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When the mist first appeared, some eminent monks of Daliang Temple felt that the mist was too strange, but no matter whether it was their own spiritual perception or some arrangement methods in the temple, there was no response.

This makes this fog seem to be a natural ordinary fog, and this fog is not only found in Daliang Temple, but also around Tongqiufu City.

But then some eminent monks saw the vision in the fog, but at the same time astonished, they immediately found that the pilgrims inside and outside the temple were still very orderly, without any abnormal feeling.

Moreover, the abnormal image in the fog seemed to be only an abnormal image, and there was no dizzy feeling. This made the several eminent monks of Daliang Temple slightly relieved, and after some consideration, they did not intend to close the temple.

In terms of the most affected people, they are actually the three meditating monks sitting under the tree, but these three people are now in this special position under the tree, and they are in meditating, and they can't help themselves.

The three of them fell into the illusion of concentration, as if they were once again in person at the scene of the original discussion, and they couldn't get rid of it for a while, but in reality, this is definitely not a bad thing, as for how much benefit they can get, it depends on personal cultivation and concentration up.

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 he entered the courtyard, he saw Huitong and two other monks still sitting under the tree meditating. 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 monks next to him.

"Don't wake them up. This may not be a bad thing for them. Illusions are flooding me at this moment. It's too late for me to get into samadhi. It's good for them to have this opportunity!"

The two monks looked at the three samadhis and silently guarded them at the edge of the courtyard. They themselves also used the vision at this moment to appreciate the wonders of the Taoism at the time. If you dare to stay in the core area for a long time, you can feast your eyes this time.

This fog began to appear in the morning, turning the originally sunny day in Tongqiu City into a cloudy sky, and then it did not dissipate until nightfall, but became more and more dense.

Perhaps it was because the power of the sun weakened at night, or because the fog was really thicker at night, the monks in Daliang Temple obviously felt that the visions at night were more miraculous, and some monks even fell into the illusion and couldn't extricate themselves. Fortunately, there are no pilgrims at night, otherwise there will be chaos for a while.

Early the next morning, the old monk who was in charge of ringing the bell woke up, opened the door after dressing up, and saw that it was white outside.

"I am King Foming! Is the mist still here?"

Although he was surprised, the bell still had to be struck, and after a while, the bell rang as usual on the bell tower of the temple.

"When...when...when..."

Many monks heard the sound, but they all found that the fog had not disappeared when they went outside. Fortunately, as the sky brightened, the fog became thinner a lot, but it still lingered all day long.

On the seventh day, the abbot of Daliang Temple and several other monks hurried into the forbidden area, respectively injected their spiritual energy behind Huitong and the other two meditating monks, and woke up the three of them. It's too late, and the body can easily lose it.

Huitong shook his head to wake up, rubbed his temples, feeling sour, opened his eyes and looked around, and found that the situation was special.

"Master Abbot, what is the cause of this mist?"

Like several other monks, the old abbot shook his head and said after handing Huitong a bowl of warm water.

"I don't know, about seven days ago in the morning, this mist suddenly appeared and filled the surrounding area of ​​Tongqiu City, and it hasn't dissipated until today."

Huitong drank the water, stood up, and then turned to look at the big tree behind him.

"I'm afraid it's an expert's way!"

"Well, the old monk feels the same way, but his practice is much deeper than the old monk's. The old monk can't see it. Huitong, can you detect something?"

Since he woke up, monk Huitong has been using the Dharma to his eyes, trying to see if he can see what is behind the fog, but no matter how much he checks, it seems that the fog is still an ordinary fog.

"No, I can't see through either."

Even monk Huitong couldn't see through it, and basically no one in Daliang Temple could see through it, and the abbot master temporarily died of wanting to find out, so he could only comfort the monks.

"Anyway, the mist seems to be beneficial and harmless at present, and it does not harm the pilgrims. Some pilgrims seem to have seen some visions, but they are not frightened or make too much noise. It also has some influence on the reputation of Daliang Temple. benefit."

Daliang Temple is a temple that entered the world. It needs incense from the people and a certain degree of popularity. It also needs some generous donors who are willing to donate money. There are a lot of gold inlays on the statues of the Ming King Hall in the temple. This is all money.

"Let's go, you go to eat something first, if there is really something that is not good for our temple and all the pilgrims, the statue of King Ming of Foyin Mingwang Palace will definitely give a warning."

"That's right, if this mist is really man-made, can that person still compare to my Buddha Dharma?"

"rational!"

"Um!"

"Excellent Great Ming King Buddha!"

Several monks left the forbidden area together, but no one found the old dragon who was still standing under the tree.

At this moment, the old dragon was looking at the sky in a trance, sometimes puzzled, sometimes indifferent, and sometimes smiling.

"It's a pity, it's a pity that one side is limited by Buddhism, and it's a pity that I wasn't around at the time, but even if it's just a glimpse like this, it makes people feel good!"

...

The fog scene during the New Year in Tongqiu City lasted for half a month. On the early morning of the nineteenth 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.

"Ang Ho—"

A strange sound that was clear and distant but not particularly loud sounded within the monastery, causing many monks to be taken aback subconsciously, and then looked for the source of the sound.

After the sound lasted for about two or three breaths, it gradually faded away with a faint echo, until it disappeared completely, and the lingering sound seemed to still linger in the hearts and ears of everyone.

"What was the sound just now?"

"I don't know."

"What kind of singing sound does it sound like?"

"It's not like it's not like!"

"Is it from the monastery?"

"No, it sounds like it's from outside, and it doesn't sound like an animal."

All the monks were whispering to each other, the old abbot was holding the daylight in his hands, with pickles on his chopsticks, and turned his head to look at the monk Huitong who suddenly showed a dazed expression.

"Huitong, do you know the source of this sound and why?"

Monk Huitong put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands, and said to the abbot.

"The poor monk has heard a similar sound before, this sound must be a dragon chant!"

"so……"

"That's right, the poor monk thought that the reason why the mist was formed in the past half month must be caused by the owner of the voice just now. It seems that he has gained something and has already left. I guess the mist will dissipate soon!"

While speaking, Huitong stood up, clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute slightly towards the forbidden place.

Sure enough, the sky cleared up this day, and as soon as the sun shone, all the fog inside and outside Tongqiufu City gradually melted away.

The old dragon watched it for so long, not only was it quite enjoyable to watch, but he also discovered some points that the two sides could not discuss in the process of discussing the Tao between Ji Yuan and the old monk Foyin, and he watched it this time. Yes, this made the old dragon feel more relaxed.

'Hey, next time you see Ji Yuan, you can talk to him, it's clear to the onlookers! '

...

Dazheng, the city of Gyeonggi Prefecture.

The imperial palace has been restored to the early dynasty. Yin Zhaoxian and Yin Qing go to the imperial palace to deal with government affairs every day. Although Hu Yun wanted to sneak in to have a look, but because of Ji Yuan's words, he couldn't follow Yin Qing to the imperial palace.

After all, it’s not going to school back then, the nature is different, and Dazhen is at the juncture of prosperity and development, the royal family is protected by the crape myrtle aura, Hu Yun, a monster who enters the palace, may rush to the crape myrtle aura after all, maybe it will be a little bit small Accident.

It is related to the official career of the Yin family and the governance of the world. With what Ji Yuan said, Hu Yun now can distinguish the seriousness from the seriousness. He no longer wants to make trouble with Yin Qing, but concentrates on tinkering with the mask.

This afternoon, Ji Yuan was setting up a chessboard to play chess with himself in the courtyard of the guest house, when he suddenly heard a scream.

"Ahahaha! I finally got it done!"

Needless to say, this was Hu Yun's voice. Thanks to Yin Zhaoxian's order, except for one Chen Ayuan, no servants are allowed to come in and out of the several guest houses here, otherwise the screaming may frighten people, even People found a fox in the house.

"Hahahaha... Mr. Ji, Mr. Ji, take a look at what I made, this mask!"

Hu Yun held the mask with his front paws, ran on tiptoe with his two hind paws, and flew all the way to Ji Yuan's side. Ji Yuan couldn't help laughing at this scene.

"Mr. Ji, look at what I did. I did it by myself. It's amazing!"

Ji Yuan took Hu Yun and handed over a fiery red fox mask. Compared with the newly bought one before, it looked more slender and more like a fox face. There were two holes on the eyes. If a person wore it, the light would A near miss is bound to scare people.

"Well, yes, what is the use of this mask?"

Ji Yuan deliberately handed over the words, and Hu Yun immediately said in a fluttering manner.

"Hehe, this mask of mine is amazing. It has some shadows of my supernatural powers. As long as you wear it, you can imitate another person with the imagination you know in your heart, and you can also deceive ordinary people with it. If you really count, It can be compared to a way of change!"

Ji Yuan flipped the mask up and down, and nodded.

"Well, not bad, many foxes are good at the way of spirit illusion, but yours is very agile, it's not bad, it's a good thing!"

This mask couldn't help but remind Ji Yuan of a painted skin in his hand. Of course, Hu Yun's is not as fine as that painted skin, and its concealment ability is not so strong, but its function is not bad.

At least from Ji Yuan's point of view, Hu Yun really made a good baby, maybe even the fox himself didn't realize it.