The Rise of Phoenixes Chapter 281:
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He Lianzheng was silent for a long time, his eyelashes drooped, covering his colorful eyes.
There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask, such as how Dama died, such as Dama's awkward gesture at the end... However, when the words came to her mouth, she swallowed them again.
Why do you need to ask? She always had good things for him, he believed.
Her eyes were so cloudy that no one could clearly see her true mood. However, behind the clouds, he knew there was a grassland that belonged to him.
Even if she turns over her hands in a **** storm and creates unparalleled plans in this chess game, he just wants to be a stupid man and not explore the chilling truth behind those plans.
Like her, fulfill her, the world is vast, it depends on her.
There was a commotion ahead, and the four guardian lamas of Huyin Temple arrived. The four of them must have heard about what happened today on the way, and their expressions were not very good.
"Where did the Living Buddha point before he passed away?" the leading lama asked as soon as he arrived.
Everyone silently pointed to the royal court.
The four of them were stunned and looked at each other.
Before leaving Huyin Temple, Dama Living Buddha once said that he might never come back, and left his last words, asking the Dharma Protector Lama to find the next living Buddha according to his dying posture. Now these words have come true. In the royal court.
This is the first time in many years that a living Buddha has reincarnated in such a close place.
However, Dama's finger pointed in that direction so firmly that no one could change it in full view of the public.
The four great Dharma protector lamas led their disciples and rushed to the back hall of the royal court holding Dama's magical artifacts.
The direction of the back hall is where He Lianzheng and Feng Zhiwei live. It is a large and spacious courtyard where all the people close to them live.
There are only two children, Chamutu and Gu Zhizhi.
Liu Mudan followed her to the back hall, her eyes flashing with joy - if the reincarnated soul of the living Buddha possessed Chamutu, then the problem of He Lianzheng's fate that had been bothering her would be solved.
The door opened, and in the nanny's arms, Gu Zhizhi, who was over one year old, and Chamutu, who was half a year old, were sleeping soundly. They were suddenly awakened by the sound of people. When they opened their eyes and saw so many strange adults with serious expressions, Chamutu immediately Frightened, he burst into tears.
Gu Zhizhi didn't cry, his dark eyes turned around, his little nose sniffed, and for such an old age, he actually showed an expression that looked like he was thinking.
The Chief Dharma Protector Lama knelt at the door with a solemn expression, and gently placed a string of agarwood beads, which was most commonly used by the Living Buddha Dama during his lifetime, and the copper-clad black gold ritual instrument before him.
The carpet was rolled up, and the lamas and patriarchs of Huyin Temple knelt at the foot of the steps. Everyone held their breath and concentrated, and there was no sound around.
The wet nurse was shocked by the solemn atmosphere and put down the two children. At the end of the long carpet, Chamutu cried for a while. Seeing that no one was paying attention, she had to slowly get up on the carpet.
Chamutu had grown strong since he was a child, and his legs and feet were strong when he was only half a year old. He crawled so slowly and came straight to Dama's relics.
Everyone looked happy.
Feng Zhiwei stood far away at the door of the courtyard, standing with her hands behind her hands. She didn’t even look this way. She only frowned and thought about why Xiaodai hadn’t come back yet. At such an important moment——
Chamutu climbed up to the two relics and grabbed the beads.
The Dharma Protector Lama's lips trembled and he opened his arms happily to receive it.
Chamutu loosened his fist and the beads fell, hurting his toes. He cried loudly again and raised his foot to step on the beads.
The big lama quickly snatched the beads from his feet with a look of disappointment on his face.
At this point, it was basically certain that it was not Chamutu. The great lama still did not give up and handed the magical weapon to Chamutu. However, Chamutu had already thrown himself into the arms of the nanny who came over. She cried and pushed away the magic weapon, her little face wrinkled together.
Everyone sighed in disappointment.
The chief lama looked at the magic weapon in his hand hesitantly, looked at the three guardians around him, and quickly reached an agreement. Then he lowered his eyelids and quickly put away the magic weapon and beads.
The gazes of several clan leaders flashed, but they did not speak.
Obviously, the lama of Huyin Temple did not want Gu to know the relics of Dama. Although the origin of this child is unknown, he was adopted by the concubine. Once he is recognized as a living Buddha, this elusive person will appear on the grassland in the future. Tou's concubine will no longer have any constraints.
Although there are few reincarnated male living Buddhas or possessing female living Buddhas in the past dynasties, it is not impossible. No one dares to take this risk.
The relics will be put away soon.
The nanny came over upon receiving instructions, picked up Gu Zhizhi, and tried to carry her away.
Feng Zhiwei looked at him from a distance with his hands behind his hands, a hint of smile in his eyes.
Gu Zhizhi, who had been staring at those two things and sniffing them with his little nose, suddenly started to giggle.
Then she struggled to twist up in the nanny's arms, leaned forward, and looked in the direction of the great lama, signaling the nanny to take her over. The nanny hesitated, but Gu Zhizhi immediately raised his hand to pull her hair.
In full public view, this willingness to approach the relics of the living Buddha immediately caused a commotion. The great lama could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb, and slowly placed the two relics on the ground with a stiff face.
Gu Zhizhi kicked the wet nurse and forced her to carry him to the relic. He giggled and pressed his delicate skin face against the shiny magic weapon.
She closed her eyes and looked intoxicated. The smoke from the incense burner behind her was curling up. In the pale white smoke, her palm-sized face suddenly seemed to have a more solemn and quiet air, like a holy lotus blooming in the clouds. Up, in the sky.
The chief lama loudly announced the name of the Buddha.
Sanskrit chanting begins.
Everyone leaned down silently.
Gu Zhi knew that she was giggling, intoxicated by the breath of the Buddha bead. She had no idea that at this moment, one action of hers would determine the fate of the grassland for decades to come.
In the distance, Feng Zhiwei showed a calm and clear smile in the shadow, but that smile seemed a bit malicious.
I went to Dama's place last night, and while I was carrying the oil lamp, I silently replaced Dama's magic weapon. Inside the magic weapon, there was a kind of fragrant powder developed by Zong Chen himself, which smelled a little like walnut. The smell is one of Gu Nanyi's most familiar smells. Feng Zhiwei looked after Gu Nanyi and made arrangements for Zong Chen to bring it out in case Gu Nanyi was not around. Gu knew that this little girl had a good nose since she was a child and was particularly sensitive to the smell of Gu Nanyi, who she had been with day and night. As soon as she took out the magic weapon today, she could smell the faint scent of walnuts.