The Whole Family Went Crazy Listening To My Thoughts, I Was Responsible For Feeding

Chapter 83: Asking God in the Morning

 The highest altar in the capital.

The altar towers into the clouds, as if you can touch the stars in the sky with just one hand.

 The emperor and his courtiers stood on the altar with a solemn expression.

 “May the gods bless the common people.”

 “May the gods come to Beizhao…”

The emperor and the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty knelt on the altar and prayed for God to descend.

 The Lantern Festival every year is a festival of worship to gods.

 The whole of Beizhao attaches great importance to the Moon Worship Festival, which is more solemn and serious than the Chinese New Year.

 “Can I ask for the coming of gods this year?”

The so-called arrival of gods is just a shadow of heaven and earth, separated by hundreds of thousands of miles and countless layers of sky.

God descends, what a heart-warming word.

"Why do we worship the Lord God every Lantern Festival? Is today his birthday?" A young prince asked his mother and concubine in a low voice.

 The bald little monk said: "No."

“It’s because the days when He descended from God were all during the Lantern Festival.”

"According to rumors, He descended to the mortal world and appeared six times. All six times were Lantern Festivals, so the Lantern Festival is designated as a day to worship the Lord God in the mortal world. There is a chance to get the mercy of the gods." The little novice stood in front of Xian. Beside the Concubine, Concubine Xian held his hand tightly.

Little novice monk is the fourth prince.

He was born with a bad health and was sent to the Huguo Temple to be raised. The wise concubine became seriously ill every year because she missed her son.

 In previous years, the Spring Festival was the day when her heart broke.

The family is reunited, but she has to separate her flesh and blood. She is always worried about the fate of the country in Beizhao and the people. She is deeply afraid of natural disasters and wants to sacrifice her son to heaven.

 This year, Concubine Xian has always had a smile on her face.

 On the 15th, tomorrow, the emperor will go back to the temple again.

 The virtuous concubine, who had always been proud, secretly wiped away her tears.

“Concubine, are you cold?” The little novice monk was a little thin. Even though she was taken care of by attendants in the temple, she was still pitifully thin.

 But it was a difficult life in the temple. He had to do morning lessons with his master every day and got up very early.

 “Isn’t the mother and concubine cold, is the emperor cold?” Concubine Xian held back the bitterness in her heart, suppressed her tears, and showed a smile to her son.

The fourth prince pursed his lips and shook his head. His little bald head looked particularly cute.

Concubine Xian is distressed.



She doesn't ask for the emperor to be rich and powerful, nor does she ask for the emperor to be able to sit in that supreme position. She only wants the emperor to be able to entertain her and keep her by her side.

Concubine Xian is the daughter of Lord Protector Li, and she made a huge splash when she first entered the palace.

Some people even speculated that if the virtuous concubine gave birth to a prince, she would threaten the position of the queen in the middle palace.

 When she first entered the palace, Concubine Xian was quite arrogant.

 Climbing high and low with the queen everywhere.

who knows…

Concubine Xian has learned how to worship Buddha for the sake of the fourth prince in recent years.

 The temperament becomes calmer and calmer.

 “Brother Four Emperors, you know so much.” The little prince looked envious.

The fourth prince pursed his lips with an embarrassed look on his face: "There is a library in Huguo Temple. I often visit it."

 He was also very envious, envious that his brothers could always be with their parents.

 “The worship of God has begun.”

 All the children stood obediently beside their mother, not daring to move or talk.

 Father, the emperor takes the descending of the gods very seriously, and no one dares to make any mistakes.

The emperor was dressed in bright yellow, followed by the young prince. The two of them held incense respectfully with both hands.

 The emperor prayed to the gods devoutly and prayed to God to come down.

The emperor looked up at the sky, but there was still no movement in the sky.

 He sighed softly, looking disappointed.

“The last time a **** appeared was on the eighth day of winter thirty-four years ago.” Xu Yiting looked at the sky with a deep expression.

“Xu Aiqing remembers it very clearly. The last time was indeed thirty-four years ago.”

 The eighth day of the winter lunar month.

“That day, a shadow appeared in the sky, and all the people worshiped it.”

"But that day, the gods appeared, but no one who made the wish was found. The huge projection of the gods overlooked all living beings, and after a moment, it dissipated into the sky." Every time the gods came, they were inspired, and that one was an exception. .

Xu Yiting's expression moved slightly, he lowered his head slightly and frowned in silence.

Today, people all over the world are praying to God with great expectation.

 But God did not respond at all.

 Everyone sighed.

It was already late at night, the night was a bit cold, and Lu Chaochao was half asleep and half awake due to the cold. She reached out and rubbed her eyes. It was pitch black all around and she couldn't see anything clearly.

Oh, she was lying under the altar table waiting to steal the roasted chicken.

I don’t know if I have finished worshiping the gods.

Lu Chaochao sniffed, the air was filled with the smell of roast chicken.

 Sudden…

 A disembodied voice appeared in my ear.

 It seems to come from breaking through the void.

It seems to be close at hand.

 Also, somewhat familiar.

But Lu Chaochao couldn't remember anything. He only felt that his mind was hazy, as if part of his memory had been taken away.

 She patted her head.

The voice became clearer and clearer.

 Outside, there was a sudden scream.

“It’s a god, it’s a god, it’s a **** who has come!”

“Oh my god, the divine descendant that has not appeared for more than thirty years has appeared again!”

The emperor, who was about to step off the altar, suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.

I saw a shadow suddenly appearing in the sky. The shadow seemed to be beyond the ninth level of the sky, and His face could not be seen clearly.

He overlooks all living beings from a high position, and mortals dare not even raise their heads after just one glance.

 “Hurry, return to the altar!” The emperor led the civil and military officials quickly back to the altar.

 “God has descended.”

 The emperor's heart beat like thunder, and the gods responded.

 For whom do the gods come?

 Which lucky person did the gods choose?

"Quick, send someone to look for him immediately. Who is the **** who prayed and answered his prayer? Tell him Beizhao's prayer and let him pray for Beizhao at all costs. We can compensate him! You can be promoted to an official position or a noble title." The emperor said. Looked impatient.

With a single order, countless people came out of the palace.

 “What does he want?”

 “Want to prolong your life? Want to be promoted to a higher position? Want to...found a country?” The prince murmured in a low voice.

 The ancestor emperor of Dai Viet next door prayed for the throne when the gods descended, and wanted to be the emperor.

 In the end, he truly became the founding father of the country.

Everyone’s heartbeats were beating like thunder when they heard the **** ask: “What is your wish?”

 Ask God.

 This is asking God.

 God is about to use his gifts.

 Lu Chaochao dug his ears, it was so noisy.

It’s really noisy. No matter how much you cover your ears, you can still hear the words: “What do you wish for?”

what do you want?

"I can give you everything in the world, immortality? Fame and fortune? Wealth?" The god's voice was indifferent and somewhat distorted.

  Lu Chaochao“

 Eternal life?

 Fame and fortune?

 Rich? What it is?

 Worthless junk.

The emperor looked anxious when he heard the god's question: "Is there any news? Has the petitioner been found?"

 “There is no news from your Majesty yet.”

 “Everything you want, I can give you.” The god’s voice was hollow, as if it spanned time and space.

Lu Chaochao’s eyes suddenly lit up.

 “Say your wish and I can fulfill all your wishes.”

 Lu Chaochao grumbled and crawled out from under the altar table.

At this moment, she was the only one left in the courtyard.

 Everyone went out to watch God descend.

She pointed to the roasted chicken on the table and asked seriously and solemnly: "Kuoyi, would you like to give the clay roasted chicken to Woci?"

 Can you give me your roast chicken?

　　神.

Eerily silent.

 (End of this chapter)