I have been really tired these past few days, and ended up sleeping all day long.
When I woke up again, it was already evening and the outside of the house had become dim.
After sleeping for such a long time, I still feel lack of energy and lack of energy.
"wake up?"
Master Gu Hui's voice sounded.
I sat up and saw the chef sitting in front of the counter smoking.
"Well, I woke up, master."
I rubbed my eyes and opened my mouth to answer.
"Go inside and wash your face.
It will get dark soon, and I will take you to worship the ancestor."
I was stunned.
Why do you have to wait until dark to worship the ancestor?
Is there something shameful about this Patriarch...
I muttered in my heart.
But there was no hesitation on the surface.
He said "Yeah" and then went to the bathroom.
I washed my face and felt much refreshed.
But when I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt a little inexplicable fear.
Because of the reflection in the mirror, I look very haggard.
His complexion was sallow, his eyes were sunken, and there were heavy dark circles under his eyes.
At first glance, he looks like a patient who has been ill for a long time and has no energy at all.
I touched my face.
It has only been a few days, and I have become so depressed.
Fortunately, everything was possible in time.
With the master here, my situation should be improved quickly.
When I came out after washing my face, the sun had already set.
Outside the house, it was once again shrouded in darkness.
Gu Hui was squatting on the ground and burning yellow paper.
In front of him, an incense table had been set up, with roast chicken and apples placed as offerings.
"master!"
I shouted.
The master nodded:
"Qin Ze, we need to get lamp oil tonight.
So before that, I have to give you a legal name.
In this way, you can be justified and you won't be burdened with cause and effect."
In the past, don’t talk about vain theories of cause and effect.
Even if it's a ghost, I don't believe it exists.
But it's different now. I firmly believe in Gu Hui's words.
In addition, he mentioned this once in the morning.
I didn’t ask any more questions and answered directly:
"I understand this. It's all about master's arrangements."
"Okay! You bite off your finger and write the birth date and birth date on this yellow talisman. I will burn it to the founder later and give you a name."
After saying that, the master took out a yellow talisman and handed it to me.
I didn't hesitate and bit my finger.
Although it hurt a little, it was nothing compared to surviving.
Quickly, I wrote my birthday and birth date on the yellow talisman with blood.
It was so bloody that it soaked through the back of the paper.
After the master got my birth date, he held it in his hand.
At the same time, let me light incense and kneel down in front of the hall.
On the incense table, there is a black wooden tablet enshrined.
There are five words written on it: "The seat of the God of Mount Tai".
I know Mount Tai, but as for the God of Mount Tai, I don’t know anything about it.
But I still looked very pious, knelt down under the memorial tablet, lit the incense and held it in my hands.
At this time, the master also lit three incense sticks and bowed to the spiritual throne:
"The Patriarch is here, my disciple Gu Hui asks the Patriarch to witness and accept Qin Ze as the sixty-seventh generation disciple.
Don't expect him to be able to slay demons and destroy demons, and to spread the word to the world.
I just ask him to be merciful to all living beings and to have no regrets in his heart.
If there is any mistake in one's conduct, it should be the fault of the disciple's teachings. Please ask the founder for clear guidance."
After speaking, the master placed three sticks of incense in the incense burner in front of the memorial tablet.
And directly lit the yellow talisman with my birth date written on it.
After doing this, he signaled me to kowtow and pay homage to the ancestor.
I held three sticks of incense, looked at the ranking of the "Taishan God", and said:
"My ancestor, please accept my disciple Qin Ze's three bows."
After saying that, I took the incense and bowed to the memorial tablet.
Then he stood up and placed it in the incense burner.
At the same time, Master picked up the cinnabar pen next to him and said to me:
"Qin Ze, your character is Ze and your character is Yin.
As a teacher, I will give you a Dharma name based on this, let’s call it Yinze!”
I was only thinking about surviving and didn't care about any of this at all.
I knelt on the ground and didn't say anything.
The master picked up the cinnabar pen and wrote the word "Yinze" on a yellow talisman.
Then, he clicked on the center of my eyebrows again:
"The cinnabar touches the green, which is worthy of my heart.
The sixty-seventh generation disciple Yin Ze, in front of the Litang Hall, opened the talisman!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the master held the yellow paper talisman between his two fingers and tied it to his chest.
With just a "buzz" sound, the yellow talisman instantly burst into flames and turned into ashes, just like a magic trick.
And at the moment when the yellow talisman turned into paper dust, I felt that the place between my eyebrows where the cinnabar had just been touched seemed to be pricked by a needle.
There was a sudden feeling of pain.
"ah!"
I subconsciously covered my eyebrows, it hurt so much that my bones hurt.
The master retracted his hand and smiled:
"It's done."
I rubbed my head and then stood up.
But I also wonder what the origin of this "Taishan God" is.
Although I became a disciple in a daze.
But we have to figure out what inheritance we worship, right?
"Master, what is the origin of our ancestor Taishan God?"
I spoke doubtfully.
The master was a big smoker, so he picked up his pipe and lit it directly.
After taking two puffs, he said:
"The God of Mount Tai is the abbreviation of Emperor Dongyue, and the legend is very powerful.
This is the process of getting started, if you want to know more about it, search online, it should be all there.”
I asked in vain, looking speechless.
But it doesn't matter anymore.
As long as you can survive, it doesn't matter who you worship as your ancestor...