will happen."

After a long time, the middle-aged man replied: "Yes."

Then put down the mobile phone, huddled in the corner, cried, choked up and sobbed.

Hoarse in his heart: "Gods and Buddhas all over the sky, no matter who it is, please save us."

On the other side, a middle-aged woman stretched out her dark fingers and picked up the needlework?Sew up the last hole in the garment.

Then open the cupboard?Looking at the empty rice bag, there was a long silence.

A worn banknote was drawn from an iron box.

People will die if they don't eat?If you don't take medicine, you will die.

this home?Not only is her husband sick, but she is also sick?This disease is called poor disease.

When manpower is not in time, often there are illusory gods and Buddhas together?Although they don't exist?But also a hope.

Man feeds on hope and survives in the world.

However, human beings have their sufferings, and gods have their troubles?Don't talk about such an extraordinary place of severance?Even in the extremely mysterious universe, there are several true immortal Buddhas who are willing to listen to the suffering of ordinary people, and the gods of incense and fire also favor the rich.

A middle-aged woman was carrying ten catties of rice on her way home, and when she passed a Taoist temple, there was a faint sound of Taoism in her ears?The sound of reciting the scriptures spread outside the temple, and I saw Taoist flags hanging all around?Enlightenment is thick, telling all souls.

A young Taoist priest in a Taoist robe of water and fire?At the gate of the temple, they shouted: "It's time for the water official to relieve the disaster on the next Yuan Festival..."

"I don't want money anyway? Believe me a little bit."

The middle-aged woman was stunned?There are still temples and temples in this world that do not need to burn incense and money? !

looked at the sky?It was already sunset, and darkness was about to cover the earth.

"It's still important to cook."

The middle-aged woman murmured, put down the rice, and bowed to the palace not far away.

Ever since her husband got sick, the gods and bodhisattvas have asked for nothing less, and this one is not bad.

"Bless the gods, let my husband feel better."

Prayers are not sincere, but sincere, check the dark, in the void, a little pure milky white aura flies into the Xiayuan Festival, blends into the myth of the cave, and a drop of water makes ripples.

In the midst of nothingness, a crisp voice came: "Brother, establish a connection with Fang Duo."

"I've seen it." Luo Feng smiled, turned the magic mirror in his hand, illuminating the heavens, penetrating the myriad worlds, so a little spiritual light descended, enlightening him and me.

In Shuiyan City, in Zebei Guanzhong, they are doing fasting and offering sacrifices, praying for blessings and avoiding disasters.

Lang recites the scriptures, and the incense is faint.

"Heaven officials bless, earth officials forgive sins, and water officials relieve misfortunes. Today is the first day of the Yuan Dynasty, and I praise the emperor!"

"Zhixin Fuming Ceremony, Chendian Cave Yin, Water Mansion Xuangong, Six Divisions, Countless Gods, Generals and Immortal Officials, in charge of the affairs of rivers and lakes, Yu Tianhe Yunhan Yitian to save suffering, Tianhe Sect Master Hydrology Emperor."

"Above to solve natural disasters, to save the spirit of full karma; to help the secluded, to divide the way of humans and ghosts. To enlighten and save people, the great sage and the great mercy, the innate God of water, Tai'an Xuanming, the supreme saint, Yun Han Xuanyuan Tianzun!"

"Praise Xia Yuanjie'er Tianzun!"

"Praise Xia Yuanjie'er Tianzun!"

……

Several Taoist priests looked solemn and sincere, and held the ceremony.

Suddenly, the candlelight flickered, and a young Taoist priest dressed in a water and fire Taoist robe, his eyes became lively, and he said with a soft smile: "One obeisance and a bond, the water official will relieve the disaster."

When all the believers left, there was only one old Taoist priest, Luo Feng, and two young Taoist priests left in the Taoist audience.

"Luo Feng, Xiantian, what are you talking about?" The head of the white-haired old Taoist shouted in dissatisfaction: "The emperor of Dongyin will blame him for the impoliteness of fasting."

"The disciple knows that Tianzun has always been merciful and broad-minded, and will not care about this fault of the disciple."

Luo Feng saluted

The white-haired old Taoist shook his head, didn't say anything, just sighed.

Turning around and staring at the hall dedicated to Emperor Shuiguan Dongyin, a flash of memory flashed in his eyes.A hundred years ago, when the master and patriarch were still there, Zebei Temple was really cultivated.

"Clean up and go to Chen De Hall to settle this month's salary."

The old Taoist said slowly.

A trace of excitement flashed in the eyes of the two young Taoist priests behind him. Only the old Taoist priests in this Taoist temple grew up from a small Taoist school. The rest are professional Taoist priests who have no belief in gods in their hearts, especially the newcomer Luo Feng, who is professional in his profession.

Otherwise, I also said that I don’t need money anyway, and I believe a little bit of this kind of words, so as to win over pilgrims.

After receiving their wages, the other two Taoist priests were elated, took off their work clothes, and went outside the Taoist temple to spend time and drink.

Only Luo Feng stayed behind.

A hint of doubt flashed in the eyes of the old Taoist priest, and he asked, "Luo Feng has something to do."

Luo Feng said with a smile: "Monastery Lord, I want to practice Taoism."

The master of the temple frowned, waved his hand and said: "Go, go, why stay in the temple for the good years, your contribution is seen in the eyes and remembered in the heart. After working here for a few years, I recommend you to go to Longhu Mountain to receive the talisman , and then go to the Daoist Association."

Luo Feng shook his head and said: "Monastery Lord, I am sincere. Just now, the fasting god entrusted me with a dream, saying that I have a predestined relationship with Dongyin, and I have a predestined relationship."

The temple master sneered: "Heavenly Venerable entrusted you with a dream, it's really nice to say, what does Tianzun look like, do you know?"

Luo Feng thought for a while, then took out a mirror from his waist, pointed at the person in the mirror and said, "That's it."

The old Taoist priest frowned, waved his whisk, and drove Luo Feng out of the room.

"If you don't make trouble, the heavens will respect all appearances and save all living beings. Where can you see them?"

Looking at the hall enshrining the Emperor Dongyin not far away, Luo Feng shook his head and sighed: "What's the matter?"

Tell the truth this year, why no one believes it.

Remember to state your name and address when you pray in Chapter 4

The Xiayuan Festival is already winter, and the next day, the sky is covered with fine snow, fluttering and swaying, rendering the earth.

The old master cultivated his body and mind, went to bed early and woke up early, even in winter, he did not slack off, and was preparing to go to the main hall for morning classes.

Suddenly, seeing Luo Feng's figure, he was surprised.

Professional Taoist priests are all young people, and they usually avoid morning classes if they can, not to mention the snow and cold in winter.

Today, how can there be an exception.

Soon, the temple master found a middle-aged couple praying under the statue.

Seeing the old temple master coming in, the middle-aged couple bowed a few times and got up to greet him.

Compared with the handsome Taoist Luo Feng, the kind-hearted, white-haired old temple master is more likely to be trusted, and more likely to believe that he has supernatural powers.

"You are the temple master, we husband and wife are here to fulfill our vows today."

The middle-aged woman looked excited, and babbled: "My family has been ill for many years, thanks to the mercy of Emperor Dongyin."

The old temple master was confused, looked to one side, and asked, "Luo Feng, what is this?!"

Luo Feng stepped forward with a smile, stood beside the old temple master, and said gently: "You two. The emperor is merciful and rescues disasters and disasters, but everything still needs self-improvement."

"The illness has faded away, but the body is still weak. Our old temple master is proficient in medical skills, wrote a prescription, grabbed a few pastes, and then killed an old hen to make up for the body."

As he spoke, he took out a prescription from his cuff and handed it over.

Old viewers continue to be confused: ━┳━━┳━

When did the old man become proficient in medicine.

The middle-aged couple is very grateful again. As for the old audience, they don't speak, they just treat it as a celestial being who is merciful, but elegant, and everything is just smiling.

Seeing that the two were about to step out of the main hall gate, Luo Feng suddenly remembered something, and shouted: "My dear, remember to report your name and address when you pray next time."

The old audience, the middle-aged couple looked astonished, and asked in unison: "The emperor still has this rule."

Luo Feng saluted with a smile: "It was just decided today."

……

After the husband and wife left, the hall fell into an eerie silence under the statue of the emperor.

Luo Feng's expression was indifferent, but he had already started to think in his heart, if the old temple master didn't give him the scriptures, or if he didn't have the scriptures, he would go directly to Longhu Mountain in this world and go to the Qing Dynasty.

If it doesn't work, you can still go to the Buddhist gate. After all, Dongfeng Mingwang Tathagata has a predestined relationship with the Buddha, and he naturally has a little predestined relationship.

Only the face and whatnot, it belongs to Da Luo himself, he is just a trumpet without a trace of mana and unable to practice.

For a long time, the old audience had complex expressions, looking at Luo Feng as if looking at Xiaosan, and said in a deep voice: "Xiayuanjie'er Tianzun really has to entrust you with a dream."

Luo Feng's expression turned serious: "No one understands Dongyin Emperor Jie'e Tianzun better than me."

A tinge of blood appeared on the pale face of the old audience. After pondering for a while, he waved his hand and said, "Come with me."

Walking to the old temple master's room, the old temple master took out a book from under the pillow.