Elaborate on the world of mortals

Chapter 220 Zen Machine
As soon as this scripture was uttered, Yi Shuyuan's voice seemed to be stretched infinitely far.

In the perception of Monk Zhaoli and Ding Feixiong, there is a strange sense of distance. The three of them are all beside the round tree, but it makes them feel like they are standing alone between the sky and the earth.

However, the sound of Yi Shuyuan's oral scriptures came from afar, sometimes clear, sometimes vague, but when he couldn't hear clearly, it didn't affect the coherence of the Buddhist scriptures.

It's not disturbing when it's not clear, and it might not even be unclear.

The sound of the wind, the rustling of dry grass, the singing of birds around, the sound of brooms plowing the ground when someone sweeps the ground, and even the Buddhist songs chanted by some other monks in the temple when passing by, and other sounds from afar, all seem to be integrated into the scriptures. a part of.

The Buddhist scriptures were uttered from Yi Shuyuan's mouth, and the charm of the clay bodhisattva chanting in the small temple did not diminish, and it was supplemented by the way of his own sound change.

"It's not unintentional, it's compassion for yourself and the world, it's not fear, it's not shocking when the world changes."

After a long time, Yi Shuyuan's voice gradually became no longer far away, until the last verse fell, as if rejoining his body from outside the sky, and the wind, cloud and thunder gradually stopped
Monk Zhaoli and Ding Feixiong stood where they were, both still a little absent-minded and in a trance, as if there was still a lingering sound in their ears.

Yi Shuyuan didn't bother the two of them either. Although he did use some tricks, ordinary people just forget about it after a while.

Unexpectedly, when a piece of "The Unknown Sutra" came down, it could be regarded as touching the Zen machine of two monks. I don't know how much these two can get!

It's just that at this moment, Ding Feixiong has some extra aura that surprised Yi Shuyuan. It's the wisps of white aura mainly coming from the viscera and dantian, vaguely showing a snake shape.

If he hadn't studied "The Miao Jue of Alchemy" carefully, even Yi Shuyuan might not know the reason for a while, but he only knew that it was a special aura, slightly ominous.

But now Yi Shuyuan's spiritual sense moved, and he immediately understood.

This person has actually eaten snow python gall?
Immediately, another thought flashed in Yi Shuyuan's mind, and the words "Guiyuan Pill" came to mind.

Good guy, the so-called Gui Yuan Gong Gui Yuan Pill that those Jianghu warriors snatched, the latter is probably refined based on the gall of the snow python, right?

And including Ding Feixiong, it seems that this group of people is not mediocre.

The gall of the snow boa snake, a treasure of hidden spirits, a rare spiritual thing in the world, and a great tonic for food, is also unknown.
This is the description of the gall of the snow python in "Dan Shu Miao Jue", in addition to the environment in which this strange snake may exist.

What exactly is unknown is not described in the book, obviously it is not clear, it only emphasizes that if you refine the elixir, you will become a fairy if you die naturally, and you will become auspicious.

Shi Sheng also ran over at this moment.

"Master, you have finished reading, why are they still not moving?"

Shi Sheng looked at the two very curiously, the small semi-dry steamed buns in his hand had already been fed to the little bird, and Hui Mian on his shoulder also showed surprise.

"These two guys are really extraordinary. Can this fake monk understand this Zen?"

"Let them stay in a daze for a while, the opportunity has arrived, it seems that there is some fate with them."

Yi Shuyuan turned and left with Shi Sheng as he said that.

Just a few steps later, Yi Shuyuan seemed to have sensed something, raised his cuffs slightly with a slight frown, and suddenly another speck of light flew out of his sleeve, circled around the two people under the tree a few times, and flew towards Yi Shuyuan.

"what is this?"

Hearing Shi Sheng's question in surprise, Hui Mian, lying on top of Shi Sheng's head, raised his head again, and answered first.

"Nud Bodhisattva's relic! It won't take a fancy to these two guys, will it?"

After Hui Mian's voice fell, the spot of light had already reached the palm of Yi Shuyuan's hand. The latter looked at the relic in his hand, thought for a while and said something in a low voice.

"Then let you take a look here for yourself, and come to me if you feel hopeless."

After saying this, Yi Shuyuan threw the relic in his hand upwards, and the light spot turned into a stream of light and flew into the air, and finally merged into the top of the Miguang Hall.

After doing this, Yi Shuyuan took another look at Ding Feixiong, and then left with Shi Sheng.
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On the other side of the two monks under the tree, I felt that it took a while before the lingering sound of the Buddhist scriptures gradually dissipated, but there was a difference in the speed.

Zhaoli woke up first, overjoyed!
The flower palm was planted in the monastery. It took 150 years to develop spiritual wisdom. After more than 200 years, it entered the practice. After listening to many scriptures, it regarded itself as a disciple of the Buddha.

You can listen to the scriptures chanted by the monks in the temple. Although it is definitely not a fake scripture, Monk Zhaoli has the feeling that he only understands what the real scriptures are today.

Monk Zhaoli opened his eyes and turned sideways. First, he saw that the monk beside him had his eyes slightly closed as if he hadn't woken up yet, so he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Then Monk Zhaoli suddenly noticed something and looked around suddenly.

Mr. Yi was no longer around. Instead, there were several monks around a dozen steps away, some monks were further away, and some pilgrims were blocked on the outside.

Some people whispered in the crowd, and some monks dissuaded them in low voices, which should be to silence the believers.

Monk Zhaoli looked up at the sky. The sky had already brightened, and the sun had even reached the top of his head. No wonder he felt a burning sun, but compared to the past, the painful feeling was much less painful. Instead, he wanted to distract himself and experience it carefully.

It was originally a side yard with an aisle and a few fruit trees. Apart from that, there was no Buddhist temple. There were only occasional pilgrims and monks passing by, but now there are so many people around.

The crowd was also very curious about the state of the two monks under the tree over there.

"How long do you say these two have been standing?" "I heard that they have been standing for three days!"

"How did I hear it was five days?"

"Really standing there?" "Really?"

"I think it should be true!"

"Yeah, I passed by here the day before yesterday, and I saw a monk blocking my way, so I didn't think much about it. I woke up like this yesterday morning, and some people were brought in by the monk, so I followed them in, so I Guess they were here at least the day before yesterday!"

"All benefactors, please step back a little, please silence!" "All benefactors, please don't disturb the two masters who are meditating! My Buddha is merciful!"

People are sometimes very curious.

At the beginning, the monk stopped him, so he stopped, but it was inevitable that some people would be curious. Some people with high status asked someone to ask, and some noble people even asked when they were chatting with the abbot, and naturally they got a few words.

Many of the pilgrims were honored guests of the monastery, and some monks took them to have a look, and then the news gradually spread, and it became believers and pilgrims wanted to watch, and the monks couldn't stop them.

In fact, not only outsiders are curious, but also the monks in Xiangshan Temple, the wandering monk is nothing more than that, and the other monk with a strange beard is wearing the monk's robe of this monastery, but most of the monks don't know him.

"Hey, hey, do you think that master has moved?" "It seems to be!"

"Little master, little master, that master moved!"

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

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

Monk Zhaoli over there looked a little confused, but seeing the crowd in the distance seemed to be a little excited, some wanted to get closer, and some wanted to ask something.

Although everyone's voice is not loud, and everyone's movements are not too loud, but when there are too many people, it seems very noisy, and some people can't help but push and shove.

Zhao Li looked back at Ding Feixiong beside him, and then looked around, couldn't help frowning, then put his hands together and sighed softly.

"Please stop making noise, all benefactors, please retreat, all benefactors."

The sound was almost inaudible at the beginning, but in the end, it was like a bell ringing in everyone's ears, and there was an invisible force pushing everyone to retreat involuntarily to the outside, until everyone retreated to the outside of the courtyard, this force weakened and disappeared. disappear.

The monks in the temple were just stunned for a moment, then hurriedly followed the crowd and blocked it further outside, while the pilgrims and troublemakers looked at each other, all feeling very miraculous.

"What happened just now?" "I feel like I'm being pushed away."

"Do you feel it too?"

Amidst the amazement and excitement of the crowd, Guangji, the abbot of Xiangshan Temple, had hurried over.

"Master Abbot, who is that Master Master?"

"Master Abbot, I have never seen that master!" "Master Abbot, is that a divine monk?"

"The benefactor, please make way, the benefactor, please make way."

As the New Year approached, there were a lot of people staying at Xiangshan Temple, and more and more people came to worship Buddha during the day, but everyone who heard about it came to join in the fun, and it was really crowded with many people.

Finally squeezed into the interior, the abbot slowed down and walked carefully to the nearby side, and the monk Zhaoli also walked towards him.

"Master Zhao Li!"

"Abbot!"

The two sides exchanged a salute, and then Zhao Li hurriedly asked a question.

"How long have we been standing here?"

"It's been three days!"

Although I already felt something in my heart, I still subconsciously wanted to confirm it with my colleagues. At this moment, a smile appeared on my face, and I couldn't hide the joy in my heart!

This shows that I not only listen to the scriptures, but also grasp the Zen machine!
"Mr. Yi asked you to guard us, right?"

"Mr. Yi?"

Zhao Li was slightly taken aback.

"Is not it?"

The abbot shook his head.

"At noon that day, a monk found you standing here. You couldn't wake up when you screamed, and you didn't respond to pushing, so they came to me. I saw you here, Master, and ordered people to separate this place."

"By the way, Master Zhaoli, he has already reported to the official that day, what should we do?"

Monk Zhaoli, who was frowning and thinking, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard this.

"Have you reported to the police?"

"Master, you said it"

In fact, the abbot is also worried, he has reported to the official, but he is not stupid, in the current situation, it is definitely not easy for the wandering monk!

Zhaoli is also the first and the second eldest, not because she is afraid of being poor, but because she thinks of the consequences, and thinking of Mr. Yi, the joy in her heart just now has also turned into some panic.

"By the way, Master Zhaoli is looking for Mr. Yi, right? I don't know if he is also in the crowd, or in the guest house? Are you going to find him?"

The abbot also has a deep impression of Yi Shuyuan, but there are so many people in the monastery, it is impossible to know him all the time.

"No, no. When he wakes up, I will go to visit with him!"

How could Monk Zhaoli dare to meet Yi Shuyuan alone? He also looked at Ding Feixiong under the tree over there, not only slightly uneasy, but also somewhat puzzled in his heart. Is this really a fake monk?

(End of this chapter)