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Tie Feng stood there thinking for a long time, suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered Mr. Feng Ya with a black jade hairpin stuck in his hair.

After such a short time, Tie Feng looked at the old gentleman again, but he could no longer see anyone. The pilgrims from Daliang Temple came and went, and it was not easy to find them again.

"Feng'er, what are you doing standing there? Hurry up and come in!"

When his mother's voice came, Tie Feng ignored others for the time being, replied "Come", and entered the Foyinming Palace.

The statue of King Ming with Buddha's handprint in the hall is solemn and solemn. The gold-clad body looks hazy and not dazzling under the sunlight outside and the ever-burning lamp indoors. Just looking at it makes people feel awe.

Like all pilgrims, Tie Feng, his mother and maid Huanhuan took incense and kowtowed together, and then they did not forget to throw a lot of money into the merit box.

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The inner courtyard of Daliang Temple is open to pilgrims to a limited extent, but on a day like today, basically only a very small number of people can enter the inner courtyard.

However, the old dragon didn't show up in front of the monks at the entrance of the inner courtyard at all, and no one noticed anything when he passed by them directly, and even some monks with Buddhist teachings among them were also unaware.

The old dragon's purpose was very clear, all the way through the courtyard and the door, he walked all the way to the depths of the backyard by feeling, and he could already see a big green tree in his sight.

"Hey, that's it!"

Laughing, the old dragon walked quickly towards that courtyard, and when he was still some distance away from there, he found that there were some means like array prohibition, but from his point of view It is very rough, and it is even more impossible to restrict him to a real dragon.

The old dragon walked through the restriction like a normal person, without even causing any ripples, and walked step by step into the so-called forbidden area of ​​Daliang Temple.

Entering that courtyard, the old dragon focused his eyes, and saw three monks under the tree, two old and one young, but he knew that the young one was not young according to the age of the human race.

These three people are the other two old monks in Huitonghe Temple, who are sitting cross-legged on the futon at the moment, meditating under the tree where the master talks about Taoism.

The eminent monks of Daliang Temple now know that practicing under this tree will help to generate wisdom in the middle of concentration. Not only is the aura abundant, but also the understanding of Buddhism will be more effective. If you are lucky and have the root of wisdom, you may even get a glimpse of it Vision, so there are monks practicing here basically every day.

But practicing here is also risky. It’s not that visions will cause people to have inner demons, but that some monks forget the time when they sit in meditation, and often need outsiders to wake them up. Last time, the abbot of Daliang Temple sat for more than half a month. If Huitong didn't feel that the situation was wrong and woke him up, he might have starved to death.

That time, after the abbot of Daliang Temple drank half a pot of thick porridge with pickles, he made a rule that when he went to practice in the forbidden area, he must leave a time for himself in advance, and let someone wake him up at this time, otherwise he would not be allowed to enter.

Practicing this kind of thing is sometimes very idealistic. This is not to say that there is no need for materialistic idealism, but that you can often realize how long it takes to practice at a certain stage. If outsiders decide, it is difficult to say whether the practice will be interrupted The key is that it is easy to breed discord. It is best to set your own time.

At this moment, the old dragon saw the three monks sitting upright under the tree, and he didn't disturb them. He walked slowly to the tree, took a closer look at the big tree, and then looked at another direction under the tree. Even at this moment, the position where the old monk Foyin sat was still condensed.

The three monks respected this very much. Even if they practiced under the tree, they did not dare to move the futon to that place. In the eyes of the old dragon, this was not only a manifestation of respect, but also a manifestation of wisdom. It's just uncomfortable, not to death, but definitely uncomfortable.

More than a quarter of an hour passed, and the three monks under the tree were still meditating, and the old dragon had been carefully observing the place inside and out for a long time, from being very interested at the beginning to frowning seriously at this moment.

The discussion between Ji Yuan and the old monk Foyin was much more mysterious than what the old dragon imagined. It seems that Ji Yuan's sentence "I have gained a lot, I am very happy" is really not a joke.

The old dragon walked back under the tree and looked at a stone tablet that was obviously newly erected behind the three monks.

The stele is engraved with text and painted with gold paint, the content of the text is - under the Bodhi tree.

"Under the bodhi tree... what a mood, the monks in Daliang Temple are interesting!"

The old dragon naturally recognized that this tree was actually a banyan and mulberry tree, but experts like Ji Yuan and old monk Foyin had discussed this for a long time, so it wouldn't hurt to change the name of this tree.

After careful consideration, the old dragon opened his mouth.

"Ho ha..."

Amidst the inaudible sound of exhaling, a thick and strange water vapor spewed out from the old dragon's mouth. The breath spewed out extremely fast, and soon formed a mist, filled the surrounding area, and quickly spread further away.

He made a special trip to Daliang Temple. Of course, the old dragon couldn't just look at the plausibility. If he wanted to see it, he had to see it thoroughly.

The fog spread more and more, and the speed became faster and faster. After passing through several small courtyards around, it no longer simply spread towards the surroundings, but seemed to drive a large-scale weather change. The area is slowly filled with a mist, and it is still expanding.

In less than a dozen breaths of time, this sudden mist had already enveloped the entire Tongqiu City and a large area outside the city.

The fog was neither too big nor too dense, but it came suddenly and miraculously, making people feel that the surroundings had become hazy before they knew it.

At the juncture of the New Year, the Fucheng is fine, and the people around Daliang Temple are obviously more excited. Many people say that it is the mist of rain from the sky.

For the vast majority of common people and pilgrims, except for the surprise and novelty at the beginning, it actually has little impact, but it may not be the case for some people with sensitive intuition.

Under the tree in the forbidden area of ​​Daliang Temple, the old dragon glanced around, as if he saw Ji Yuan and the old monk Foyin sitting back under the tree, pointing to the sky, and suddenly the mist turned into a sea, and the waves swept like a black tide.

"Whoa..."

A huge neighing sound "rang" in the sea waves.

"Boom..."

The sea exploded, and a gigantic fish rose into the sky carrying hundreds of millions of sea water, dancing the water waves in the air and controlling the wind and clouds.

"Ah..."

"Boom..."

Amidst the thunder and lightning, the huge fish was bathed in lightning and wind and rain, and turned into an equally huge bird.

"Peng's migration to Nanmingye, the water hits three thousand miles, and the one that soars up ninety thousand miles..."

Ji Yuan's voice echoed in the endless waves.

"Good, the heavens and the earth are immeasurable, the way of heaven is immeasurable, and I am also immeasurable..."

An old voice sounded, and an incomparably huge golden hand suddenly appeared on top of the giant roc rising against the sky.

"boom……"

The golden fragments filled the sky, turning into a glassy river, and the roc flew directly into the sky...

The old dragon looked at the strange image born in the fog and magnified it in his heart with a little shock. Ji Yuan and the old monk Foyin really have a way!

At this time, the three monks under the tree were already frowning frequently, obviously feeling the changes in meditation, and they couldn't sit still.

At the same time, in Daliang Temple, people who are more sensitive than ordinary people gradually feel the strangeness.

A little boy is holding his mother's hand, holding a bunch of half-eaten candied haws in his hand. He is about to take another bite, but finds that the bamboo sticks in his hand have begun to turn green, and the candied haws on it have also begun to sprout, and soon Seedlings grow and even florets bloom.

"Hey! Mother, mother, my candied haws are blooming!"

The child excitedly called for his mother, but the woman just glanced at him and ignored him.

"Mother~~~"

The child shook his mother's hand violently, and finally got a brain, so he could only hold his forehead and rub it by himself. When he looked at the candied haws, there were no flowers, branches and leaves.

A young woman came to the temple to pray for the safety of her sweetheart, and also wanted to ask if the sweetheart also had herself in her heart. After shaking the lottery bucket, what she threw out was a red floating thread.

This fluttering red thread is beautiful, dancing around the woman, wandering above her head for a while, and circling around her like a thin ribbon, the girl is both novel and miraculous, she stretched out her hand in a daze, I even felt the touch of the string being caught, and then everything disappeared.

Looking down at the bamboo sticks on the ground, a master monk helped her pick them up.

"Sounds good, benefactor, this lottery is very good!"

Seeing that his mother was still chatting with an old monk inside, Tie Feng on the other side walked out of the Foyin Mingwang Hall by himself. Taking advantage of the slightly higher terrain here, he looked around, and all he could see was white mist, and the houses and buildings looked hazy.

"Strange, why is there a fog suddenly at this time?"

Suddenly, Tie Feng's eyes widened, and on the west side where he could see, a huge hand appeared, with a white robe with wide sleeves following him, holding a radiant black jade hairpin with his fingertips.

The giant waved the hairpin in his hand, and a huge river reaching the sky appeared in the distance, truly connecting the sky and the earth, with waves billowing in the river and white mist in the middle.

Then suddenly another huge golden hand appeared, holding water in the sky-reaching river and splashing it, turning into a huge boat with a golden word "渡" on the sail.

Tie Feng rubbed his eyes, and looked again, the fog in the distance was still fog, and there were no big rivers, big hands and big boats.