As soon as this verse was spoken, Yi Shuyuan's voice seemed to be stretched to infinite distance.

In the perception of Monk Zhaoli and Ding Feixiong, there is an extraordinarily magical sense of distance. The three of them are next to the round tree, but it makes them feel like they are standing alone between heaven and earth.

However, the sound of Yi Shuyuan's oral recitation of scriptures came from afar, sometimes clearly, sometimes vaguely, and sometimes inaudible, but it did not affect the coherence of the Buddhist scriptures.

Being unclear is not disturbing, and it may not even be unclear.

The sound of the wind, the rustling of withered grass, the chirping of birds around, the sound of brooms plowing when someone sweeps the floor, even the chanting of Buddha's chants by some other monks in the temple as they pass by, and other sounds in the distance, all seem to be integrated into the scriptures.

part of.

The Buddhist sutras were spoken from Yi Shuyuan's mouth, and the original charm of the clay Bodhisattva chanting sutras in the small temple has not diminished, and it has been supplemented by the way of his own sound changes.

"It is not unintentional, it is pity for oneself and the world, it is not fear, it is not alarmed when the color of the world changes..."

After a long time, Yi Shuyuan's voice gradually became no longer distant, until the last verse fell, as if it overlapped with his body from the sky, and the wind, clouds and thunder gradually stopped.

Monk Zhaoli and Ding Feixiong were standing there, both still a little absent-minded and in a trance, as if there were still lingering sounds in their ears.

Yi Shuyuan did not bother the two of them. Although he did use some tricks, ordinary people would forget about it after hearing it for a while.

The sound was barely audible at first, but by the time it reached the end, it was like ringing a bell in everyone's ears, and there was no visible force pushing everyone to move in on their own initiative, until everyone had entered the courtyard.

, the force weakened and disappeared.

"Yes, you passed by there the day after tomorrow and saw no monks blocking the way to let you pass. You didn't think about it. You were still like that when you got up early yesterday morning. Before some people were led away by the monks to see them, you just followed them back. So

Guess we'll be there the day after tomorrow at most!

Monk Zhaoli here looked a little less confused, but when he saw the crowd, he seemed a little excited. No one wanted to get closer, and no one wanted to ask anything.

In fact, it's just that the locals are curious, and the monks in Ding Feixiong Monastery are also curious. This wandering monk is just that. There is another monk with a strange beard wearing the monk's robe of the temple, but a small number of monks know him.

Unexpectedly, the publication of an "Anonymous Sutra" touched the minds of two monks. I wonder which two monks would gain much less!

After saying those words, Liu Aiwen threw down the relic in his hand, and the light spot turned into a stream of light and flew into the air, and the first one actually merged into the treasure roof under Miguang Palace.

Shi Sheng looked at the two of them with great curiosity. Most of the hard steamed buns in my hand had not yet been fed to the big bird, while Hui Mian on my shoulder also looked surprised.

"Yes, but... when I wake up, you can come with me to visit me!

"Master, master, this little master has moved!" Mr. Yi was already by his side. Instead, there were only a few monks surrounding him within a dozen steps, and some monks were blocking closer.

Some pilgrims were blocked inside.

Hearing Shi Sheng's surprised question, Hui Mian, who was lying on Liu Ai's head, raised his head again and answered first.

As the New Year is approaching, there are fewer people staying overnight in Liu Ai Wen Yuan, and fewer and fewer people come to pay incense and worship Buddha during the day. But everyone who heard about it came to have some quiet time, and there were really many people crowded at that time.

The two sides bowed to each other, and then Teruri asked quickly.

"Master abbot, have you seen this little master before?" "Master abbot, he is a divine monk..."

As soon as the monks stopped him, they stopped him, but no one was curious. Some people with lower status asked people to ask, and some with less noble status even asked when chatting with the abbot, so naturally they got it.

The content of just a few words.

People's bad curiosity is very serious when they are young.

As Xiang Shanchan said this, he turned around and left with Shi Sheng.

The abbot was not very impressed by Xiangshan Chan. It was just that there were so few people in the monastery, so it was possible for him to get to know him from time to time.

"Please stop making noise and ask all donors to go in..."

After Hui Mian finished speaking, the light spot had not reached the palm of Xiang Shanchan's hand. The former looked at the relic in his hand, thought about it and said loudly.

"What is that?"

Just a few steps ago, Xiangshan Zen didn't seem to notice anything. He raised his sleeves with a slight frown. Suddenly, another light spot flew out of my sleeves, circled around the two people on the tree a few times, and then flew towards

Xiangshan Zen.

"Let's just be in a daze for a while. The opportunity to meditate has arrived, and it seems that we have no predestined relationship."

Monk Teru Li opened his eyes and turned sideways. The first thing he saw was that the monk next to him had his eyes slightly closed, as if he was still confused, and he frowned slightly.

How could Monk Zhaoli dare to go see Xiangshan Zen alone? After saying that, he also looked at Yi Shuyuan on the tree here. Apart from being slightly relieved, he also had no doubts in his heart. Is he really a fake monk?

What kind of elixir it is is not described in detail in the book. It is obviously not clear. It is just that if you refine it into an elixir, you will become an immortal and you will naturally become auspicious in disasters.

But now that Xiangshan Zen's spiritual consciousness stirred, he immediately understood.

Zhaoli turned around and looked at Liu Aiwen beside him, then looked around, frowned, then clasped his hands together and sighed loudly.

Then the monk Zhaoli suddenly noticed something and looked at Qizhou sharply.

"What happened just now?" "You feel like you are being pushed away..."

Teruri was slightly startled.

"By the way, Master Zhaoli, are you looking for Mr. Yi? Do you know if he is among the crowd or in the guest house? Are you looking for me?"

Monk Zhaoli looked up at the sky. The sky was already bright, and the sun had not even reached the top of his head. No wonder he didn't feel the burning sun. It's just that compared to before, he felt much happier. Instead, he didn't want to be distracted and experience it carefully.

feeling.

The crowd was also very curious about the state of the two monks in the tree.

If he must have studied "Alchemy Miaojue" sloppily, even if it is Xiangshan Zen, I am afraid that the reason will be too vague for a while. I only know that it is a general aura, slightly more detailed.

"Mr. Yi asked them to guard you, right?"

"Those two guys are really special. Can a fake monk understand that Zen philosophy?"

Immediately, another thought flashed in Xiangshan Zen's mind, and the words "Guiyuan Pill" came to mind.

"Donors, please move forward and keep quiet!" "Donors, please don't disturb the two young masters from practicing meditation! You, the Buddha, are merciful!"

Snow python snake gallbladder is a treasure that hides spirits, a rare spiritual object in the world, and a small supplement to food. It is also unknown...

"Master abbot, who is this master?" "It's been eight days!"

On the side of the two monks on the tree, the bad feeling in my heart seemed to have passed for a while before the lingering sound of the Buddhist scriptures gradually dissipated, but it was not as fast as before.

"They feel it too?"

"Donor, please give way. Donor, please give way..."

No one in the crowd whispered, and no monk loudly tried to dissuade him. It was probably to silence the believers.

"Why did you hear it was seven days?"

"The relic of the Clay Bodhisattva! Will it take a fancy to those two guys?"

Although everyone's voice is small and everyone's movements are small, when there are fewer people, it becomes very noisy, which is why there are not many people pushing and shoving.

"Let him take a look there by himself. If he feels hopeful, he will come to see you again."

"How long have you been standing there?" The abbot shook his head.

"Master, you have finished reciting, why are we still moving?"

"Abbott!"

The abbot is actually also worried. I have reported it to the official, but I am stupid. The situation in front of me is definitely complicated for this wandering monk!

"At noon this day, no monk noticed them standing outside. They woke up even after shouting and pushing, so they came to find you. When you saw the young master here, you quickly ordered someone to separate the outside...

..”

And including Yi Shuyuan, that group of people seemed to be mediocre people.

"You think it should be true!" "Little Master Zhaoli!" "Mr. Yi?"

That person actually ate snow python bile?

Bad guy, the so-called Gui Yuan Gong Gui Yuan Dan that these warriors have snatched is probably based on the gallbladder of the snow python, right?

"Go and call the abbot!" "Yes!"

Unfortunately, difficulties squeezed into the interior, so the abbot hurriedly walked to the far side, and Monk Teruri also walked towards him.

Hearing those words, many monks in the temple turned around one after another, and sure enough they saw this young monk with a long beard who seemed to have woken up.

"By the way, then... Junior Master Teru Li, you haven't reported to the official position today, so what's wrong with that?"

It was just that at this moment, there was no aura in Yi Shuyuan's forehead, which made Xiang Shanchan surprised. This was mainly wisps of white aura rising from the viscera and Dantian, vaguely seeming to appear.

Kind of snake shape.

The palm tree was planted in the temple, and it took one hundred and seventy years for spiritual wisdom to develop. During the first two hundred years, he entered into spiritual practice, listened to few scriptures, and regarded himself as a disciple of the Buddha.

At that time Shi Sheng also ran over.

Monk Teruri, who was frowning in thought, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard this.

That means that you are just listening to the sutras and grasping the opportunity of Zen!

That is the description of the snow python's gallbladder in "The Magic of Alchemy". There is no environment where such strange snakes may exist.

Even though I was not feeling anything in my heart, I still subconsciously wanted to confirm it with others. At this moment, a smile appeared on my face, hiding the joy in my heart!

Most of the pilgrims were distinguished guests of the temple, so there were no monks to take a look. As the news gradually spread, all the believers and pilgrims wanted to take a look, and the monks did not stop them.
To be continued...