Talk about the world of mortals in detail

As soon as this scripture was spoken, Yi Shuyuan's voice seemed to be pulled infinitely far away.

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 far away, sometimes clearly, sometimes vaguely, and sometimes inaudible, but it did not affect the coherence of the Buddhist scriptures.

Lack of clarity is not disturbing, and it may not even be lack of clarity.

The sound of the wind, the rustling of withered grass, the chirping of birds around, the sound of brooms plowing the floor as someone sweeps the floor, even the chanting of Buddhist 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 a part of.

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

"It's not unintentional. It's pity for yourself and the world. It's not fear. It's not alarming 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 disturb the two of them. Although he did use some tricks, ordinary people would forget about it after hearing it for a while.

Unexpectedly, the publication of an "Anonymous Sutra" touched the mind of two monks. I wonder how much these two monks can gain!

However, there was some extra aura on Ding Feixiong's body at this moment, which surprised Yi Shuyuan. They were wisps of faint white aura rising mainly from the internal organs and Dantian, vaguely like a snake.

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

But now Yi Shuyuan Lingjue moved and he immediately understood.

This person has actually eaten snow python bile?

Then 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 Dan that those warriors in the world snatched was probably based on the gallbladder of the snow python, right?

And including Ding Feixiong, none of these people seem to be mediocre people.

Snow python snake gallbladder is a treasure that hides spirits. It is a rare spiritual thing in the world. It is a great nourishing food, but it is also unknown.

This is the description of the snow python's gallbladder in "The Magic of Alchemy", as well as the environment in which this strange snake may exist.

What kind of omen it is is not described in the book, and it is obviously not clear. It only emphasizes that if you refine the elixir, you will become an immortal and you will naturally become auspicious in disaster.

At this moment Shi Sheng also ran over.

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

Shi Sheng looked at the two of them very curiously. The half-dried hard steamed buns in his hand had all been fed to the birds, while Hui Mian on his shoulder also looked shocked.

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

"Let them be in a daze for a while. The opportunity to meditate has arrived. It seems that we have some affinity with them."

Yi Shuyuan said and turned around to leave with Shi Sheng.

Just a few steps later, Yi Shuyuan seemed to sense something. He raised his sleeves with a slight frown. Suddenly, another light point flew out of his sleeves, circled around the two people under the tree for a few times, and then flew towards Yi Shuyuan.

"What's this?"

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

"The relic of the Clay Bodhisattva! Doesn't it take a fancy to these two guys?"

After Hui Mian finished speaking, the light spot had already reached the palm of Yi Shuyuan's hand. The latter looked at the relic in his hand, thought for a moment and whispered.

"Then let yourself take a look here. If you feel hopeless, come back to me."

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 treasure roof above Miguang Hall.

After doing this, Yi Shuyuan glanced at Ding Feixiong again before leaving with Shi Sheng.

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Over to the two monks under the tree, I felt as if another moment had passed before the lingering sound of the Buddhist scriptures gradually dissipated, but the speed was different.

Teruri woke up first and was overjoyed!

The flower palm was planted in the temple, and it took one hundred and fifty years for him to develop spiritual wisdom. After more than two hundred years, he began to practice Buddhism, listened to many scriptures, and regarded himself as a disciple of the Buddha.

You can listen to the monks in the temple reciting sutras in front of you. Although it is definitely not a false sutra, Monk Zhaoli has a feeling that only today he understands what it means to hear the true sutra.

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 awake, and he couldn't help but frown slightly.

Then Monk Teruli suddenly noticed something and looked around suddenly.

Mr. Yi was no longer around for a long time. Instead, there were several monks surrounding him more than ten steps away, some monks standing further away, and some pilgrims blocked from the periphery.

Some people in the crowd whispered, and some monks whispered to dissuade them, probably to silence the believers.

Monk Zhaoli looked up at the sky. It was already bright, and the sun had even reached the top of his head. No wonder he felt like the sun was burning on his body, but the pain was much less than before. Instead, he felt like he wanted to be distracted and experience it carefully.

This was originally a side courtyard with an aisle and a few fruit trees. Other than that, there was no Buddhist temple. There were only pilgrims and monks passing by occasionally, but now there were so many people surrounding it.

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

"How long do you think these two people have been standing there?" "I heard they have been standing there for three days!"

"Why did I hear it was five days?"

"Are you really just standing there all the time?" "Really?"

"I think it should be true!"

"Yes, I passed by here the day before yesterday and saw a monk blocking my way. I didn't think much about it. It was still like this when I woke up yesterday morning. Some people were brought in by the monk to see, so I followed them in. So I Guess they were here at least the day before yesterday!”

"Donors, please step back and keep quiet!" "Donors, please don't disturb these two masters from practicing meditation! My Buddha is merciful!"

Sometimes people are very curious.

The monk stopped him at first, but there were inevitably people who were curious. Some people with higher status asked people to ask, and some noble people even asked when chatting with the abbot, and naturally they got a few words.

Many of the pilgrims were distinguished guests of the temple, and some monks took them to take a look. Then the news gradually spread, and all the believers and pilgrims wanted to take a look, and the monks couldn't stop them.

In fact, it is not just outsiders who are curious. The monks in Xiangshan Zen Monastery are also curious. Just the wandering monk, and another monk with a strange beard wearing the monk's robe of the temple, but most of the monks do not recognize him.

"Hey, hey, do you think the master has moved?" "It seems so!"

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

Hearing this, many monks in the temple turned around, and sure enough they saw that the monk with a long beard seemed to have woken up.

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

Monk Zhaoli over there looked a little confused, but when he saw the crowd in the distance, they 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 big, when there are more people, it becomes very noisy, and some people can't help but push each other.

Teru Li looked back at Ding Feixiong beside her, then looked around, frowning, then clasping her hands together and sighing in a low voice.

"Please all donors, please stop making noise and please all donors, please retreat."

The sound was almost inaudible at first, but in the end it was like ringing a bell in everyone's ears, and an invisible force pushed everyone to retreat to the outside involuntarily. It was not until everyone retreated to the outside of the courtyard that this force weakened and disappear.

The monks in the temple were just stunned for a moment and then hurriedly followed the crowd, blocking the outside, while the pilgrims and busybodies looked at each other in confusion, feeling it was extremely magical.

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

"You guys feel it too?"

While everyone was surprised and excited, Guangji, the abbot of Xiangshan Zen Monastery, had already hurried over.

"Master Abbot, who is that master?"

"Master Abbot, I've never seen that master!" "Master Abbot, that's a divine monk, right?"

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

As the New Year is approaching, there are many people staying in Xiangshan Zen Monastery, and more and more people come to offer incense and worship Buddha during the day. Anyone who hears about this event comes to join in the fun, and it is really crowded with people.

After finally squeezing inside, the abbot slowed down and walked carefully over there, and Monk Teruri also walked towards him.

"Master Teruri!"

"Abbott!"

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

"How long have we been standing here?"

"It's been three whole days!"

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

This shows that I not only listened to the sutras, but also grasped the opportunity of Zen!

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

"Mr. Yi?"

Teruri was slightly startled.

"Is not it?"

The abbot shook his head.

"At noon that day, a monk found you standing here. You couldn't wake up even if you screamed, and there was no response even after pushing, so he came to me. When I saw you, Master, I quickly ordered people to separate here."

"By the way, this, Master Teruri, has already reported to the army that day. What should we do?"

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

"Have you reported to the police?"

"Master, you said it"

The abbot is actually worried. He has reported to the official, but he is not stupid. In this situation, the wandering monk is definitely not simple!

Zhaoli was also one of two older, not because she was afraid of official duties, but because she thought of the consequences and Mr. Yi, the joy she felt just now turned into some fear.

"By the way, Master Teru Li is looking for Mr. Yi, right? I wonder if he is among the crowd or in the guesthouse? Are you going to look for him?"

The abbot was also deeply impressed by Yi Shuyuan, but there were so many people in the temple that it was impossible to understand him all the time.

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

How could Monk Zhaoli dare to go see Yi Shuyuan alone now? As he spoke, he also looked at Ding Feixiong under the tree over there. In addition to being slightly uneasy, he also had some doubts in his heart. Is this really a fake monk?