Tianshi travels in the clouds, returns to the mountain and finds that his home has been stolen

Chapter 187 Arranging the Mandala
[Hungry Ghost Festival, what are you going to prepare for! 】

【Hungry Ghost Festival, it can be regarded as a relatively important festival in the Taoist world! 】

[Will Taoists from all over the world be invited to participate like the last Luo Tian Dajiao? 】

[It's a pity that there is no holiday that day, otherwise I would have wanted to go to Fangshan Temple to witness the Fa Conference. 】

[I still remember the various miraculous phenomena of the Luo Tian Dajiao last time, but unfortunately I dare not go out alone on this day. 】

Hearing that Zhang Ping'an said that he was going to prepare for the Hungry Ghost Festival, people also started discussing in the barrage.

"Little Celestial Master, some viewers on the barrage asked if outsiders can come to participate in the Hungry Ghost Festival?"

Lin Meng also didn't know much about the Hungry Ghost Festival.

Seeing that someone mentioned it in the barrage, he also asked Zhang Ping'an.

"In principle, during the Ghost Festival, everyone gives alms to each other."

"Of course, some of the nearby villagers are more sincere and will go up the mountain to offer some Dendrobium food!"

Zhang Pingan answered Lin Meng's question.

"Let's go, go out and have a look, it's almost time to build a altar mandala!"

Zhang Pingan was talking, got up and looked outside.

Lin Meng also followed Zhang Pingan's pace curiously.

Together, the three of them quickly arrived at the square.

At this time, a group of Taoists had already built a platform on the square.

The platform was almost three meters wide, and a table was placed in the middle of it.

On the table, there is a statue of a god, and there is another table to the right of it.

There are more than a dozen portraits placed on it.

[Wow, it looks so professional! 】

[Aren't you talking nonsense, the little celestial master is the orthodox celestial master. 】

[If little celestial masters are not professional, there will be no professional people in this world! 】

[It looks very tall, but what does this arrangement mean? 】

Seeing the layout of the mandala, the audience also talked a lot.

Zhang Pingan, with his hands behind his back, watched the Taoists make arrangements.

Taoists know all these basic arrangements, so naturally he doesn't need to worry about them.

What he has to do is to personally preside over the rituals of the ceremony on the day of the Ghost Festival.

"Little Celestial Master, can you briefly explain these arrangements to us?"

Seeing someone asking in the live broadcast room, Lin Meng himself was also confused.

The arrangement of this Mid-Yuan Festival ceremony is also very different from the arrangement of the last Luotian Dajiao ceremony.

First of all, the mandala is far less large than the last Luo Tian Dajiao.

In addition, the statues enshrined on it are also different from those of Luo Tian Dajiao.

"The one in the middle is the altar."

"The statue of the god placed on it is the God of Salvation, which symbolizes the salvation of all living beings."

"And the one on the right is Yan Luotai, and the enshrined portrait is the ghost king of the eighteenth floor of hell!"

Zhang Pingan explained to Lin Meng one by one.

After Zhang Ping'an's explanation, Lin Meng nodded again and again to understand the meaning of these arrangements.

[Sure enough, Hungry Ghost Festival is a ghost festival, and most of the offerings are related to the underworld! 】

[Of course, this time, isn't it the management of the underworld unit? 】

[I am still looking forward to the arrival of the Ghost Festival! 】

[According to the layout of this mandala, the little celestial master must have another wonderful performance that day! 】

In the barrage, the audience chatted about various topics.

Seeing these bullet screens, Lin Meng had a wry smile in his eyes.

Fa conferences are very serious matters for Taoists.

In the eyes of some audiences, it turned out to be a wonderful performance.

Zhang Pingan looked at it for a while, and by the way, pointed out where the Taoists put some things.

Only then did he walk into the gazebo and began to sit quietly.

For the next two days, time passed peacefully.

Except that occasionally two or three villagers go up to the mountain to burn incense and pray for blessings, and offer Dendrobium food.

Nothing major happened.

The time quickly advanced to July [-]th, and the Ghost Festival officially arrived.

In the morning, Lin Meng and Liu Yue got up early on purpose.

Thinking that today's time is special, maybe Zhang Ping'an will prepare something in advance.

But the two sat in the gazebo and waited for a long time, until it was nearly eight o'clock.

Only then did I see Zhang Ping'an walking slowly from the direction of Daolu.

"Brother Liu, the little celestial master is here, ready to broadcast!"

Lin Meng reminded Liu Yue that Liu Yue almost fell asleep after waiting for so long.

After the two turned on the live broadcast, they greeted Zhang Ping'an.

"Good morning, both of you!"

Zhang Pingan greeted the two with a smile.

"Little Heavenly Master, good morning!"

"Little Celestial Master, isn't today the Hungry Ghost Festival? Why do you only get up at this hour?"

Lin Meng asked curiously.

She still remembered the first day of Luo Tian's wedding.

She and Liu Yue got up as usual, but learned that Zhang Ping'an had already gone down the mountain to get ready.

But today they got up early on purpose, but Zhang Ping'an came out as usual.

Heavenly secret, is it so unpredictable?
Lin Meng felt a little wronged in her heart, and lost nearly two hours of sleep in vain.

【Yes!Why did the little celestial master wake up so late? Has the Fa conference not started yet? 】

[Could it be that there were too many things a while ago, and I had a two-day break suddenly, and the little celestial master forgot? 】

[Hahaha, it's really possible! 】

[What if you forget this, will there be a way to make up for it? 】

The audience in the live broadcast room also made guesses at this time.

"Ms. Lin, the main target of giving food today is the ghosts of the underworld."

"The time for ghosts to eat is from six o'clock in the afternoon to eleven o'clock in the afternoon."

"At other times, ghosts can't eat, so there's no point in getting up early!"

From the state of mind of the two, Zhang Ping'an can certainly see that they got up early.

He explained with a smile.

Ah!
After hearing Zhang Pingan's explanation, Lin Meng was ashamed.

Pretty face immediately turned red.

"Sorry, little Heavenly Master, I misunderstood you!"

Lin Meng quickly apologized.

"It's okay, the ghost doesn't eat until six in the afternoon, but we still have to eat as usual!"

"However, the two of you may be wronged these few days."

"Before and after the Hungry Ghost Festival, our Taoist temples have to fast for three days. During these three days, we must not touch meat."

Zhang Pingan reminded again, and then walked towards the Zhaitang.

"Do you want to eat vegetarian food for three days? It happens to be a period of weight loss!"

Lin Meng looked down at his figure.

I was on the island some time ago, because Zhang Pingan was serving seafood and game every day.

She felt that she had grown a little belly.

I followed Zhang Ping'an to the Zhaitang and had breakfast with a group of Taoists.

I thought today would be very busy.

As a result, one day passed quickly and peacefully.

It was not until 05:30 in the afternoon that a group of Taoists gathered in the square.

Taoists who usually wear gray robes.

Today, they all put on robes of various colors, some black, some yellow, some blue.

When all Taoists are in place.

Everyone looked in the direction of Tianshi Daolu.

I saw Zhang Ping'an in a purple robe walking slowly.

Zhang Ping'an appeared on the stage, Lin Meng knew that the Hungry Ghost Festival will officially start soon
(End of this chapter)