Smoke lingered, and ritual music sounded.
In front of the Yunjie Jiuding in the Taimiao Temple is solemn and solemn, the royals wearing grand and grand formal attire, and the clan officials holding sacrifices, their eyes are a little flirtatious today.
By the way, is this smoke a little thicker
The incense smoked in the worship of the Taimiao Temple is of course the best thing.
Finger-thick sandalwood was inserted into a large golden incense burner, and it was lined up full of smoke.
Just thinking about it, he also felt that something was wrong.
Glancing at the thick fog, the emperor threw the sacrifice into the incense burner before finishing his recitation, and hurriedly turned around and left.
"Doctor Xuan!"
Everyone was silent like a cicada, their faces turned pale, and they ran away.
"Destroy the incense and check everything!" Yulin Nakaro had a livid face.
These people who hang out in the highest places of power all day long can think of privacy in everything. As the smoke increased, the people would only look up at the strangeness, but the emperor immediately thought whether there was a problem with the incense.
There was a daring royal relative who covered his mouth and nose with the collar of his clothes and looked back a few more times, because he was far away and found clues instead.
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
The emperor was extremely displeased, and frowned and glanced.
The royal family was excitedly pointing at something.
They happened to walk to the door of the nave, and they were more than ten feet away from the Yunjie Jiuding. They happened to have a panoramic view of the Jiuding, and saw a strange scene looming in the smoke.
Indistinct forest trees, a curved stream.
The momentum was so great that this flowing cloud scene almost covered the small hall behind it.
"This, this, the ancestors have spirits! God's omen!"
Someone exclaimed in a low voice, the emperor stared blankly, only an official from Yazhou moved his Adam's apple, wanting to say what kind of miracle is this, it looks like a mirage
The coastal area of Yazhou is very desolate. Standing on the mountain overlooking the sea, you can often see strange phenomena in the sky in the distance. Sometimes it is Qionglou and Yuyu, a prosperous city, and sometimes it is mountains and rivers. People who seek a life at sea avoid it, but every year, a large number of rough men who run the rivers and lakes go to sea to search for this legendary ghost town.
This is not a miracle, shouldn't it be some evildoer!
But rice can be eaten indiscriminately, and words cannot be spoken indiscriminately, especially since this is still an imperial temple. This little official of the Ministry of Rites was so blushing that his neck was thick.
"Tian Zhao! Master Yuan Ku, take a look for me." The emperor was also a little excited.
In the ordinary world, abnormal things, as long as they look good, are called auspicious signs.
The one with an extra cluster of wheat ears is called Jiahe, and the deer that is born with incomplete white skin and red eyes is called Shenlu—
The monk Yuanku, who accompanied the emperor to Taimiao, was from the Dabaoguo Temple. At this moment, his whole face was bitter. This mirage, you can see who is playing tricks at a glance!
Venerable Huanjian can play, but he can't gossip behind his back.
They were able to pinch in the capital for hundreds of years, simply because this Demon Venerable obeyed the rules of the comprehension world—regardless of entering the world or living in seclusion, Mahayana monks could not easily take action. If it is a major faction or a great power of magic cultivation, this restriction will even extend to the period of spiritual transformation. Their enemies are only monks of the same rank.
Usually, it is the interest of Venerable Huanjian. If the old man is not happy, he directly smashes his body on the spot, and framed the Dabaoguo Temple to the world to assassinate the national teacher, and they would have to deal with mundane affairs.
Monk Yuanku was in a dilemma, and the people from the Baishan Academy next to him hurriedly said, "Report to Your Majesty, the clouds and mist form a scene, this is a good omen."
"Yeah." The emperor nodded in relief.
The people from Baishan Academy gave Monk Yuan a contemptuous glance: What are you doing, you are the right people to tell lies and lies, we are all people who are going to pretend to be great Confucians, we are Qingliu, we are scribes! It's completely different from the way you walk, and you talk too much, and you will be impeached by the censor as a courtier who flatters the emperor!
Master Yuanku glared: Monks don't lie!
People from Baishan Academy: Come on, have we lied to the emperor enough
Master Yuan Ku snorted coldly: When we encountered a fact that was hard to tell, we only lowered our eyes and recited Amitabha Buddha.
People from Baishan Academy: ... a dead bald donkey!
Not to mention the noise, worry, and joy, and said that the hand of the Huanjian in the tripod stopped, biting the pecan, his face was full of surprise, the white mist was spreading too fast, and they were shrouded in it in a blink of an eye, and the black The Yuangu Pond was covered by the rest of the water, and a tripod emerged.
"Oh, it's amazing, it's a big game!"
Venerable Huanjian threw the walnut, picked up the mirage bead, and quickly wrapped it in the real water of the four seas.
The mirage that was released was like water that was poured out.
"Fellow Daoist Shi Feng, how deep is your brother's obsession with you?"
Venerable Huanjian's eyebrows were twisted, and he did not forget to take advantage of his words and said, "If this continues, it will not be good for his cultivation mood! It is easy to fall into the devil, and it happens that I am short of people here. Daoist Shi Feng, would you like to give up your love?"
When Shi Feng saw himself in the phantom, with his tender and loving expression and eyes, his whole person seemed to be struck by Jiutian Xuanlei—yes, it was those monks who were about to ascend after the catastrophe. I couldn't tell whether it was horror or joy, struggling to close my eyes, but also to confirm, completely stunned.
Because everyone's calamity is different in size and quantity.
- How can anyone who has really encountered a serious catastrophe express their thoughts.
Therefore, the people who have succeeded in transcending the calamity have the same expressions, meaning: Is this the end? Is it over? Not dead, not hurt, not burnt? So simple? Then I was afraid of a ball before!
This kind of mood is similar to Shi Feng's self-loathing, but in the end he finds it unnecessary.
"Your Highness!" Shi Feng calmed down and asked with a bad look, "Your Highness is playing with my brothers and sisters because you want to get revenge?"
"No!"
Venerable Huanjian replied with a smile: "The first time I saw Junior Brother Ling, I sensed that mirage bead! It turned out to be just curiosity, the Gorefiend came to steal my treasure, but it was eaten by people. That's all, that mirage bead. There is a peculiar aura."
When the South Sea Clam Demon lacks companions to comfort it, the mirage will be affected, and to its peers, it will be more conspicuous than the bright moon in the dark night.
The mirage bead was swallowed by Chen He, and placed in the Purple Mansion of Shentai, wrapped in fire in the stone, driven by true essence, which made the mirage bead become a part of his spiritual sense. Although it is only in the late stage of Jindan, and the consciousness has not yet been achieved, for Venerable Huanjian, who has lived in the South China Sea for 400 years, this anomaly caught his attention.
Gorefiend's junior brother, he likes someone so much that even the mirage beads have changed.
Isn't this interesting
"You came to the capital yesterday. In the Zuichun Tower, I released a mirage to cover it up. The Wannian Mirage Pearl sensed it, but unfortunately it doesn't look down on this ordinary mirage, and it has changed more obviously." , "I'm also curious as to who my junior brother admires can surpass a senior brother who is so close to him. As a result—"
Like each other, it's good to congratulate, isn't it
"Shut up!" Shi Feng's face was so cold that he was about to drop ice.
No matter what Chen He was thinking, how could he be happy when he was exposed to outsiders like this
Seeing the younger brother staring blankly at Shi Feng in the illusion, he stretched out his hand as if to pull him, showing that familiar smile, Shi Feng was even more angry, and dragged Chen He away without even thinking about it.
But the mirage was just an illusion, and in the blink of an eye the "Shi Feng" appeared on the other side, and he lowered his head to kiss Chen He's forehead.
At this moment, Venerable Huanjian controlled the mirage and took Bai Yan away.
Chen He opened his eyes in horror, reaching out to grab the vain smoke, but Shi Feng finally couldn't stand it anymore. He gently squeezed the back of his junior brother's neck with his True Yuan, and Chen He immediately fell silently.
Reaching out his hand to catch the younger brother, Shi Feng put on an extremely unsightly face, and said word by word, "I will never forget the gift of today!"
"Don't!" Venerable Huanjian hurriedly threw the mirage beads back to the mustard seed magic weapon, and said seriously, "Daoist Shi Feng does not need to be so arrogant, this seat only cares about love and trouble, and never gossip!"
"… "
"The world calls you a blood demon, and you seem to want to stand in the devil's way, yet you are taboo about the ethics of the world?" Venerable Huanjian wondered.
- Shi Feng is not afraid of being pointed at, but he is worried about Chen He.
Whether the mirage just now is true or not, once it spreads out, Chen He will definitely be said to be a delusional apprentice of the Beixuan School by means of shameless means. Human words are terrifying, more terrifying than Tianlei.
"I don't believe you." Shi Feng said coldly.
Venerable Huanjian touched his nose.
"The mirage is yours, and the illusion can be driven by you! I won't believe your one-sided words." Shi Feng said decisively, but Venerable Huanjian was almost knocked on the teeth by the walnut he swallowed.
He blinked, and then suddenly said: "The mirage is not directed at you, this is absolutely what your younger brother thinks, not yours!"
Venerable Huanjian was ready to make Shi Feng angry. Unexpectedly, when he revealed this great secret, Shi Feng did not move at all, just stared at him.
Just when Venerable Huanjian couldn't help but want to touch some raisins and eat them out, he heard Shi Feng ask, "How did you see it?"
"… "
Venerable Huanjian adjusted his robes, showing an indifferent and disdainful expression: "It's too obvious."
After he finished speaking, he patted his sleeve and fled, leaving only Shi Feng.
Shi Feng had a lingering fear in his heart. He took care of Chen He for so many years, but he didn't feel that the intimacy would be suspicious. As a result, Venerable Huanjian could see that, wouldn't Chen He be in danger
Delusions laughed wantonly in his heart: Why do you have to be pretentious and say you don't believe in mirages? Isn't this the best result
Shi Feng immediately suppressed the delusion.
The younger brother is still young, even in love. I don't necessarily know what love is. Where does the obsession come from? Still incapable of extricating yourself
- No, Chen He stayed in the Small World Fragment for 40 years. Because it took too long, the mirage beads were touched.
"If... this is true..."
Shi Feng stared at the sleepy Chen He, unable to express the mixed bitterness in his heart.
Emotions are all sins.
He should have thought that Chen He is also the fate.
If that person were me - luckily of all misfortunes!
Ethics, causality, and human words are terrifying, all of which are not as important as Chen He's safety.
Before, he curbed his delusions for Chen He's sake, but now he has to obey this delusion that might drag them all down into the abyss? There has never been a Taoist companion of the same gender in the cultivation world, not to mention that his true essence is terribly weird, and there is no way forward in the future, only doom.
Shi Feng stared at Chen He for a long time, he thought, he needs to determine whether the junior brother is really in love.
If the mirage is true, then even if the catastrophe is irreversible, it can only go on, and the feelings are deeply wounded. With such suffering, he would rather Chen He never have an afterlife.