"Why have we never heard of such a sect?" someone in the crowd asked loudly, "That's because the rules in our sect cannot easily reveal their own sect, just like my senior brother Sanzang. If you weren't forced to ask me today, I wouldn't have said it." Qian Chuanzi put on a helpless expression.

No one asked another question now, and the crowd whispered again, especially the strong men standing in the front row, who formed a circle and discussed something in a lingering manner, feeling like they were having a meeting.

After a long discussion, one of the strong men suddenly turned around and shouted in the direction of us, "Two mages, my name is Niu Zhuang, and I am the village chief here. I believe you are the junior brothers of Sanzang Master, so you can live here. If you have any needs, just tell me, now we will go back to the village first, and we will come to see the two mages pray for blessings in the evening." At this point, he turned to the villagers and shouted loudly, "Everyone will go back to the village first, come back to the evening."

After shouting this sentence, the villagers didn't say anything more. They naturally began to turn around and walked down the mountain. It was obvious that the village chief Niu Zhuang was very prestigious in the hearts of the villagers.

A few minutes later, all the villagers on the top of the mountain were exposed, and Qian Chuanzi and I finally fell to the ground. "I didn't realize that you are quite smart, you can handle such a big scene." I said with a smile, "That's a must." Qian Chuanzi said with a grin, his smile was brighter than mine, and he was obviously very satisfied with his performance just now.

"How could you think of the name of Sun and Moon Temple?" I continued to ask with a smile, "How great is this name, there are sun, moon, and gods, all the awesome things include. Most people will definitely not think of such a good name." "Forget it, Mr. Jin Yong has come up with it a long time ago, but it is called the 'Sun and Moon God Sect', you are plagiarizing it." "If it is plagiarized, I will say that we are from the Sun and Moon God Sect, and then tell them that you are the leader Dongfang Bubai, the most powerful sissy in the legend." "Get out of here, go." Qian Chuanzi and I were joking and stared at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, the villagers had arrived at the foot of the mountain one after another, and then lined up a loose line to walk away, but there were more than a dozen strongest villagers sitting under the shade of the trees at the foot of the mountain. At first, we all thought that these villagers wanted to rest for a while, but we waited until the villagers' troops had gone away, but the dozen people had no intention of standing up.

"It seems that the village chief named Niu Zhuang didn't completely believe you. He also gave us a hand." I said to Qian Chuanzi, "Let him go, I'm not afraid." Qian Chuanzi said carelessly.

"By the way, you just said that you would open a cauldron to pray for blessings in the evening. How should you do this thing? "I asked curiously, "Of course I won't be able to pray for blessings, but I can let them witness miracles." "How to witness it?" "That's it------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

After that, Qian Chuanzi and I discussed some details and then started to prepare what we wanted. We first went to the mountain to find some straight branches, each of which was as thick as an arm, and then searched carefully in the temple. Unfortunately, Master Sanzang didn’t leave many things, and most of them were bottles and jars. The ones contained homemade herbs, pills, powders, and potions, but there was no label on the bottle. I didn’t know what disease these medicines cured, so I had to put them aside for the time being.

In addition, we also found some simple tools for making medicine, casseroles for simmering medicine, pestle and mortars for smacking medicine, knife, scissors, etc. These things are of no use to us. What are left are a few pieces of clothes and a few candles in front of Buddha.

However, these clothes are even more torn than what we wear, with patches sewn on them, and the fabric has been washed very thin, and they are almost transparent. When we see these things, we are convinced. This is what we call true practice, but we don’t want to learn at all.

Hold old clothes and candles in your hands and follow the money skewers’ plan, we can use both of these things.

In the next time, we first found a few longer branches to make a square box of "field" that was nearly one person tall, and then cut the remaining branches into different lengths and tied them into the box. The branches were fixed using strips of cloth made of Master Sanzang's old clothes.

When the sun sets, our work is completed. Qian Chuanzi and I stand on the open space in front of the temple gate. A few meters away are the fruits of our labor for the afternoon - a word "Fu" tied with branches coated with candles, and a border is added to the outer circle.

A piece of the left and right sides of the border grew, forming two pillars to support the ground, and behind the word "Fu" there are two thick branches that are stuck diagonally on the ground.

After reading for a few seconds, I asked a little regretfully, "Qian Chuanzi, are you sure the thing we tied is the word "Fu"?" "Boss, this is of course the word "Fu". Look, this is a "field", this is a "mouth", this is a horizontal line above-------------------- Qian Chuanzi was chewing at the things in front with his hands.

"You can't say it, after your explanation, it's quite similar," I said helplessly. There is no way. After all, neither of us has any artistic skills, and the tools are extremely simple. Although we have modified every detail the most meticulously and put the craftsman spirit to the extreme, but due to our own technology and actual conditions, the most important thing is that we are not technically inferior. Therefore, the word "Fu" I made looks like it was written by a child who has just entered kindergarten. It was the first time I held a pen and used my left hand. If I didn't look carefully, I really couldn't recognize it.

Originally we wanted to make the border into a circle, but because we didn’t have tools, the most important thing was that we didn’t know how to do it, so we had to give up. Even if we made it into a square border, this thing looks a bit like a wreath, but this is not surprising, because we originally made it through the style of the wreath, which is the only solution we can come up with.

Looking at the extremely avant-garde word "Fu" in front of me, I could only pray in my heart, hoping that the villagers here could look at it in detail and finally recognize it.

The sky gradually darkened. In the distance, the loose team of villagers appeared in our sight, and the strong man who stayed at the foot of the mountain also stood up and stepped on the stone steps of the mountain first.

Qian Chuanzi and I quickly covered the word "Fu" with the remaining old clothes. Just as we completed this work, more than a dozen strong men had already stood on the top of the mountain.

"Here you come." Qian Chuanzi greeted him carelessly, but these villagers were not good at speaking, but just responded dullly with "um" and "ah", and then looked at the word "Fu" covered by old clothes in surprise. A few curious people actually wanted to come and take a look, but Qian Chuanzi stopped him, "Be careful of 'thunder formation'". Hearing this sentence, several villagers hurriedly took back their already stretched feet and sat honestly on the ground.

It didn't take long for the villagers to climb to the top of the mountain. What's different from the daytime is that there are more people coming this time, many of them are helping the elderly and young, as if the whole family has come together, and most of them are holding small stools and small stools in their hands.

With the experience of daytime, these people did not move forward after reaching the top of the mountain, but were scattered everywhere, sitting, standing, or chatting with people around them. The atmosphere was extremely harmonious and felt like they were watching the show. However, most people's eyes were still focused on our works, guessing in their hearts what was under the torn clothes.

From the moment the villagers appeared, Qian Chuanzi's eyes searched the crowd. I knew he must be looking for the beauty during the day, and hurried to help him find it together. Unfortunately, the crowd was in a mess. Although both of us had good eyes, we did not find it, which made Qian Chuanzi's face slightly disappointed.

At this time, Village Chief Niu Zhuang walked out of the crowd and asked Qian Chuanzi loudly, "Master Sanjiao, didn't you say you wanted to open the altar to pray for blessings? Where is your 'altar'?" "My 'altar' is here." Qian Chuanzi pointed to our work and said, "This?" Niu Zhuang looked at the things covered by torn clothes in confusion, and then looked at Qian Chuanzi with even more confusing eyes. Obviously, the scene in front of him was completely different from the one he expected to open the altar to pray for blessings.

"Niuzhuang Village Chief Niu Zhuang, the opening of our Sun and Moon Temple prays completely different from those of others. We are our own school and have been passed down for tens of thousands of years. The effect of praying is definitely something that others cannot compare to." Qian Chuanzi said nonsense.

"Then when will you start praying for blessings?" Niu Zhuang asked, "That's it---" Qian Chuanzi looked up at the sky that was not completely dark, then closed his eyes and quickly pinched his fingers. After pretending to be fine, he opened his eyes and said, "It's not auspicious time yet, and he needs to wait a while." "Okay, how long it will be fine." Niu Zhuang's tone was not kind, and he said a sentence and walked back into the crowd.

Of course, Qian Chuanzi and I understood the true meaning of his words, that is, 'Don't play tricks, or don't blame me for being polite'. Of course, we would not take this threat to heart, just smiled at each other, and then silently waited for the arrival of the night.

More than half an hour later, it finally turned completely dark. At this time, the villagers were waiting a little anxiously, and the crowd gradually became turbulent.

?I wish all readers a happy New Year’s Day! 2019 good luck! All your wishes come true!?

(End of this chapter)
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