God and mystery

Chapter 147
Several Taoists turned their heads in surprise and looked at Feng Menglong.

The scent of this fox can make anyone bewildered, forget about it, and then fall into a deep sleep. As the saying goes, "Those who smell this scent will be confused and see things in vain", but the scholar in front of him is not at all affected influences?

Didn't it say that scholars are most likely to be confused by vixens and female ghosts?
This poor scholar, it feels so strange, that he is not bewitched by the scent spell at all?
"I said, your incense is not authentic, it stinks, can this incense burn?"

Feng Menglong is still talking:
"Where is your temple blessing? I want to discuss it with him. How can I offer this kind of incense to the Taishang Laojun? If the Laojun smells it, he will jump off the stage and beat you. It's not like I said much." , It’s because you don’t know how to burn incense. Do you know that there are 25 kinds of incense, and their origins are different, and the process of making incense is even more cumbersome. I also know a poem about incense. listen"

"Hey, why does your Laojun sculpture look different from the ones I've seen? Where's his beard? Is sculpture such a casual thing? It doesn't respect gods at all. I don't think this temple of yours looks like a serious temple. It's a trick. Be careful, I will sue you at the government"

Several Taoist priests were expressionless, and Feng Menglong chattered endlessly beside him. The leader of these Taoist priests waved: "Let this strange pilgrim sleep well."

"Then send these two people and their treasures to Milong Casino."

Suddenly two big men emerged from the crowd, grabbed Feng Menglong, pressed him to the ground and beat him violently.

When magic hypnosis is ineffective, physical hypnosis must be used.

"Oh! You don't hit people in the face! What kind of temple are you? You are so harmful and beat people! I'm a scholar, can you be reasonable!"

Bang, bang, bang!boom!
"Hu Xiaoshi, hurry up with your Golden Light Curse, ouch! You can't save me!"

Feng Menglong's screams could be heard far away, but none of the pilgrims around him cared about his situation.And the little fox looked fanatical, just like the pilgrims around him, just giggling strangely.

There was a fanatical atmosphere around, and the leader of those Taoists showed a fox tail at this moment. He reached out and stroked the little fox. The little fox was like a tamed puppy. Showing an expression of intoxication and comfort.

"Good boy, it's a pity that it's a male, if it's a female it will be fine. After you come back from the casino, come to this temple. Be my fox boy, and we will serve the Nine Lotus Fox Immortal together."

In the East Mahayana Temple, the incense is curling up, and the crowd is crowded, and they go to the temple to make a pilgrimage with fanaticism.

Ji Xiang stepped into the main hall, and when he turned his head, he could still see the temple gate opened in the distance. There were so many people around, but Ji Xiang narrowed his eyes.

Why did the little fox and Feng Menglong disappear?
This kind of thing also happens when my eyelids are lowered, and I didn't notice it at all?

The sixth supernatural power realm, is it underestimated?

At this time, not far from the temple, a person came to express concern and sincere condolences to Ji Xiang's behavior of looking around in a daze.

"Merciful, compassionate, this senior brother, seems to need a little help?"

help?

"Who are you, are you the temple congratulator? I have two companions who got separated for some reason."

Ji Xiang asked for help, and at the same time looked at the "Miao Zhu" in front of him, and this Miao Zhu smiled slightly.

"Poverty Taoist Xu Hongru, Taoist name Juyezi."

"It's just that the person has lost track. It's easy to handle. I'll wait for the poor Taoist to help my brother find it. This pilgrimage meeting is held once a year, and there are a lot of people who come to offer incense, so it is inevitable that it will be crowded."

While he was speaking, he took out some paper from his sleeve, pointed it as a knife, and unexpectedly cut out a group of paper figurine judges, who could speak human language and act like human beings, to meet Xu Hongru.

"Huh? Paper-cut into soldiers?"

Ji Xiang narrowed his eyes, this spell really made him have some bad associations.

This is the magical technique of the Song Dynasty. Zhao Xuanlang's paper-figure generals left a deep impression on him at the time. They are infinitely powerful, able to use divine techniques, fly to the sky and escape from the ground. Apart from the fear of flames, they have almost no other weaknesses.

"It is indeed the art of paper-cutting into soldiers. This is also a spell that Pindao learned unintentionally in his early years. If it is said to hurt people and slay demons, it is not powerful enough. These paper figurines can only be used to carry goods, or find people to pass messages work."

Xu Hongru said modestly that his magic can only be used for express delivery, but there is no way to achieve the legendary realm of cutting whatever you cut.

At this moment, Ji Xiang was looking at the furnishings in the main hall.

Among the three statues, a statue of Taishang Laojun is in the center. There are two men and women on the left and right who don't know each other. The left side and the right side are facing the entrance of the temple. The left side is Maitreya Buddha and the right side is a fox. statue.

"Your temple is really interesting. First you worship the Tao, then the Buddha, and then you worship the fox fairy. Which one is sung?"

Xu Hongru smiled slightly: "I have turned a beard into a beard, and Buddha is the way."

"You would say, what about this fox fairy, you wouldn't say it was transformed by Sakyamuni or Maitreya, would you?"

"You don't know anything about it."

Xu Hongru told Ji Xiang that in the early years, the patriarch of Eastern Mahayana was rescued by a fox fairy, and he was grateful for his kindness, so he set up a statue of this fox fairy in the temple. After all, the kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring is.

Since ancient times, temples have been erected after saving people’s lives, and it’s not limited to humans, gods, and ghosts. Some local officials admit this, and some don’t, but it doesn’t affect the sacrifices of the people. This is where the sacrifices come from, and some evil gods also imitate similar deeds, build magnificent temples, and develop believers to strengthen their own power.

The righteous gods of the 36 days are all dead things, all of which are god cards and have no real body. Therefore, only the gods under the 36 days can be enlightened, sacrificed, granted by the court, or obtained Experts pass on the Dharma, wait for various forms, and become gods.

There is even a special kind of "false god" that replaces the gods. The most famous example is the false Guandi.

Ji Xiang moved his nose, feeling that this place seemed a bit foxy.

"Are you a branch of the White Lotus Sect?"

"Of course not!"

Xu Hongru made a look of shock: "The poor temple was reported to the government, and it is absolutely legal. You can go to the government to check. This is not a prostitute. It has been established for many years to preach! You It can't be said that the Dharma teachings of the people are all the White Lotus Sect, it will chill the hearts of our Dharma disciples!"

Ji Xiang didn't speak, and looked around with his eyes. The blank magic card didn't give any response for the time being, which meant that there was no spell against him here, but how did those two people disappear? How strange?
His eyes flicked around, and suddenly the blank magic tablet responded, but it was facing a square bronze mirror.

[Zhenzi Feishuang Mirror: The phoenix sings on the qin, the lotus leaves support the sky; walking on the blue clouds, the shadows are together. 】

【During the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty, there was a man named Song Jing. When he was young, he once looked in this mirror and found that the shadow in the mirror formed a Xiangzi. Later, he really became a prime minister. 】

[This kind of mirror can reflect a person's future career, as well as misfortunes and fortunes. 】

Ji Xiang went forward, and there was a queue in front of this square bronze mirror. Many people seemed to be looking at this mirror. .

"Brother, is my mirror good-looking? This is not an ordinary mirror, but a supernatural realm that can reflect people's future appearance. Many people have come to me to look at this mirror in the past. They have feather fans. Lun scarves, some become high officials, and there are many beauties around them who are as beautiful as immortals, and the future will either be rich or expensive."

"Of course, there are still people who are unlucky. In the mirror, they actually look like a beggar in rags and poverty."

"All in all, everyone's self in the mirror is different."

Listening to his nagging, Ji Xiang stretched out his hand to take the mirror. Someone beside him was upset and was about to explode. When he saw Xu Hongru's smiling face, he immediately became kind.

But Xu Hongru turned his head again and saw Ji Xiang looking in the mirror. In an instant, his face became extremely frightened!
In this magical mirror of the Tang Dynasty, Ji Xiang's appearance cannot be reflected, let alone the misfortunes and future events. What can be reflected is a white-faced martial artist with closed eyes, which is completely different from Ji Xiang. Appearance
There are real martial arts!

(End of this chapter)