Chapter 362: The Emperor's Capital Is Full of Lights

"The benefactor...the benefactor..."

There was a whisper in my ear.

Miss Qianrui squatted beside her, anxious and trembling, she put her hand under Lu Li's nose. Seeing that he was breathing steadily, she breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's not a solution for Mr. Lang to stay awake for a long time. Why don't you send him to a nearby medical clinic?"

You must know that during the Lantern Festival period, various accidents are prone to occur, so the medical clinics in each square are on standby, staying open all night, waiting for the injured to come to their door.

"No, this is the dojo of Arhat Heavenly Venerable, and no one dares to murder the distinguished guests of this sect."

"Furthermore, the nobleman's strength is supernatural, and he is not so easy to be killed. Presumably, Tianzun summoned him for something and used some means."

Hearing this, Millis shook his head, told the most likely situation, and calmed Miss Qianrui's emotions.

In this way, the two waited silently in the narrow and dark compartment.

As time passed, Lu Li, who was lying on the ground, finally opened his eyes. He felt as if he had fallen asleep, and he was in the confession room in front of him.

was that a dream?

It is too absurd and grotesque.

I don't know how long ago, but as soon as Miss Qianrui walked out of the confession room, he went in and closed the door behind him.

There was no light coming in, and it was dark all around, but it didn't affect it at all.

What is the purpose of Zoroastrianism presenting gold coins engraved with holy fire?

Tianzun said that the wooden cross given will be used in the future, can you tell me the details?

Lu Li remembered that after he finished asking these two questions in his mind, he felt dazed for a while, before he had time to react, the darkness faded away, and the light reappeared in front of his eyes.

"Shangyuan Ankang."

A voice came into the ear.

Can't see the specific appearance of the speaker, but the other party is wearing a gown.

Araha Tianzun...

Isn't he a western god?

Why wear a gown?

Under Miss Qianrui's worried eyes, Lu Li sat up with his brows pinched. He couldn't remember what that figure said to him, but anyway, his attitude was very kind, and the first sentence he spoke was:

Shangyuan Ankang.

"How does the donor feel?" Millis asked in a deep voice.

"nothing……"

Just as Lu Li was about to answer, he saw a little more light in his hand, like a burning flame, and subconsciously frowned: "This is it?"

At the same time, the Zoroastrian gold coin with the sacred fire engraved on it that was held in the hand before also disappeared.

hiss!

In fact, Lu Li had almost forgotten the last time he felt a splitting headache, and he almost forgot the feeling.

But I seem to remember a little-

This Zoroastrian keepsake is not a good thing, and Tianzun is going to light the lamp.

Miss Qianrui saw that he was not feeling well, so she took the initiative to help massage his temples.

Immediately afterwards, the Nestorian youth he met when he came rushed to the confession room and greeted him, "Deacon Millis, two distinguished guests, dinner is ready."

At this time, Lu Li realized that as long as he didn't recall, the pain would be relieved, so he restrained himself from recalling the scene of talking with Tianzun, and asked instead:

"How long have I been in?"

"About two quarters." Millis answered truthfully.

A moment is about fifteen minutes.

For two moments, I didn't expect the consciousness to stay in that wonderful world for so long.

In other words.

I also talked with that Tianzun for a full two minutes.

It stands to reason that such an unknown thing happened, and he should be extremely anxious, but after recovering, Lu Li was unexpectedly calm.

He didn't know why, anyway, he wasn't worried at all, like...

My former self talked about a business with someone without telling the present self, and after the matter was over, I took the initiative to forget everything and left a sentence in my heart:

Don't worry about my work.

"There must be a way for the car to go to the mountain. If I am cheated by myself, I will recognize it."

Having said that, Lu Li sighed lightly, feeling pretty good.

The three people next to him didn't know why, seeing that he was in a daze for a while, then showed a dumbfounded expression, and now he looked relaxed again.

Stunned?

It shouldn't be.

Millis and the young Jingseng both believed in their own gods. Although there were not many enshrined and believers in the temple, they were quite efficacious, no worse than the Buddha masters enshrined in Baotang Temple and Qinglong Temple.

"Lang Jun, why don't we go to the medical clinic? I know an old genius doctor..."

"fine."

Lu Li lowered his eyes for a moment, calmed down all his emotions, and chose to trust his intuition, and said, "Deacon Millis, the sage will have a banquet for the ministers tomorrow night, and then I will intercede for your temple and ask the sage to rectify the name of Nestorianism." .”

Persian monk.

Persian Temple.

For Jing Seng, these two shameful titles have accompanied them for hundreds of years. If they can be completely resolved, even if Lu Li is unwilling to join the religion, they will engrave a monument for him.

Haishi.

The stars and the moon hang high.

Don't urge the jade leaking silver pot, the iron pass and the golden lock are completely open. Whose house sees the moon and can sit idle, where can you hear the lamp without looking.

The daytime is already lively enough, but the people of Chang'an know that it is nothing at all, and the night is the most anticipated moment.

Jinwu released the ban and allowed night travel.

Go to the street to watch lanterns, participate in singing and dancing activities, watch acrobatics, dance to the gods, do whatever you want, a small violation of the Tang law is not a big problem, as long as you run away before the government sends people to arrest them.

Don't you see this plot often appears in storytelling such as "Shuo Tang", "Water Margin" and "Xue Jiajiang": heroes making lanterns.

Wagang heroes make lanterns, Liangshan heroes make lanterns, Xue Gang makes lanterns against the Tang Dynasty...

As for why it was chosen at this time?

Without it, there are many people.

After having dinner at the Jing Temple, Lu Li put aside all distracting thoughts and concentrated on enjoying the game.

Every home market is lit up, and music and music are everywhere.

Along the way, there are lanterns everywhere, tens of thousands, and there are too many people to count. Traffic jams are common.

Under the fire trees and silver flowers, countless bright lights dotted the star bridge on the canal water. In the beautiful scenery of the good night, the beautiful singing girls sang the tune of "Plum Blossoms Falling".

Egret turning flowers, Huanglong spitting water, Jinfu, Yinyan, Fuguangdong, Zanxing Pavilion, there are various types of lights, each with its own characteristics.

Under the ingenious hands of the craftsmen, there are even shadow lanterns that rotate with the lanterns. A gust of wind blows by, and the lanterns spin like flying, and the shadows of paper-cutting inside are projected.

Amidst the colorful lights and the noise of golden drums, the spark of mutual love between young men and women is also illuminated.

Looking around, Lu Li saw several couples who had arranged to elope together. In fact, he had no intention of eavesdropping on such private affairs, but when they passed each other, he could always hear some touching words of love.

In Chang'an tonight, there is an unexpected encounter and love at first sight.

"Mr. Lang, I heard that the sage set up a large lantern wheel at Anfumen, which is twenty feet high. Let's go see it with my slave."

Miss Qianrui put aside all her troubles, she rode on the back of a black-maned horse, looked at the surrounding scenery slowly, and peeked at Lu Li from time to time.

She knew that the good night was still long.