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Tie Feng stood in the same place and thought for a long time, and suddenly a light flashed in his mind, thinking of a Mr. Fengya with a black jade hairpin stuck in his bun.

After a while, Tie Feng looked at the old gentleman again, and he couldn't see anyone anymore. The pilgrims of Daliang Temple came and went, and it was not easy to find them again.

"Feng'er, why are you standing there? Come in quickly!"

When the mother's voice came, Tie Feng couldn't take care of others for a while, so he replied "come" and entered the palace of King Foyin Ming.

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

Like all pilgrims, Tie Feng took incense and worshipped with his mother and maid Huanhuan, and then did not forget to put 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, and today, only a very small number of people can enter the inner courtyard.

However, the old dragon did not appear in front of the monks at the entrances of the inner courtyard at all, and no one noticed anything when he passed by them directly, and even some monks with Buddhist teachings were also unaware.

The purpose of the old dragon is very clear. He walked through the courtyard and passed the door all the way. He went 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!"

With a laugh, the old dragon walked directly towards the courtyard, and when he was still some distance away from there, he found that there were means such as formation restrictions, but from his perspective It is very rough, and it is naturally even more impossible to limit him to a real dragon.

Lao Long walked through this restriction like no one else, without even causing any ripples, he walked step by step into the so-called forbidden area of ​​Daliang Temple.

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

These three are the other two old monks in the Huitonghe monastery. At the moment, they are sitting cross-legged on the futon, contemplating meditation under the tree where the masters are talking about Taoism.

The eminent monks of Daliang Temple now know that cultivating under this tree will help to generate wisdom in concentration. Not only will the spiritual energy be abundant, but also the understanding of Buddhism will be more effective. Vision, so basically every day there are monks will practice here.

But practicing here is also risky. It doesn’t mean that visions will cause people to have demons, but some monks forget the time as soon as 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 think the situation was wrong and woke him up, he might have starved to death.

That time, after drinking half a pot of thick porridge with pickles, the abbot of Daliang Temple made a rule to go to a forbidden area to practice. .

Cultivation is sometimes very idealistic. This is not the kind of idealism that does not require material things, but it is often only by yourself that you can understand how long it takes to practice at a certain stage. The key is that it is easy to breed discord, and it is best to set the time yourself.

At this moment, Lao Long saw that the three monks were sitting upright under the tree and did not disturb them. He walked slowly under the tree, took a closer look at the big tree, and then looked at another position under the tree, which should be Ji Yuan and that The place where the old monk Foyin sat, even at this moment, the Dao Yun is still condensed.

The three monks also respected it very much. Even if they were practicing under the tree, they didn't dare to move the futon to that position. In Lao Long's view, this was both a manifestation of respect and cleverness. It's just that you don't feel comfortable, you can't die, but it's definitely uncomfortable.

More than a quarter of an hour has passed, and the three monks under the tree are still meditating, and Lao Long has carefully observed this place for a long time, from the initial interest to the serious frown at this moment.

Ji Yuan's discussion with the old monk Foyin was much more mysterious than Lao Long imagined. Ji Yuan's sentence "I have gained a lot, my heart is very happy" seems to be really no joke.

Lao Long walked back under the tree and looked at a newly erected stone tablet behind the three monks.

This stone tablet is engraved with words and painted with gold paint. The content of the words is - Under the Bodhi Tree.

"Under the Bodhi tree...good mood, the monk at Daliang Temple is still a bit interesting!"

Lao Long naturally recognized that this tree was actually a banyan and mulberry tree, but Ji Yuan and the old monk Foyin had been discussing Taoism for a long time, so what was the harm in changing the name of this tree.

After careful consideration, the old dragon opened his mouth.

"Haha..."

In the inaudible exhalation sound, a strong and peculiar water vapor spewed out of the old dragon's mouth. This breath gushed out very fast, and soon formed a mist that filled the surrounding area, and quickly spread to further distances.

He made a special trip to Daliang Temple. Of course, Lao Long couldn't just look at the specious. He had to see it more thoroughly, and naturally he had to use some means.

The fog spreads more and more, and the speed is getting faster and faster. After passing through the surrounding small courtyards, it is no longer simply moving towards the surrounding area, but it seems to drive a wide range of weather conditions. The entire west of Tongqiu Mansion The outside area is slowly filled with a mist, and it is still expanding.

In less than ten breaths of time, this sudden fog has enveloped the entire Tongqiu Palace City and a large area outside the city.

The fog wasn't too big or 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 city was fine, and the people around Daliang Temple were obviously a little more excited. Many people said that it was the mist of rain falling from the sky.

For the vast majority of people and pilgrims, apart from the surprise and novelty at the beginning, this 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 again, one of them pointed to the sky, the fog suddenly turned into a sea, and the waves swept like a black tide.

"Whoops..."

A huge hissing sound "sounded" in the sea waves.

"Boom..."

The sea exploded, and an incomparably huge fish rose into the sky with hundreds of millions of seawater, dancing water waves in the air and controlling the wind and clouds.

"Huh..." "Boom..."

Amidst the thunder and lightning, the incomparably huge fish bathed in electric light and wind and rain, and turned into an equally huge Peng bird.

"Pengzhi migrated to Nanming, the water hit three thousand miles, and the one that swayed and went straight up ninety thousand miles..."

Ji Yuan's voice echoed in this endless sea of ​​waves.

"Good, the heaven and the earth are boundless, the way of heaven is boundless, and I am boundless..."

An old voice sounded, and an incomparably huge golden hand suddenly appeared above the giant Peng rising towards the sky, as if the sky was pressing down, not only trying to catch the Peng bird but also want to touch it.

"Boom..."

The golden shards filled the sky, turned into a glazed Tianhe, and the Dapeng flew directly into the sky...

The old dragon was slightly shocked to see the vision that was born in the fog and enlarged in his heart. 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, they also felt the changes in the meditation, and some couldn't sit still.

At the same time, in Daliang Temple, people who were more sensitive than ordinary people gradually felt something special.

A little boy was holding his mother's hand, holding a bunch of half-eaten candied haws in his hand. He was about to take another bite, but found that the bamboo sticks in his hands began to turn green, and the candied haws on top began to sprout, and soon. Seedlings grow, even small flowers.

"Hey! Mommy, my candied haws are blooming!"

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

"Mother~~~"

The child shook his mother's hand violently. UU reading www.uukanshu.com finally waited for a brain seed. He could only hold his forehead and rub it himself. When he looked at the sugar gourd, there were no flowers or leaves.

A young woman came to the monastery to pray for the safety of her sweetheart, and she also wanted to ask if the sweetheart also had her in her heart.

This fluttering red line is beautiful, dancing beside the woman, sometimes wandering above her head, sometimes like a thin streamer around her, seeing the girl is novel and magical, she reached out and grabbed it in a daze, I even felt the tactile feeling of the string being caught, and then everything disappeared.

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

"Good job, female benefactor, this sign is very good!"

On the other side, Tie Feng saw that his mother was still chatting with an old monk inside, so he walked out of the Palace of King Foyin Ming by himself. Taking advantage of the slightly higher terrain here, he looked around. As far as he could see, there was white fog, and the buildings and buildings seemed hazy.

"It's strange, why is there a sudden fog at this time?"

Suddenly, Tie Feng's eyes widened, and he saw a huge hand on the west side as far as he could see, accompanied by a wide-sleeved white robe, and a splendid ink jade hairpin was grasped by his fingertips.

The giant hand swiped the hairpin casually, and a large river that reached the sky appeared in the distance, truly connecting the sky and the earth, and the waves in the river were billowing with white mist.

Then suddenly another huge golden hand appeared. It splashed water in the Tongtian River and turned into a huge boat with the golden word "Ferry" on the sail.

Tie Feng rubbed his eyes, and then looked again, the fog in the distance was still fog, and the big rivers and ships were gone.