Rebirth of Buddhism

The sacrificial process that Fu Zhiyu was in charge of was really not difficult, just like what Yuanlu said, it was just a matter of the three pillars of incense, but the sacrificial clothes were really difficult to wear.

It is very complicated. The last time this dress was used was six years ago. The last governor of Jiangnan was much fatter than Fu Zhiyu. This dress was changed by the embroiderer, and it turned out to be more complicated, layer by layer. , The head crown is also heavy, as if it is going to break a person's neck.

It took Fu Zhiyu half a day to put on these many things. Although there are many sacrificial clothes, but because most of them are made of yarn and satin, they don't feel cumbersome after wearing them. Once the belt is wrapped, his waist looks thinner up.

"... strangled me to death," Fu Zhiyu took a breath, and couldn't help complaining to his mother, "Trouble, I'm tired before I go out."

"Sacrifice, it's always like this," Yuan Wanyun was going to attend today, and he also dressed up a little, "You have promised, you can't go back on your word, just endure today."

The sacrificial attire is mainly in gold and red. After wearing the golden crown, Fu Zhiyu looked in the mirror, and it became more and more strange.

"Like a wedding dress," he muttered, "weird."

"Don't talk nonsense," Yuan Wanyun looked at him and urged, "Hurry up, we're going out."

The prefect of Luanzhou said that he would be greeted by the people to the temple, but he did not elaborate. Fu Zhiyu imagined the scene at the beginning was relatively simple, just walking on the road by himself on a horse, but what he didn't expect was that There is also a special sedan chair.

The sedan chair carried by 16 people is very beautiful with carved beams and painted pillars. This sedan chair only has the lower part without a roof. Fu Zhiyu's neck is sore from the crown of his head.

...Sure enough, there is no benefit in being the king of Jiangnan.

Sitting on the sedan chair, he only felt that his sore neck had attracted all his attention, and he couldn't do anything in front of the people, so he could only sit upright on the sedan chair.

When will it be finished?

Fu Zhiyu thought absently.

As for the eyes of the people on the street, he didn't care too much. Fu Zhiyu was used to being watched since he was a child, and he had a good acceptance of things like crowd watching.

But where have the common people seen such a person?

The governor of the south of the Yangtze River who was in charge of the grand ceremony before was also fat. Wrapped in this gold and red costume, he looked like a ball. He also wore that complicated crown. It looked very auspicious, like a very festive person in a New Year painting. , After looking at it for a long time, it seems that this is the default image.

But with a different person, this impression suddenly changed.

Fu Zhiyu said that this sacrificial dress looks like a wedding dress, but it is not without reason. It turns out that the person who sacrificed was a woman, and her identity was as a bride dedicated to the god of the land or the god of the river. In some places, the "bride" would be sacrificed Killing is considered to be sent to God. This bad habit has been changed several times, and finally the sacrificial activity is retained, but the poor woman is replaced by a high-ranking person, and the act of sending the bride has become praying to the sky. No more girls will die because of this incident, and this change is a good thing.

Although the costumes have been improved, they still retain the shadow of the bride Jifu.

The young man on the sedan chair was wrapped in this overly bright color, and the golden jewels on his crown trembled. After all, he was a man, so this makeup was unnecessary, but he painted a red lotus pattern on his forehead, making his face even more pretty. Abnormal, people dare not look directly at it.

When Fu Zhiyu went out, he never took care of himself seriously. Every time he wrapped himself in a casual dress and went out, he was not as gorgeous as today, and his face was fully displayed.

The crowd was very noisy, and there was everything to say.

"Is this King Zhao?"

"He looks like this... Is he a goblin?"

"It's no wonder that when I was in the capital, I heard that King Zhao's appearance was the most beautiful in the world. Looking at it now, it is really unusual."

Because it was too noisy, Fu Zhiyu really didn't hear clearly, and he didn't pay much attention to those overly aggressive gazes. It was because the sun was hot today, and it was noon now. There was a big piece of colored glaze inlaid on the sedan chair, following him. The precious stones on his body and the sedan chair swayed again, causing his eyes to hurt, and the reflection made Fu Zhiyu unable to see clearly.

Tired, it's hard to be an official.

At this time, there was a dark cloud covering the sun, Fu Zhiyu blinked, feeling as if he saw a familiar person in the crowd just now.

He turned his head and glanced, and the golden crown swayed with his movements, but both sides of the street were crowded with people, men, women, and children all looked at him with many different faces, and it was not clear who was who, and there seemed to be nothing unusual .

Fortunately, this section of the road was not long, and it was just a formality. There was a banquet in the White Horse Temple outside the city, and there were all people underneath. Fu Zhiyu walked slowly from the steps to the front according to the previous setting. , he wore a long robe that stretched across the floor, so he naturally became the most eye-catching person in this place.

When he reached the top, Fu Zhiyu saluted the abbot according to the etiquette.

On the highest platform where everyone looked up to, that person stood out among a group of monks who worshiped the Buddha.

He is not like a worshiper of God, he is like a god.

The people who can take a seat in this kind of scene are not mediocre people, they are all famous figures in Jiangnan. Although they are all under Fu Zhiyu's hands, most of them have never seen what this Jiangnan king looks like.

I don't know how many people saw this person, clenched their fists under the case, looked at the person on the stage with unfathomable eyes, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

According to the previously negotiated rules, the abbot will read three paragraphs. The language he uses is not well understood by Fu Zhiyu, and he speaks very fast.

The prefect of Luanzhou explained to him before that this is a question to ask God. The first question is whether God blesses the weather with good weather and the grains are plentiful; After a pause, Fu Zhiyu would burn a stick of incense and worship the image at this time, which would be regarded as God's answer.

It's really not difficult. The three sticks of incense that Fu Zhiyu got in his hand have already been lit, and he just needs to insert them into the front incense burner one by one according to the rhythm.

But when he took the first stick of incense, Fu Zhiyu discovered something was wrong.

There is a problem with this incense burner.Generally, incense burners are filled with incense ashes, and during such sacrifices, the incense ashes will be made firmer and more stable.But this one is different. When the incense is inserted, the inside is soft, the kind of softness that can't stand at all.

It couldn't be an accident, it was intentional.

This is a special incense used for sacrificial offerings. It is thicker and heavier than usual incense. For ordinary people, after inserting the incense in this way, the incense will pour out immediately.

It is a big taboo at this time to worship the incense, which is very unlucky, which means that the gods do not want to bless everyone.

Before being the governor of Jiangnan for so many years, there was never any problem. Now that it is Fu Zhiyu, the fragrance will fall. It is conceivable how the people in Jiangnan will think of him.

He is estimated to be talked about by the people to the point where he can't control it. If something happens to Jiangnan, he will definitely throw the blame on him at once. He only said that the disaster was caused by the king of Jiangnan not being recognized by the gods. Whether someone with a heart will take advantage of this public opinion to do something is unknown.

Fu Zhiyu didn't realize until now that this was a trap, others set it up and waited for him to fall into it, but he was the only one who foolishly prayed for blessings.

Is this a belated resignation, or after observing for so long, do you finally feel that I'm easy to bully?

Fu Zhiyu thought about it a few times, and paused at the incense burner for a while, and his fingers holding the incense also stopped there, and remained still for a while.

what happened?

The abbot was a little confused, and asked in a low voice: "King Zhao, who is this?"

But Fu Zhiyu slowly and firmly pressed the incense down, and then motioned him to continue.

But the abbot felt that the incense seemed to be a little shorter, but luckily it was fine, and the moment was not too long.He breathed a sigh of relief, and went on to read the next sentence.

The next thing went very smoothly. After the worship was over, the three sticks of long-lasting incense stood firmly inside, and they were not burned out until the end of the banquet.

After Fu Zhiyu got off the high platform, he hurriedly took off the messy accessories, moved his stiff neck, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He changed into lighter clothes, but the lotus pattern on his forehead couldn't be wiped off, and he didn't know what it was painted with.

"What's wrong with the master?" Yuan Mingdao was behind him, and he knew something was wrong when he looked at it, "Is there something wrong with that incense?"

Yuan Wanyun was also watching from below, and she also obviously felt that something was wrong, and now she was looking at him worriedly.

"Well," Fu Zhiyu nodded and said, "It's okay, it's settled."

After he finished speaking, he thought about it again, shook his head self-consciously, and said with a sneer, "No, look at this posture, this is just the beginning."

He told the two of them what happened on the stage, and said: "It's just that the incense burner should have been broken by me, and I will pay Baima Temple for it in the future."

He made a miracle with great effort, he put the incense into the bottom of the copper censer, and there are three holes under the censer, of course it is stable.

But in this case, the tricks must be aimed at Fu Zhiyu. If he really doesn't have this ability, things will be serious.He, the king of the south of the Yangtze River, didn't care about things at first, and the people didn't accept him at first. After all, everyone was afraid of change, but there seemed to be no change in the past three years, and everyone accepted his existence to some extent, and Fu Zhiyu was very low-key. Most of the time, people can't feel his existence, even though logically speaking, he is the master of the whole Jiangnan.

If the incense really fell, Fu Zhiyu's reputation might not be so good, and he would have a lot of excuses to make trouble for others.

The person who did this can be said to have ulterior motives, and his thoughts towards him are also very vicious.

At this time, Fu Zhiyu really couldn't tell who was targeting him, but felt that anyone could target him.

"I won't go to the banquet tonight, Ming Dao will push it away for me," Fu Zhiyu said, and he sighed, "I'm not in the mood anymore, I want to go back to the mansion."

He was asked to return the clothes and tiara to the Luanzhou government. These two complicated things made him physically tired, but what happened on stage instantly made him tired.

He originally thought that Jiangnan was a pure land, so he lived a carefree life for three years, but he still had to realize later that wherever there are people, there are fights, and he can't avoid it wherever he goes.

Deng Jinghe who appeared on time and the accident in front of him all reminded him clearly.