Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 420: Onlookers are clear

When the fog first appeared, some eminent monks from Daliang Temple felt that the fog was too strange, but neither their own spiritual senses nor some of the arrangements in the temple had any reaction.

This makes this fog seem to be a natural ordinary fog, and this fog is not only found in Daliang Temple, but also around Tongqiu Fucheng.

But then some eminent monks saw strange visions in the fog, but while they were shocked, they immediately discovered that the pilgrims inside and outside the temple were still very orderly, and there was nothing unusual about them.

Furthermore, the visions that appeared in the fog seemed to be just visions, and there was no dizzying feeling. This made several eminent monks of Daliang Temple breathe a sigh of relief, and after careful consideration, they did not plan to close the temple.

The people who were most affected were actually the three monks sitting in meditation under the tree. However, these three people were now in such a special position under the tree and in meditation, and they could not help themselves.

The three of them fell into the illusion of concentration, as if they had once again visited the original discussion site. They would not be able to get rid of it for a while, but in reality, this is definitely not a bad thing. As for how much benefit they can get, it depends on their personal cultivation and Concentrated.

About a quarter of an hour after the fog appeared, the abbot of Daliang Temple and another old monk hurried to the forbidden area of ​​​​the temple.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw Huitong and two other monks still sitting under the tree meditating. Occasionally, the three of them would frown or sweat.

"Abbott, do you want to wake them up?"

The abbot of Daliang Temple waved his hand and said to the monk next to him.

"Don't wake them up. This may not be a bad thing for them. There are so many illusions at this moment. It's already too late for us to enter samadhi. It's good for them to get this opportunity!"

The two monks just looked at the three people who had entered samadhi and protected them silently at the edge of the courtyard. They themselves also used the vision at this moment to appreciate the wonders of the original discussion of the Tao. That would be due to the limitations of the Taoist mind. I didn’t dare to stay in the core area for a long time, but this time I was able to feast my eyes on it.

This fog began to appear in the morning, turning the originally sunny days in Tongqiu Fucheng into cloudy skies. It did not dissipate until nightfall, but became increasingly dense.

Perhaps because the power of the sun weakens and recedes at night, or because the fog is thicker at night, the monks of Daliang Temple clearly feel that the visions at night are more mysterious, and some monks even fall into the illusion and cannot extricate themselves. Many people Fortunately there were no pilgrims at night, otherwise it would have been chaotic for a while.

Early the next morning, the old monk who was responsible for ringing the bell woke up. After getting dressed, he opened the door and saw that the outside was completely white.

"I am King Buddha Ming! This fog has not dissipated yet?"

Although he was surprised, he still had to ring the bell. After a while, the bell rang from the temple bell tower as usual.

"When...when...when..."

Many monks got up after hearing the sound, but when they got outside, they found that the fog had not disappeared. Fortunately, as the sky got brighter, the fog became much thinner, but it still lingered all day long.

On the seventh day, the abbot of Daliang Temple and several other monks hurriedly walked into the forbidden area, and infused their own spiritual energy behind Huitong and the other two meditating monks, and woke the three of them up. This was what they heard. time, if the call is too late, the body will easily be unable to hold on.

Huitong shook his head to wake up, rubbed his temples, feeling sore, opened his eyes and looked around, and saw that the situation was special.

"Master Abbot, why does this fog arise?"

The old abbot, like several other monks, handed Huitong a bowl of warm water, shook his head and said.

"I don't know either. About seven days ago in the morning, this fog suddenly appeared and filled the surrounding area of ​​Tongqiu Fucheng. It has not dissipated to this day."

Huitong drank the water, stood up, and then turned to look at the big tree behind him.

"I'm afraid someone has done it this way!"

"Well, I feel the same way, but his humane behavior is much deeper than that of me. I can't see it. Huitong, can you detect anything?"

Monk Huitong has been using magic to his eyes since he woke up, trying to see through the things behind the fog, but no matter how he checked, it seemed that the fog was still an ordinary fog.

"No, I can't see through it either."

Even monk Huitong couldn't see through it, so basically no one in Daliang Temple could see through it. Master Abbot also gave up his desire to find out for the time being, so he could only comfort the monks.

"In any case, the fog seems to be harmless and does not harm the pilgrims at present. Some pilgrims also seemed to have seen something strange, but they were not frightened and did not make too much noise. It has a good reputation for our Daliang Temple. There are also some benefits.”

Daliang Temple is a secular temple. It needs incense from the people and a certain degree of popularity. It also needs some generous donors who are willing to do good and charity to donate money. The many statues of the Mingwang Hall in the temple are inlaid with gold. They are all money.

"Let's go, you go and have something to eat first. If anything goes against our temple and all the pilgrims, the statue of Mingwang in the Foyin Mingwang Hall will definitely be a warning."

"Yes, if this mist is really man-made, can that person be able to compare with my Buddha Dharma?"

"That makes sense!" "Yeah!"

"Well done, Ming King Buddha!"

Several monks left the forbidden area together, but no one noticed the old dragon still standing under the tree.

At this moment, Old Long was looking at the sky in a daze, sometimes confused, sometimes indifferent, and sometimes smiling.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that most of them are limited by Buddhism, and it's a pity that I wasn't around at the time, but even if it's just a glimpse, it makes me feel good!"

……

The foggy scene during the New Year period in Tongqiu Fucheng lasted for half a month. On the early morning of the 19th day of the first lunar month, after the morning bell of Daliang Temple rang, a group of monks, including Huitong and the abbot of Daliang Temple, were in the dining hall. Have breakfast.

Suddenly.

"Anghou————"

A strange sound that was clear and distant but not particularly loud sounded within the temple. Many monks were stunned subconsciously, and then looked for the source of the sound.

After the sound lasted for about two or three breaths, it gradually faded away with a faint echo, until it completely disappeared. Everyone seemed to still have a lingering sensory lingering sound in their hearts and ears.

"What was the sound just now?" "I don't know."

"What does it sound like?"

"It doesn't look like it!"

"Is it from the temple?"

"No, it feels like it's from outside, and it doesn't sound like an animal."

The monks on the side were whispering to each other. The old abbot was holding a white day in his hand and pickles on his chopsticks. He turned to look at Monk Huitong who suddenly had a look of surprise on his face.

"Hui Tong, do you know the source of this sound and why it arises?"

Monk Huitong put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and said to the abbot.

"The poor monk has heard a similar sound before, this sound must be a kind of dragon roar!"

"So..."

"Yes, the poor monk thinks that the reason why the fog appeared in the past half month must be the owner of the voice just now. It seems that he has gained something and has left. I guess the fog will dissipate soon. ! ”

As he spoke, Huitong stood up, clasped his hands in a slight Buddhist salute towards the forbidden area.

As expected, the sky cleared up that day, and as soon as the sun shone, the fog inside and outside Tongqiufu City gradually melted away.

Old Long watched it for so long. Not only was it enjoyable, but he also discovered some points that both sides could not discuss during the discussion between Jiyuan and the old monk Foyin. However, what he watched this time was After some careful consideration, Lao Long felt happier this way.

‘Hey, next time you see Ji Yuan, you can talk to him, it’s just a bystander’s idea! ’

……

Dazhen, a prefectural city in Gyeonggi Province.

The palace has resumed its morning dynasty. Yin Zhaoxian and Yin Qing have to go to the palace every day to handle government affairs. Although Hu Yun wanted to sneak in and have a look, because of Ji Yuan's words, he could not follow Yin Qing to the palace.

After all, it is not the same as going to school back then. The nature is different, and Dazhen is at the juncture of prosperity and development. The royal family has the energy of crape myrtle to protect them. If Hu Yun, a monster, enters the palace, he may eventually be charged with the energy of crape myrtle. Maybe he will There will be a little surprise.

It is related to the Yin family's official career and governance. Ji Yuan said this, and now Hu Yun also understands the importance. He no longer wants to make trouble with Yin Qing, but focuses on tinkering with the mask.

That afternoon, Ji Yuan was playing chess with himself on a chessboard in the courtyard of the guest house when he suddenly heard a scream.

"Ahahaha! I finally got it!"

Needless to say, this is the voice of Hu Yun. Looking for Shuyuan www.zhaｏshuyuan.com is thanks to the fact that Yin Zhaoxian had already ordered that no servants are allowed to enter or leave the guest houses here except for one Chen Ayuan, otherwise The scream may scare people, or even lead them to discover that a fox is in the house.

"Hahahaha... Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji, look at what I made, this mask!"

Hu Yun held the mask with his front paws and ran on tiptoe with his back paws. He rushed all the way to Ji Yuan. This scene made Ji Yuan laugh.

"Mr. Ji, look at what I did. I did it alone, isn't it awesome!"

Ji Yuan took a fiery red fox mask from Hu Yun. Compared with the new one he bought before, it looked more slender and more like a fox face. There were two holes for the eyes. If it were worn by a person, On the other hand, places with poor lighting can definitely scare others.

"Well, good, what is the function of this mask?"

Ji Yuan deliberately offered something to say, and Hu Yun immediately said in an airy voice.

"Hey, this mask of mine is very powerful. It has some shadows of my supernatural powers. As long as you put it on, you can imitate another person with the imagination you know in your heart, and you can also wear it to deceive ordinary people. If you want to be real To sum it up, it can be compared to a way of change!"

Ji Yuan turned the mask up and down and nodded.

"Yes, that's right. Many foxes are good at spiritual magic, but yours is quite agile. It's very good. It's a good thing!"

This mask couldn't help but remind Ji Yuan of a painting in his hand. Of course, Hu Yun's mask is not as fine as that painting, and its concealment ability is not as strong, but its functionality is not bad.

At least in Ji Yuan's opinion, Hu Yun really made a good treasure, maybe even the fox himself didn't realize it.