Of course, this matter is just folklore, and whether it is true or not remains to be verified. However, in Eric Suen Yiu Wai’s view, whether it is true or not, I am afraid that the relationship between Datang and the Dragon King of the Four Seas is not very good, but there are loopholes to be exploited.
At this time, I heard the Guanyin Bodhisattva laugh: "We have some friendship with Emperor Yu, but we can go up and ask Emperor Yu to send down showers to solve the urgent needs of the Tang Dynasty."
Hearing this, Eric Suen Yiu Wai couldn’t help secretly laughing: Go ahead and beg. Although Emperor Yu won’t turn against you, he doesn’t like your Leiyin Temple, and he will definitely put the blame on us. As long as we don’t agree, you will wear out your mouth and don’t want to drop a drop of rain.
Eric Suen Yiu Wai already knew the result of avalokitesvara, but he didn’t speak. He just wanted to show Li Shimin that it was Eric Suen Yiu Wai who could really help Datang.
The avalokitesvara came back only for a moment, but her face was not so good, and she kept her eyes fixed on Eric Suen Yiu Wai, as if she had something to say, but she never said it.
"Did tuas ever ask for rain?" Tang Huang looked at Guanyin and asked nervously, in his view, this is probably the last chance.
"I am ashamed that I didn’t know that the four heavenly kings who were in charge of good weather in heaven had been reincarnated and returned to Buddhism." Avalokitesvara was a little unhappy about others joining Buddhism for the first time. If the four heavenly kings were just people in heaven and their hearts were in Buddha, it would still help, but reincarnated in screamo Temple, it would not help.
"Master Guanyin doesn’t have to care. It’s only strange that I haven’t got the Buddhist scriptures yet, and I can’t get Buddhist rain." Li Shimin really respects this avalokitesvara.
"Ahem." Eric Suen Yiu Wai coughed a few times and felt that it was time for him to face Lu.
When everyone’s attention was attracted, he solemnly said, "Why don’t Ren Huang go to the Temple of Bimawen to burn more incense and give more incense money? Maybe there will be unexpected gains."
"Could the Buddha have helped me?" Li Shimin, the Emperor of Tang Dynasty, had disappointed eyes, and finally had more hope.
"The cat has its secrets, Lu. This seat can only tell Ren Huang that the more temples in Bimawen, the stronger the incense, and the greater the possibility of good weather. You can tell the people of Datang such a thing, so that they can set up a gv 10 at home to worship Bimawen. In this case, this seat can guarantee that within one year, you can have good weather in Datang and have a good harvest. Eric Suen Yiu Wai: This is a clear abuse of power. Everyone knows it, but what can be done? He has mastered so much power. If he doesn’t make good use of it, he is really sorry for himself.
Seeing that Li Shimin, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, seemed to be skeptical about his words, Eric Suen Yiu Wai also felt that he was a little too eager for quick success and instant benefit. He slowed down and said, "If Ren Huang doesn’t believe what our seat said, he can go to Bimawen Temple to worship first and see if there will be rain. If it is successful, what do you think?"
"How can I doubt the words of the Buddha? It’s just that the Tang Dynasty is in a hurry. If we build temples on a large scale, I’m afraid it will lead to people’s dissatisfaction." Li Shimin quickly explained.
Eric Suen Yiu Wai didn’t care whether he was telling the truth or not, but simply said, "Ren Huang doesn’t have to tell us about these things. We understand Ren Huang’s painstaking efforts, so please ask Ren Huang to move to the ancestral temple and go there to worship Bi Mawen."
Because the Bimawen Temple was built in a very inconspicuous corner near the ancestral temple, you must go through the ancestral temple to go to the Bimawen Temple.
Li Shimin, like several other immortals, sued and led Eric Suen Yiu Wai to the Bimawen Temple, while Wei Shuilong Wang Aoyou and others were also very interested in what Eric Suen Yiu Wai was going to do. After all, they didn’t know that Eric Suen Yiu Wai was in charge of the good weather, so they didn’t quite understand Eric Suen Yiu Wai’s intentions.
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Chapter seventy-seven Incense is strong, and rain comes from heaven
When he arrived at the ancestral temple, Li Shimin looked at Eric Suen Yiu Wai a little embarrassed. It took a long time to suppress a sentence: "That … Buddha, the Bimawen Temple is really unsightly. How about setting up a mourning platform in this ancestral temple to worship?"
Eric Suen Yiu Wai chuckled to himself: Our temple is not ashamed. What are you afraid of, or are you worried that our temple will make you feel bad? You are too contemptuous of this seat. If you are worried about such things, you can’t do anything.
With this in mind, Eric Suen Yiu Wai shook his head and said, "The Golden Nest and the Silver Nest are not as good as our own kennel. Even if the Bimawen Temple is shabby, it belongs to our seat. What’s the matter with worshipping under another roof? What’s more, incense pays attention to sincerity. If the heart is not sincere, then even how much incense is burned is useless. "
"What the Buddha said is, then please go on." Li Shimin still felt a little embarrassed, but since Eric Suen Yiu Wai himself said it didn’t matter, it was useless for him to object again, so he had to go to the Bimawen Temple with all the immortals.
At this time, the officials who offered sacrifices to the ancestral temple have also been recruited by imperial edict. As early as in Bimawen Temple, they set up a ceremonial ceremony, just waiting for Li Shimin to personally preside over the sacrifice.
"Ha, ha, ha, what is that? It looks worse than the land temple of the little god." Just arrived at Bimawen Temple, the land god in charge of Chang ‘an couldn’t help laughing. This fellow had no eyes at all, but what he said was true.
Eric Suen Yiu Wai said it didn’t matter before, but when he saw his temple, he couldn’t help frowning. If it was also called a temple, the birdcage could be called a mansion.
Look at the small brick temple less than a foot high. It’s no exaggeration to say that it’s a model of Mi. There is a clay figurine in the small temple, which looks like a ghost, a demon, but not a fairy.
"I said Ren Huang, are you in this poor seat? If I had seen such a small temple before, I’m afraid I wouldn’t even bother to come down to earth? " At Li Shimin Eric Suen Yiu Wai, light said.
Li Shimin muttered in his heart: I told you I wouldn’t let you come here, but you insisted on coming, and you said you weren’t angry. Isn’t this clear now?
Li Shimin was wronged in his heart, and Eric Suen Yiu Wai was even more wronged. He also wanted to be a fairy with a broad heart, Xi not ng, but if he didn’t get angry with such a temple, he might as well escape into an empty net.
"That’s all. Let’s start the sacrificial ceremony. Let’s pretend we didn’t see this temple." Eric Suen Yiu Wai is brimming with anger and has not found it. As the saying goes, luàn may make great plans if he can’t bear it. He still has great plans to implement, and he must never lose heart because of such little things.
Seeing that Eric Suen Yiu Wai was not furious, Li Shimin also breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said, "Tianzun can rest assured that after this sacrificial ceremony, I will rebuild the Bimawen Temple. No, it should be Tianzun Temple, and the gods will be customized again, which will definitely satisfy Tianzun."
Eric Suen Yiu Wai fudged nodded, heart way, if you still dare to put this thing in this place, this seat more than heavy rain washed your chang’ an even if give you face.
Dare not provoke Eric Suen Yiu Wai, Li Shimin hurriedly announced the beginning of the ritual.
At the beginning of this sacrificial ceremony, Eric Suen Yiu Wai gradually got more smiles on her face. Although the temple is a little shabby, the scale and specifications of this sacrificial ceremony are obviously similar to those of the great gods such as Sanqing in the ancestral temple. Sure enough, mortals are the most realistic. Knowing that you can bring them benefits, they will worship you indefinitely.
Every immortal celestial official who has a stone tablet in the incense hall can feel whether his incense is strong or not no matter where he is, and even can absorb these incense wherever he is, and then turn it into merit and cultivation.
Eric Suen Yiu Wai stood there for a moment, however, and obviously felt a strong incense coming straight at his body. His heart was suddenly overjoyed, and the original unhappiness was of course gone.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter what the temple is, as xiōng as the incense is prosperous enough, even if he has achieved his goal, the growth rate of cultivation will become very slow at this stage, but the amount of incense will become the most powerful help for cultivation. For the sake of incense, he can really become open-minded
Because he was satisfied with Li Shimin’s sacrificial ceremony, Eric Suen Yiu Wai contacted the god of rain and clouds in heaven, and sent down showers to nourish the whole land of Tang Dynasty.
Due to the good weather at the helm, Fengbo Rain Master Yunshen is in charge of Eric Suen Yiu Wai, and he can command and allocate at will. If he wants to show the mortal some Yan Se, he can even take the initiative to contact the gods of Lei Gong, and invite Lei Gong to thunder Dian Mu for lightning strike. However, that kind of boring thing is not only due to the human feelings of Lei Gong, but also indispensable to huā pin. If it is not necessary, jiān merchants like Eric Suen Yiu Wai will never do it.
"It’s raining, it’s really raining, it’s raining, it’s raining!" Li Shimin stepped on the muddy land excitedly, completely forgetting his identity as an emperor, like an excited child, jumping and jumping there.
On weekdays, the old pedants didn’t stop Li Shimin from doing this crazy thing. They even dropped their books and put down their reserve. They pointed at the rain and said something sentence by sentence, and from time to time there was a voice of laughter.
See such a picture, Eric Suen Yiu Wai very unwillingly touched, eyes moved by some more inexplicable se.
"What a surprise, I this jiān business will one day do such a good thing, the so-called merit, probably that’s it. It’s a pity that many immortals have the power to make great contributions, but they regard them as their own means to collect money. What could have been done with little effort has become a dirty deal. " Eric Suen Yiu Wai sighed gently, feeling the fresh feeling in the humid air, and couldn’t help but move.
After the carnival, Li Shimin quickly changed his clothes, invited Eric Suen Yiu Wai and other immortals to the temple, and laid down the most luxurious banquet in the world, especially thanking Eric Suen Yiu Wai.
"Buddha, thank you for sending this timely rain, but I wonder how long it will last and whether it can alleviate the drought?" Li Shimin still asked uneasily.
"If you want to continue, just burn more incense in this temple, and sincerely worship it. This seat will not be stingy with a little rain. If you think it’s enough, you can also go to the temple to worship and tell us that the rain will stop naturally. " Eric Suen Yiu Wai light say with smile.
"With the Buddha’s comments, I will be at ease. Come on, although there is nothing good on earth, it is naturally not as good as the delicacies in heaven, but it is also the best thing I can put on the table. Please taste it. " Li Shimin said excitedly.