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

Chapter 189
The entire puja lasted until past ten o'clock in the evening.

As the night gets deeper and deeper, the surrounding temperature gets lower and lower.

The villagers who watched together also went down the mountain one after another and went home.

In Fangshan Temple, apart from a group of Taoists who are still practicing, only Liu Yue and Lin Meng are left.

At this time, both of them had put on their coats.

The temperature was too low, and the two who couldn't stand it for a long time went back to their rooms and added clothes.

Although there were only the two of them watching, they didn't feel lonely.

Because there are 10 people in the live broadcast room accompanying them.

The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't feel the depressing and weird atmosphere of the scene.

Some people even wondered if the temperature on this mountain was so low at night.

It even made Liu Yue and Lin Meng put on their coats.

The Dharma conference on the mandala is still going on.

Under the leadership of Zhang Ping'an, a group of Taoists recited scriptures for a while.

Occasionally, I have to recite, dance, and circle around the mandala.

At first, it can be viewed as fun.

But the tone has always been like this, and the audience is a little visually tired after watching it.

It was already late at night, and it was almost eleven o'clock.

At this time, those who can stay to watch the live broadcast are considered die-hard fans.

[No, the little celestial master has been singing and dancing for a few hours now, won't he be tired? 】

[That's right, it's been five full hours, and I haven't even stopped to take a sip of water. 】

[It's hard to imagine how much energy is contained in the little body of the little celestial master. 】

[Just like the little celestial master for his dedication! 】

In the barrage, the audience chatted while watching the live broadcast.

Most of them praised Zhang Ping'an.

You must know that Zhang Ping'an is only under 11 years old, and he is still a primary school student in the secular world.

Let alone elementary school students, even if it was for adults, many viewers admitted that they couldn't do it.

Finally, with a high-pitched shout sounded.

[It should be over! 】

A viewer sends out a barrage.

Seeing this barrage, Lin Meng also nodded.

After following Zhang Ping'an for so long, she has found some rules.

Before the anomalous ceremony ended, Zhang Ping'an would utter a high-pitched cry.

It felt like I was really communicating with heaven and earth.

Sure enough, the Taoists on the mandala took up all kinds of magic weapons at this time.

Follow Zhang Pingan and walk towards the back of the temple.

Seeing this, Lin Meng and Liu Yue quickly followed.

Fangshan Temple is built on the halfway up Fangshan Mountain.

Built against the mountain, there is still a relatively empty space after viewing.

Before, Lin Meng was a little curious about such a large open space.

Why not plant some fruits and vegetables.

Daily Taoists, instead, go to farm on the southern slope a few hundred meters away.

Seeing the scene in front of her, she finally understood.

I saw that there were many gold and silver ingots placed on the open space at this time.

And paper money sent by local villagers.

They were all neatly arranged, almost covering the entire open space.

You must know those gold and silver ingots, but Fangshan Temple started preparing them nearly a month in advance.

It turned out that the purpose of this land was to burn these things.

In addition to the Ghost Festival, there are several important festivals in the Taoist world every year.

It burns several times a year, and this land is really not suitable for growing things.

But then she became a little confused, in the case of burning several times a year.

Shouldn't this be a piece of scorched earth?

But she remembered before that the place was full of green grass, although the vegetation was not high.

But it can be considered lush!

Lin Meng didn't have time to continue thinking about this question.

I saw the audience in the live broadcast room start a discussion.

[The next thing should be the last ritual of the Hungry Ghost Festival, it was incinerated! 】

[Incineration means burning money and ingots, and taking advantage of this time to send the ghosts back to the underworld. 】

An audience who is somewhat familiar with Taoist customs.

An explanation was given for the last ritual.

[No way, is it really appropriate to burn it in this place? 】

[I also think that this place is too close to the Taoist temple. Isn't it afraid of fire now that the sky is so dry? 】

[The Taoist temple has been here for so long, isn't it the first time it's burned and you need to worry about it? 】

[Besides, there is still a little celestial master, can the fire be spread by the means of the little celestial master? 】

There are different opinions in the barrage.

Although some people talk about the miracles created by Zhang Ping'an in the past.

But there are still many people who are secretly worried.

This location is too close to the Taoist temple, if it really caught fire, the consequences would be disastrous.

There was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room, and the Taoists at the scene did not relax.

Another scripture was recited around a crowd of objects waiting to be burned.

Then I saw Zhang Ping'an holding a spell in each of his left and right hands.

Throw into incineration.

boom!
A group of flames burst out from the middle, and the surrounding area was illuminated by the flames, which were all red.

Starting a fire out of thin air is already a basic operation.

The audience in the live broadcast room were not even surprised.

On the contrary, Lin Meng and Liu Yue at the scene felt a burst of warmth.

That warmth is definitely not as simple as the heat from the fire.

It was a kind of warmth from the heart.

It was as if, originally, this place was full of ghosts who came to receive food.

After the raging fire rose, he really left with the raging fire.

[Fuck!How did the fire burn like this? It's unscientific! 】

[This is too mysterious, don't the flames all float towards the sky, why do they still drill towards the ground? 】

【How did this happen? Is there any expert in the field to explain? 】

[I am also a member of the Dao world. To be honest, this is the first time I have seen this phenomenon! 】

In the live broadcast room late at night, the pot suddenly exploded.

People were all amazed, because the impact of the scene in front of them was too great.

I saw a huge flame burning in the open space.

It didn't spread around, and it didn't even rise high into the sky.

Instead, it turned into countless flames and drilled into the most central place.

It was as if something was sucking flames into the ground in the middle of the open space.

[This is too incredible! 】

[Just now I was afraid that the Taoist temple would be burned by fire, but now it seems that I am small. 】

[Don't say it's in an open space, even if it's burned in a Taoist temple, it's fine on this condition! 】

[Fangshan Temple, little celestial master, magical place, magical people! 】

The audience was shocked.

Those who are still watching the live broadcast are also very fortunate.

They survived the first long and boring five hours, and finally witnessed the miracle.

The flame was still burning, but it didn't disperse to the outside world at all.

As time goes by, the flame gets smaller and smaller.

Gold and silver ingots, as well as paper money, were gradually reduced to ashes during the burning.

Until the last flame is extinguished.

Everyone knows that the Hungry Ghost Festival Dharma Conference is over.

At this time, Zhang Ping'an's brows were slightly frowned.
(End of this chapter)