When the fog first appeared, some monks in Daliang Temple felt that the fog was too strange, but neither their own spiritual perception nor some arrangements in the temple reacted at all.
This makes the fog seem like ordinary natural fog, and this fog is not only in Daliang Temple, but also around Tongqiu City.
But then some eminent monks saw strange visions in the fog, but while they were astonished, they immediately discovered that the pilgrims inside and outside the temple were still very orderly and there was nothing unusual.
Moreover, the strange visions in the fog seemed to be just strange visions, and there was no dizziness. This made several monks in Daliang Temple breathe a sigh of relief, and after some consideration, they decided not to close the temple.
If we talk about the people who were most affected, they were actually the three monks who were in meditation sitting under the tree. It’s just that these three people were now in such a special position under the tree and in meditation, so they could no longer control themselves.
The three of them fell into an illusion of concentration, as if they were back at the scene of the original discussion. They were unable to get rid of it for the time being. But to be honest, this was definitely not a bad thing. As for how much benefit one could get, it depended on one's personal cultivation and concentration.
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 I entered the courtyard, I saw Huitong and two other monks still sitting under a tree in meditation. Occasionally, the three of them would frown or sweat.
"Abbot, 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. They are full of illusions right now. It's too late for us to enter a state of meditation. It's good for them to get this opportunity!"
The two monks just looked at the three people in meditation and silently protected them at the edge of the yard. They also took advantage of the strange vision at this moment to appreciate the wonderful scene when they discussed Taoism in the past. At that time, due to the limitations of their Taoism and character, they did not dare to stay in the core area for a long time. This time they could feast their eyes.
The fog began to appear in the morning, turning the originally sunny day in Tongqiu City into a cloudy day. It did not dissipate until nightfall, but became thicker and thicker.
Perhaps it was because the power of the sun weakened at night, or perhaps it was because the fog was thicker at night, the monks of Daliang Temple clearly felt that the visions at night were more magical. Some monks even fell into illusions and could not extricate themselves. Many people were glad that there were no pilgrims at night, otherwise there would be chaos for a while.
The next morning, the old monk who was in charge of ringing the bell woke up, got dressed, opened the door and saw a vast expanse of white outside.
"I am the Buddha, the King of Light! Is the fog still not gone?"
Although he was surprised, he still had to ring the bell. After a while, the bell rang from the temple bell tower as usual.
“Ding… Ding… Ding…”
Many monks got up upon hearing the noise, but when they got outside they found that the fog had not dissipated. Fortunately, as the sky brightened, the fog became much thinner, but it still lingered all day.
On the seventh day, the abbot of Daliang Temple and several other monks hurried into the forbidden area, and injected their spiritual energy behind Huitong and the other two meditating monks, awakening the three of them. This was the time they had heard the call, and if they called too late, their bodies would easily not be able to hold on.
Hui Tong shook his head and woke up. He rubbed his temples and felt sore and heavy. He opened his eyes and looked around. Sure enough, he saw that the situation was special.
"Master Abbot, what exactly caused this fog?"
The old abbot, like several other monks, handed Huitong a bowl of warm water and shook his head.
"I don't know. About seven days ago in the morning, this fog suddenly appeared and filled the surrounding area of Tongqiu City. It has not dissipated until today."
Huitong drank the water, stood up, then turned around and looked at the big tree behind him.
"I'm afraid there must be some expert who can do this!"
"Well, I feel the same way, but his practice is much deeper than mine. I can't see it. Huitong, can you detect anything?"
Since Monk Huitong regained consciousness, he has been using his magic to focus his eyes, trying to see what is behind the fog. However, no matter how hard he looks, it seems as if the fog is still just ordinary fog.
"No, I can't see through it either."
If even Monk Huitong couldn't see through it, then basically no one in Daliang Temple could see through it. The abbot temporarily gave up the desire to find out the truth and could only comfort the monks.
"Anyway, this fog seems to be beneficial and harmless at the moment. It will not hurt the pilgrims. Some pilgrims also seem to have seen something strange, but they were not frightened or made too much noise. It is also good for the reputation of our Daliang Temple."
Daliang Temple is a worldly temple that needs the incense and worship of the people and a certain degree of fame. It also needs some generous donors who are willing to do good and give money. The gold inlay on the bodies of many statues in the Mingwang Hall of the temple is very deep, and it all comes from money.
"Let's go, go eat something first. If anything bad happens to our temple and the pilgrims, the statue of Mingwang in the Foyin Mingwang Hall will definitely give a warning."
"Yes, if this fog is really man-made, can that man be compared with the Dharma of my Buddha, the Mingwang?"
"That makes sense!" "Yeah!"
"Good be to the Great 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, the old dragon was staring at the sky in a trance, sometimes puzzled, sometimes indifferent, and sometimes smiling.
"What a shame! It's a shame that one party is restricted by Buddhism. It's also a shame that I was not there at the time. But even if it's just a glimpse like this, it makes me feel very happy!"
…
The foggy scene during the New Year in Tongqiu Prefecture lasted for half a month. On the 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 having breakfast in the dining hall.
suddenly.
“Roar——”
A clear and distant but not particularly loud strange sound rang out within the temple, causing many monks to be subconsciously stunned and then look for the source of the sound.
The sound lasted for about two or three breaths, then gradually faded away with a faint echo. When it disappeared completely, the lingering sound seemed to still linger in everyone's hearts and ears.
"What was that sound just now?" "I don't know."
"What kind of chanting does it sound like?"
“Not like that!”
"Is it in the temple?"
"No way, it feels like it's coming from outside, and it doesn't sound like any animal."
The monks were whispering to each other nearby. The old abbot was holding a bowl of Bai Zhou in his hand with pickles on his chopsticks. He turned his head to look at Monk Hui Tong, who suddenly looked enlightened.
"Hui Tong, do you know where this sound comes from and why?"
Monk Huitong put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and said to the abbot.
"I have heard a similar sound before. This must be a dragon's roar!"
"so… "
"Yes, I think that the reason why the fog appeared half a month ago must be the work of 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, Hui Tong stood up, clasped his hands together and performed a slight Buddhist salute towards the forbidden area.
As expected, the sky cleared up that day, and as the sun shone, the fog inside and outside the Tongqiu City gradually melted away.
Lao Long watched for such a long time, not only was it very enjoyable, but he also discovered some points that Ji Yuan and the old monk Foyin could not continue the discussion. However, his observation this time gave him some insights, and Lao Long felt even happier.
"Hey, next time I see Ji Yuan, I can talk to him about it. It's like being a bystander and seeing things more clearly!"
…
Dazhen is the capital of the capital city of Gyeonggi Province.
The palace has resumed its morning court sessions. Yin Zhaoxian and Yin Qing go to the palace every day to handle government affairs. Although Hu Yun wants to sneak in and take a look, Ji Yuan's words prevent him from following Yin Qing to the palace.
After all, it is not the same private school as before, the nature is different, and Dazhen is at the point of prosperity, the royal family is protected by the Ziwei Qi, Hu Yun, a monster, entering the palace may eventually be affected by the Ziwei Qi, and there may be some small accidents.
This matter concerns the Yin family's career and the governance of the country. After Ji Yuan's words, Hu Yun now knows what is important and no longer makes a fuss about it with Yin Qing. Instead, he concentrates on tinkering with the mask.
That afternoon, Ji Yuan was playing chess with himself on the chessboard in the courtyard of the guest house when he suddenly heard a scream.
"Ahahahaha! I finally did it!"
Needless to say, this was Hu Yun's voice. Fortunately, Yin Zhaoxian had already ordered that except for Chen Ayuan, no servants were allowed to enter or leave the guest houses here. Otherwise, the scream might scare people and even lead them to discover that there was a fox in the mansion.
"Hahahaha... Mr. Ji, please take a look at what I made, this mask!"
Hu Yun held the mask with his two front paws and ran on tiptoe with his two hind paws, rushing all the way to Ji Yuan. Ji Yuan couldn't help laughing when he saw this scene.
"Mr. Ji, look at what I did. I did it all by myself. Isn't it amazing?"
Ji Yuan took a fiery red fox mask handed to him by Hu Yun. Compared with the new one, it looked more slender and more like a fox face, with only two holes for the eyes. If someone wore it, it would definitely scare others in places with poor lighting.
"Yeah, that's right, what does this mask do?"
Ji Yuan deliberately brought up the topic, and Hu Yun immediately spoke in a proud manner.
"Hehe, this mask of mine is really powerful. It has some of my magical powers. As long as I wear it, I can imitate another person based on my imagination. I can also use it to deceive ordinary people. If you really count it, it can be compared to a way of transformation!"
Ji Yuan flipped the mask up and down and nodded.
"Yeah, not bad. Many foxes are good at the spirit arts, but yours is quite agile, which is pretty good. It's a good thing!"
This mask reminded Ji Yuan of a painted skin in his hand. Of course, Hu Yun's mask was not as delicate as that painted skin, and its concealment ability was not as strong, but its functionality was not bad.
At least in Ji Yuan's opinion, Hu Yun really made a good treasure, perhaps even the fox himself did not realize it.