Tie Feng stood there and thought for a long time, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he remembered a Mr. Fengya 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. Pilgrims from Daliang Temple 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 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 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 very small number 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. He passed by them and no one noticed anything. There were even some Buddhist monks among them who were also unaware.
Old Long’s purpose was very clear. He walked all the way 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 smile, Old Long walked quickly towards that courtyard. When he was still some distance away from there, he found that there was something similar to the formation restriction, but with his From a visual point of view, it is very rough, and it is naturally impossible to restrict 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 one was young, but he knew that the young one was not young according to the age of the human race. .
These three people are Huitong and the other two old monks in the temple. They are sitting cross-legged on the futon and meditating under the tree where the master is discussing the Tao.
The eminent monks of Daliang Temple now know that practicing under this tree can help to generate 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 may not be able to return to wisdom. You can get a glimpse of strange things, so basically there are monks practicing here every day.
But practicing here is also risky. 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. The abbot of Daliang Temple sat there last time 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 No entry.
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 it takes to practice at a certain stage. If outsiders are trying to figure it out, it is hard to say whether it will happen or not. Interrupting the key to practice can easily 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 direction under the tree. There should be a plan there. Even at this moment, where Yuan and the old monk Foyin had sat, the Tao Yuan was still condensed.
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. He was not brave enough to do so. It’s uncomfortable to sit in that place. 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 Lao Long had been carefully observing this place inside and out for a long time, from being interested at first to frowning seriously at this moment. .
The discussion between Ji Yuan and the old monk Foyin was much more profound than Lao Long imagined. Ji Yuan’s words “I have gained a lot, my heart is very happy” seemed to be really not a joke.
Old Long walked back to the tree and looked at an obviously newly erected stone tablet behind the three monks.
The stone tablet is engraved with text and painted with gold paint. The text reads – Under the Bodhi Tree.
“Under the bodhi tree…what a beautiful scene. The monks in Daliang Temple are quite interesting!”
Old Long naturally recognizes that this tree is actually a banyan mulberry tree, but experts such as Ji Yuan and the old monk Foyin have been discussing this for a long time, so there is no harm in changing the name of this 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 Lao Long’s mouth. This breath came out very fast, and soon formed a mist that filled the surroundings, and quickly spread further away. .
Having come all the way to Daliang Temple, Lao Long certainly couldn’t just look at something specious. He had to look at it thoroughly, which naturally required some means.
The mist spreads wider and faster, and after spreading over several surrounding small courtyards, it no longer simply expands towards the surroundings, but seems to bring about a wide range of weather conditions. A mist slowly filled the area west of Qiufu City, and it 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 is neither big nor too dense, but it comes suddenly and magically, making people feel that the surroundings have become hazy before they know it.
At this juncture of the New Year, the city was fine, but 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 and seemed to see 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.
“Wow…”
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 was bathed in the lightning and wind and rain, and transformed into an equally huge roc.
“Peng’s migration in Nanmingye, the water hits three thousand miles, and rises straight up ninety thousand miles…”
Ji Yuan’s voice echoed in the endless waves.
“It’s so good, the heaven and earth are immeasurable, the way of heaven 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 glazed 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 a skill!
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 are more sensitive than ordinary people gradually feel 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 will grow and even small flowers will 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 hard and looked for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan.com In the end, I had an idea. I could only hold my forehead and rub it by myself. When I looked at the candied haws, there were no flowers or leaves anymore.
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 is beautiful and beautiful. It dances around the woman. Sometimes it wanders above her head, and sometimes it wraps around her like a thin ribbon. The girl feels novel and magical at the same time, and she reaches out her hand in confusion. As soon as I grabbed it, I even felt the touch of the string being grasped, and then all the scenes disappeared.
Looking down at the bamboo sticks on the ground, a master monk had already picked them up for her.
“Well done, 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 here, he looked around. Everything he could see was white mist, and the houses and buildings were covered with fog. Appears 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 drew 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.