Resurrection of Shinto

Ying Huazhou, Zhoucheng, early morning.

In the east, a round of sun rises from the east, it exudes ten thousand rays of light, expelling the blurred night above the earth, and bringing light to the world.

The countryside outside the state city is densely distributed in the state city like stars, relying on it to live.

Zhang Licun.

It is one of many villages.

The villagers had just brightened, and the doors of one family after another had begun to open one after another.

The sunset is resting, the sun is rising, this is true for generations to come.

A seat of white dress, like a nine-day fairy, was spotless. Wu Miaozhu didn't know when, already kneeling down in the temple, quietly watching one villager after another, and began to come to the temple constantly.

Yinghuazhou is the birthplace of Shinto. After years of subtle influence, from the state with the most followers in the world, there is a devout believer in every household, and others are also pan-believers.

Alongside the martial arts festival, golden light surrounds it, like sacred light, shining from top to bottom.

The idols continued to shine, setting off the magnificence of the temple, and vaguely saw a figure in the idol.

Fang Nihuang's figure slowly dissipated, the sacred and solemn idol, and the dull eyes showed a hint of agility, and his eyes stared down.

Wu Miaozhu was indifferent to this and waited quietly.

Soon, every believer in the temple began to come successively.

The villagers of Zhangli Village came to the front of the temple hall and saw Martial Temple Zhu kneeling under the statue, and everyone was happy.

Just about to talk about something, the temple blessing waiting on the side stretched out his hand to stop the crowd, and explained in his tone: "Today's morning class will be hosted by Senior Wu himself."

The villagers in Zhangli Village were even more surprised. The burnt yellow faces showed joy from the heart. Wumiaozhu is a great figure who presides over the temple in the city. They have only seen these people a few times from a distance and never thought of coming here to preside in person. Morning class.

Many believers were soon scattered inside and outside the temple. Basically, the villagers in Zhangli Village had been wiped out. That is to say, some people who were inconvenient for activities or were too young and too old did not come in person.

Wu Miaozhu looked at a believer, without any over-preparation, and took the lead in preaching: "The Aspiration Ceremony, the Hongmeng Wonderland, the Lingxiao Palace, the lofty golden gate is high, and above the immensity of the sky, born in countless numbers Tribulation...Twist the earth to create human beings, transform all things...the great treasure of the great road, the instrument of merit, the origin of the human race, and the list of gods!"

The words are ethereal, like the sound of the sky, and every sentence resounds in the ears of believers.

An article with more than two hundred words eloquently described the birth and achievements of the Fengshen Bang, and the remaining titles of no money began to appear one after another.

Among them, there is one that was deliberately erased, and that is the relationship with Shinto.

The ability of the imperial gods was directly removed from the list of imperial gods. It never appeared from the beginning to the end, but its name still revealed clues.

This is also what Dou Changsheng did deliberately, in order to distinguish the priority and not want to let the Conferred God list be the main one, and put it on top of Dou Changsheng, and Dou Changsheng became a puppet instead.

If it wasn't for Dou Changsheng's incompetence, he would have to change this three-character list of the gods, with one word removed, and turn it into a gods list.

Now Dou Changsheng can't do it, but this is the purpose of Dou Changsheng's hard work. As for the help of the Conferred God List, Dou Changsheng directly ignored the benefits and crossed the river without tearing down the bridge. Is it still Dou Changsheng? It must be fake.

Saying is about praising merit, don't care about it, just know it.

Those who are not bragging about the sky, each bragging is not weak, if they are combined together, you will find so many great compassion and great wishes, the great saint and great kindness, without these words, I am embarrassed to go out.

It is simply impossible to memorize it once heard. Not to mention that the villagers of Zhangli Village do not know a big hand. Even if they can read a word, they have to recite it once, that is the ability to never forget.

Therefore, after chanting Wumiao Zhu quietly, he began to chant again slowly. After three times, he did not do it by himself. The temple on the side took over the important task and began to teach them sentence by sentence, leading them to start chanting.

Wu Miaozhu stood aside and watched calmly, without any interruption.

A peaceful voice resounded: "It's too slow to let them learn. It's impossible without more than a month. Why not use magic?"

The voice sounded, and there was no change in the people in front, and they couldn't hear the voice at all.

The Martial Temple wished Yurong to be calm, like calm waters, and slowly preached: "Although the magical arts are fast, they are extraordinary powers. Teaching them is like swallowing jujubes. In the final analysis, they are just pulling seedlings to encourage growth."

"The emperor attaches great importance to this matter. If this method is used, it is not in the emperor's mind."

Fang Nihuang's solemn voice sounded: "It is the emperor who values ​​it, so the emperor is afraid that he can't wait so long?"

Wu Miaozhu looked at the statue of God~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and began to explain: "The time God will not care, the emperor cares whether things are done."

"Furthermore, the believers in front of me, although they are illiterate, it is more difficult to learn this, but they have faith, plus I formulate incentive measures, it does not take a month."

During the chat, the believers in front of him have slowly dispersed, and a morning class has ended.

Wu Miaozhu slowly got up, looked far away, and continued to preach, "As long as Zhang Licun goes step by step, he can finish it gradually and go to Wangjiacun next place."

"This village, like Zhangli Village, is the furthest away from the state city. It is usually not in contact with the outside world, and the transmission of information is slow."

As for not allowing believers to leave and continue to learn, these ideas have never been born in Wu Miaozhu’s heart.

If you study in one day, the speed will be faster, and you can successfully complete the recitation without more than a month.

But these other methods are too low-end, it's a face-saving project, purely dealing with it.

Every believer is not a machine and does not need to eat or drink. They also have to live and run for life, without time to recite every day.

Wu Miaozhu is to follow the trajectory, adjust in the limited trajectory, minimize time, improve efficiency, and complete the tasks assigned by the emperor.

To assist my own god, keep moving forward.

Your own god, you are the first person under the emperor, and now as long as you move steadily, any kind of radical conspiracy is a mistake.

The general trend lies in our own gods, the city **** of Huazhou, the next step is the city **** of the southern capital, the city **** of Beijing.

So the last time Zhang Ziyi came, he had already rejected the other party. Unlike them, who wanted to make meritorious service, they only needed to accumulate divine power for promotion.

ps: Yesterday, I sent a leave letter, but I didn't see it when I got up this morning. I just looked for it carefully and found that I had sent it to the previous volume and caused an oolong incident.