Tie Feng stood there and thought for a long time, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he remembered a Fengya gentleman with a black jade hairpin in his bun.
After just a while, Tie Feng looked at the old gentleman again and could no longer see anyone. Daliang Temple pilgrims were coming and going, so it was not easy to find him again.
"Feng'er, what are you doing standing there? Come in quickly!"
When his mother's voice came, Tie Feng couldn't care about others for the time being. He replied "Here we come" and entered the Foyin Mingwang Hall.
The statue of King Ming with the Buddha's handprint in the hall is solemn and solemn. Under the illumination of outdoor sunlight and indoor lights, the gold-coated body looks hazy but not dazzling. Just looking at it makes people feel awe.
Like all pilgrims, Tie Feng, his mother and maid Huan Huan took incense and bowed before him, and then he also threw a lot of money into the merit box.
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The inner courtyard of Daliang Temple is open to pilgrims on a limited basis, but on days like today, only a handful of people can enter the inner courtyard.
However, Lao Long 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. There were even some Buddhist monks among them who were also unaware.
Lao Long's purpose was very clear. He walked through the courtyard and through the gate, and walked to the depths of the backyard based on his feeling. He could already see a big green tree in his sight.
"Hey, that's it!"
With a laugh, Old Long walked quickly towards that courtyard. When he was still some distance away, he found that there was something like a formation restriction, but from his perspective It is very rough, and it is even more impossible to restrain him as a real dragon.
Old Long walked through the forbidden area like a normal person, without even causing any ripples, and walked step by step into the so-called forbidden area of Daliang Temple.
After entering the courtyard, Old Long's eyes narrowed and he saw three monks under the tree. Two were old and the other was young, but he knew that the young one was not young according to the age of the human race.
These three people were Huitong and the other two old monks in the temple. They were sitting cross-legged on the futon and meditating under the tree where the master was discussing the Tao.
The eminent monks of Daliang Temple now know that practicing under this tree can help to gain wisdom in concentration. Not only will the spiritual energy be abundant, but the understanding of Buddhism will also be more effective. If you are lucky and have wisdom roots, you might even be able to catch a glimpse of it. It’s a strange sight, so monks practice here basically every day.
But there are risks in practicing here. It's not that visions will cause people to have inner demons, but that some monks lose track of 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 hadn't woken him up because he felt something was wrong, 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 going to a forbidden place to practice, he must leave a time in advance for others to wake him up at this time, otherwise he would not be allowed in. .
Cultivation is sometimes very idealistic. This does not mean that there is no need for material things, but often you can only realize how long a certain stage of practice takes. If outsiders try to figure it out, it is difficult to say whether it will interrupt the practice. The key is that it is easy to breed discord. It is best to set your own time.
At this moment, Old Long saw the three monks sitting upright under the tree, and did not bother them. He walked slowly to the tree, took a closer look at the big tree, and then looked at another position under the tree. There should be Ji Yuan and the other monks. The place where the old monk Foyin sat, the Tao Yuan is still condensed even at this moment.
These three monks also respected this very much. Even if they were practicing under the tree, they would not dare to move the futon to that position. In Lao Long's view, this was not only a sign of respect, but also a sign of cleverness. If he was not spiritual enough, he would not dare to sit in that place. It's just uncomfortable. It won't kill you, but it's definitely uncomfortable.
More than a quarter of an hour passed, and the three monks under the tree were still meditating, while Old Long had carefully observed the place inside and out for a long time. From being interested at first, to frowning seriously now.
The discussion between Ji Yuan and the old monk Foyin was much more profound than Lao Long imagined. It seemed that Ji Yuan was really not joking when he said, "I have gained a lot, and my heart is very happy."
Old Long walked back to the tree and looked at an obviously newly erected stone tablet behind the three monks.
This stone tablet is engraved with text and painted with gold paint. The text reads - Under the Bodhi Tree.
"Under the bodhi tree... such a beautiful scene. The monks at Daliang Temple are quite interesting!"
Old Long naturally recognized that this tree was actually a banyan mulberry tree, but experts such as Ji Yuan and the old monk Foyin had been discussing this for a long time, so there was no harm in changing the name of the tree.
After careful consideration, the old dragon opened his mouth.
"Haha..."
In the inaudible sound of exhalation, a strong and strange water vapor spurted out from the old dragon's mouth. This breath came out very fast, and soon formed a mist that filled the surroundings, and quickly spread further away.
Lao Long made a special trip to Daliang Temple. Of course, Lao Long couldn't just look at something specious. If he wanted to look at it, he had to see it thoroughly, which naturally required some means.
The mist dispersed more and more, and its speed became faster and faster. After spreading over several small courtyards around it, it no longer simply expanded towards the surroundings, but seemed to affect a wide range of weather conditions, covering the entire west side of Tongqiufu City. A mist slowly filled the outside area and was still expanding.
In less than a dozen breaths, the sudden fog had enveloped the entire Tongqiu City and a large area outside the city.
The fog was neither big nor too dense, but it came suddenly and magically, making people feel that the surroundings had become hazy before they knew it.
At this juncture of the New Year, the city was fine, and the people around Daliang Temple were obviously more excited. Many people said it was like rain falling from the sky.
For most people and pilgrims, apart from the initial surprise and novelty, this actually has little impact, but for some people with keen intuition, this may not be the case.
Under the tree in the forbidden area of Daliang Temple, Old Long 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. Suddenly the mist rolled into the sea, and the waves swept like a black tide.
"Woo ho..."
A huge neighing sound "rang" in the sea waves.
"Boom..."
The sea exploded, and a huge fish rose into the sky with billions of seawater, dancing in the air and riding the wind and clouds.
"Beep..." "Boom..."
Amidst the lightning and thunder, the huge fish bathed in the lightning and wind and turned into an equally huge roc.
"When Peng migrates to Nanming, the water hits him for three thousand miles, and then surges upward for ninety thousand miles..."
Ji Yuan's voice echoed in the endless waves.
"Excellent, heaven and earth are immeasurable, heaven's way is immeasurable, and I am immeasurable..."
An old voice sounded, and a huge golden hand suddenly appeared on the giant roc rising into the sky, as if the sky was pressing down, not only wanting to capture the roc, but also wanting to touch it.
"Boom..."
Golden fragments filled the sky, turning into a glassy Milky Way, and the roc flew directly into the sky...
Old Long was slightly shocked as he looked at the vision that was born in the mist and deduced and magnified in his mind. Ji Yuan and the old monk Foyin really have some skills!
At this time, the three monks under the tree were frowning frequently. Apparently they had also felt changes in their meditation, and they could no longer sit still.
At the same time, in Daliang Temple, people who were more sensitive than ordinary people gradually felt something special.
A little boy held his mother's hand and held a bunch of half-eaten candied haws. When he was about to take another bite, he found that the bamboo stick on his hand began to turn green, and the candied haws on it began to sprout, and soon Small seedlings grow and even small flowers bloom.
"Hey! Mother, mother, my candied haws have blossomed!"
The child shouted excitedly for his mother, but the woman just glanced at him and ignored him.
"Mother~~~"
The child shook his mother's hand violently. Finally, he had no idea. He could only hold his forehead and rub it by himself. When he looked at the candied haws, there were no flowers or branches left.
A young woman came to the temple to pray for the safety of her sweetheart, and also wanted to ask if her sweetheart also cared about her. After swinging the bucket, what came out was a red floating thread.
This fluttering red thread was so beautiful that it danced around the woman. Sometimes it was wandering above her head, and sometimes it was like a thin streamer wrapped around her. The girl felt novel and magical at the same time. She stretched out her hand to grab it in a daze. I even felt the touch of the string being grasped, and then everything disappeared.
She looked down at the bamboo sticks on the ground and saw that a master monk had already picked them up for her.
"Excellent, female donor, this lottery 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 Foyin Mingwang Hall. Taking advantage of the slightly higher terrain, he looked around. Everything he could see was white mist, and the buildings looked hazy.
"It's strange, why did a fog suddenly appear at this time?"
Suddenly, Tie Feng's eyes widened, and he saw a huge hand appearing on the west side of his sight, accompanied by a wide-sleeved white robe, holding a bright black jade hairpin at his fingertips.
The giant held the hairpin and swiped it casually, and a huge river appeared in the distance, truly connecting the sky and the earth, with rolling waves and white mist in the river.
Then suddenly, an equally huge golden hand appeared, took water in the vast river and sprinkled it, turning into a huge boat with a golden word "cross" on the sail.
Tie Feng rubbed his eyes and looked again. The fog in the distance was still fog, and there were no traces of big rivers, big hands and big boats.