Quick Transmigration Counterattack: Mysterious Boss, Don’t Tease

Chapter 2766, The Real World 116

Standing in front of the mountain gate, many ordinary people, looking at the influx of nobles in front of them, one by one is very doubtful.

Last year was also a blessing day, but there were not so many princes and nobles who came here. Today, it is exceptionally different, but it is very curious for the people around.

"How many people are this year?" Someone raised doubts.

Someone who got the news said in a whisper: "They are all coming for the master of dust."

"What, no dust master."

The news about the masters of the dust-free masters to the Jokhang Temple quickly spread among the people.

A few people in Muxiang also heard this person in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the screaming flash of excitement.

The first golden light of the day shines on the earth, the quaint and long-lasting door slowly opens, and a group of monks walk out from inside. The consul's monk performed a Buddhist ritual against a group of believers in front of the mountain gate.

"You have been waiting for the donor for a long time. Before entering the mountain, please ask the donors to enter in turn, don't push. Whether you are the first or the last, the blessing of the Buddha is equal."

Everyone has a double-handed reverence to return to the ceremony. Whether it is a nobleman or an ordinary citizen, no one dares to respect the front of the royal temple.

Standing at the forefront is the aristocratic aristocrat in Chang'an City, the first to enter, followed by officials, and finally ordinary people.

The people of Beiyuyu walked to the middle position. After entering the mountain gate, they were a long stone step. After a group of princes and nobles slowly and slowly, half an hour later, they reached the Cliff Square of the Jokhang Temple.

The entire square is about a hundred feet wide and accommodates tens of thousands of people. The front end is a stone platform that is four or five meters high and is filled with various offerings.

At the time of the hour, the blessing ceremony officially began.

After the end of the blessing, it is a decade-long master of the dust-free masters. This is what most people expect. For many ordinary people, they can see the dust-free masters from afar.

After the half-a-year-old abbot retired, I saw a young and elegant man walking slowly on the stone platform. The light-blue robes standing in the golden sun in the sun, with the morning breeze, he stared at the sky quietly. I didn't hear the noisy whispers and exclamations in the square.

Bei Yu has long known that the Master of Dust is a handsome and handsome man, and should not be as surprised as the others. But in the face of the man who came from the painting and was spotless, she only knew that many words were used to describe him as empty and pale.

Static, the needle can be heard.

Everyone looked at the figure, and everything seemed to be still because of the immaculate figure.

Everyone’s eyes only saw the quiet and peaceful, as if they could blend into the light blue figure in nature.

After the strange man made a strange movement against the sky, he slowly sat on the futon, and the clear eyes glanced at the people below. A warm wind like the spring, like the refreshing breeze in the summer. Ringed on the square.

In an instant, everyone’s mind is captured by that figure, and it is attracted by the sound of magic. Regardless of whether your heart is irritated, depressed, or hateful, this moment returns to calm and quietly listens to the Buddha's voice that echoes above the square.

At two hours, the moment between the fingers and the waves, the meaning is still unfinished.

After the end of the dust-free master's lecture, it is the most anticipated and most eye-catching life of all. At this moment, both the aristocrats and the mundane people could not help but hold their breath, waiting quietly for the dust-free master above the stone platform.

(End of this chapter)