The snow mad monk is still gone, he and the little liar are disgraced every time they meet, and they definitely don't have a good face. Who is the old man in black?

He seemed to sense that Zhu Tong was observing him with the help of a telescope, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"They've been following us for a long time." The Yellow Sea results telescope continues to observe.

"Monks, do you know them?" Zhu Tong pretended not to care and asked.

"Not impressed." Huang Hai put down his binoculars and raised his wrist to look at his watch; "It's almost twelve o'clock, may I ask Brother Boat, how long will it take to get to Phoenix?"

"It's coming, a meal is coming." The boatman smiled innocently, but how long does a meal take?

Uncle Chen understood the tourists' thoughts and said: "It takes about an hour to get there, but now it's on the water, and the boat is slow." Don't worry, the family is ready to eat. ”

When I went downstream, of course I came back slowly, so everyone had nothing to say, quietly admiring the green river and the green banks.

"Brother Boat, let's stop at Peach Blossom Island, let's walk back." In the end, Huang Hai was burdened with a heavy responsibility and did not dare to take risks.

Peach Blossom Island is called the island, but it is only a corner of the Tuojiang River planted with peach trees, surrounded by artemisia grass, a small bridge made of logs to connect the river bank, and there is a road to Phoenix City on the bank.

The Yellow Sea means that if there is an accident on the ship, it is difficult to control, and it is easy to deal with it when you get to the shore.

Although Zhu Tong didn't speak, he agreed with Huang Hai's choice in his heart. He had already observed Peach Blossom Island with a telescope, and now there are not many people on the island.

The boatman thought that the guests were going to visit Peach Blossom Island, and persuaded him: "There is nothing to see on the island, and you have to buy a ticket to go up, which is not worth it." ”

"Thank you, Brother Boat, we want to go and see." Ye Er also saw something, and the boatman didn't insist and sailed the boat to Peach Blossom Island. Uncle Chen wanted to take the boat back first, and told them not to play too crazy and not to forget to eat.

Peach Blossom Island is really small, and in this season, the peach trees and thatched houses on the island are a dull yellow. As soon as the boat landed, two women in dark blue Miao suits came to toast and collect tickets by the way.

Zhu Tong glanced back, and on the mountain in the distance, the snow mad monk and the man in black were still looking at it from afar; They seem to be waiting for something. Zhu Tong was careful, there must be people from the other party around.

It came so quickly, but it took three days to catch up. Swift communication equipment and convenient transportation facilities are like an invisible net, making the distance between rivers and lakes closer and closer.

It didn't take long for Peach Blossom Island to turn around twice, the Yellow Sea and Nomura Flower Sea didn't have the heart to see the scenery, so they went to the wooden bridge leading to the shore of the island to check, and Ye Er stayed by the side of Jingchi Xuemei; Only a flower holding a DV to take pictures everywhere, Peach Blossom Island is finished.

Nomura Flower Sea suddenly stopped at the bridgehead, while Yellow Sea was by the bridge.

In the middle of the wooden bridge sat a gray-clothed monk, about fifty or sixty years old, and the overall appearance was very imposing. The monk had a high forehead, broad eyes, and a straight nose, but his face was pale and his lips were thin.

He sat in the middle of the bridge and fished with an ebony rod in his hand. Although he was chanting the scriptures with his eyebrows lowered, Zhu Tong felt that he was faintly exuding a proud conceit.

At the other end of the bridge, two monks dressed in gray, strong and in the prime of life, stood by a bamboo pole.

Zhu Tong took a few steps forward to the right side of the Nomura Flower Sea, and could hear the low and long chanting voice of the gray-clothed monk, and could smell the faint fragrance of sandalwood. "This master, it's amazing." Nomura Hanami finger bridge under the bridge.

Zhu Tong was also taken aback! Under the bridge, in front of the gray-clothed monk, there was a group of swimming fish nodding frequently, as if worshipping, but there were no fish biting the hook.

The little liar didn't believe that there was such an amazing person in the world who could recite a few verses of the scriptures and attract the worship of the fish. But the facts are right in front of him, he looks up and down, left and right, but he can't see the flaws.

The three girls also saw this spectacle and exclaimed again and again; Yukimi Iike is the youngest one, but she has a stable mentality when she has more experience and knowledge. The first one to run up was a flower, she approached the Yellow Sea and leaned on the bridge railing in amazement, holding the DV and slapping it violently.

Nomura Hanami stopped Yukimi Iike and looked vigilant.

"Why is this happening?" Ye Er grabbed Zhu Tong's arm and frowned. She was an atheist and couldn't find a reasonable explanation for the strange things that appeared in front of her.

Zhu Tong didn't understand either, so he carefully observed the actions of the gray-clothed monk and every detail on and off the bridge, and tried his best to find answers.

This trick is called "Linyuan Muyu", but he just didn't see the most basic point: bait.

Speaking of which, "Linyuan Muyu" is not new, there have long been more bizarre deceptions on the rivers and lakes, and there are pretending to be mysterious monks and others in all dynasties to confuse the people with this trick.

There are three necessary conditions for this trick, one is the bait, mostly fried sesame seeds or oil-soaked fish and insects, sprinkled in the shade of the water's edge, and preferably on a cloudy day, the light is too strong to be easy to see through.

the second is the strong sandalwood fragrance, which is used to mask the aroma of the bait; Most of the practitioners are monks, and they mostly burn sandalwood around them.

The third is that a few good people beat the side drum on the side, causing a sensation and attracting more onlookers.

Now, the scent of sandalwood is there, from the gray-clothed monk; His clothes must have been fumigated with high-grade sandalwood. There is no need for good deeds for this occasion, and people don't need too many audiences for this play; The problem was that Zhu Tong not only couldn't see the bait, but also didn't see any signs of fish competing for food under the bridge.

Although the gray-clothed monk sat upright, it seemed to be floating in a cyan halo, and it didn't look like a real existence, but people were really sitting there. Zhu Tong didn't dare to approach the wooden bridge at all, and the moment he saw him, Zhu Tong felt tremendous pressure and chills down his spine.

"Master, please move to the side of the bridge for a moment, and let us pass, okay?" Huang Hai didn't know how many times he said this sentence, but the gray-clothed monk was unmoved, and only lowered his eyebrows and recited the scriptures.

In fact, he occupies less than a third of the bridge deck, and if it is a single line, it will have little impact on pedestrians. But Huang Hai is burdened with heavy responsibilities and does not dare to be sloppy in the slightest.

"Master, I'm on official business, please give way." Huang Hai finally couldn't help it, and took the police officer card to show his identity.

"Amitabha, it turned out to be a police officer. Poor monks walk here, reciting a few words of the Lotus Sutra to dispel the annoyance around them. Heaven and earth are naturally verdant, and people are the smartest and selfish; In the bright galaxy, people are just a speck of dust. The dust of selfishness and the dust of wisdom are just a speck of dust to the universe. The gray-clothed monk opened his eyes, and his slender eyes shone with a soft and warm light.

Huang Hai seemed to be confused, and whispered: "I don't understand much, what is the annoyance here?" ”

"You look at the fish in the water, they swim all their lives, and they don't have time to close their eyes and rest for a while. The underwater world was in crisis, and they were so tired that the poor monk asked them to come and rest for a while. For fish, it is dangerous to be in the water, and it is even more dangerous to leave the water, they do not know the way to liberation, they can only repeat in a muddy way, which is annoyance. I'm sorry, the poor monk has been bad at doing it since he was a child, if you delay the donor's passage, please believe that it is not my intention. ”

Zhu Tong was secretly anxious, Huang Hai couldn't stand the encouragement of the empty character monks, and looked at the group of fish under the bridge a little confused. But if he doesn't crack the secret of opening the fish to worship, he doesn't dare to step forward, which is a topic from others.

From the other side of the bridge, there was an exclamation: "What a lot of fish." Then I saw the Mortal Star Taoist walking up to the bridge from the other side.

"Linyuan admires fish, it is better to retreat and close the net; To raise the soup to stop boiling, it is better to draw salary from the bottom of the kettle. Fan Xing stood three steps in front of the gray-clothed monk, and casually threw something under the bridge, a bamboo knife and a half.

"A wave only moves with ten thousand waves, a fishing wire is in the depths, and a thousand feet must be hanging." The gray-clothed monk raised his thin eyelids and finally said a human word. The ebony rod trembled, and the fierce sound of water sounded under the bridge, and soon it calmed down.

Fan Xing smiled indifferently: "The water is cold and the river is quiet, and the eyes are full of green mountains; What do you call the master? ”

"Poor monks' fantasies." He slowly stood up with both hands on the railing of the bridge, and beckoned the two monks on the side of the bridge to lift the sliding rod over and sit on; "Dao friendly learning, it must be a mortal star?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, master, please go, thank you." Fan Xing made a joke and got out of the way.

fantasy sighed "Amitabha"; Turning his head to look at Ichi Yukimi and Nomura Hanami, he glanced at Zhu Tong again, and sat on the sliding pole.

Zhu Tong suddenly, secretly scolded himself for being stupid, and when he saw the sliding rod, he should have guessed the origin of the gray-clothed monk.

A product of the Golden Buddha empty word generation of high monks empty lonely, empty snow, empty wood, empty illusion have seen, the only one who did not show up is the wisdom of the hall of the master of fantasy, it is said that he was born with a disability and is not good at walking, but he is extremely smart.

Just now, the response between the stars and the fantasy is full of Zen, and the little liar can't do such a homework, even if he listens to it, he is confused; Fortunately, he could see that the Fan Xing Daoist had the upper hand.

"You also come to Peach Blossom Island, it's better to see the scenery than to listen to the scenery, so that's just the case." Fan Xing stood on the bridge and greeted Huang Hai, Zhu Tong knew that he wanted to retrieve the ruler and a half bamboo knife, so he didn't say much, politely said a few nonsense words such as good weather, made gestures to express his gratitude, and returned to Phoenix City with everyone leaving Peach Blossom Island.

This trip seems to be peaceful, but it is not without danger, and Zhu Tong only breathed a sigh when he walked into the Chen Family Inn.

Everyone is hungry, Grandma Chen and Uncle Chen have prepared a sumptuous banquet, red blood duck is indispensable, and fragrant beef powder, Jingchi Xuemei and Ye'er like to eat this the most.

In the afternoon, Yukimi Iike felt something and said that she was tired and didn't want to go out, so everyone stayed in the inn. Nomura Hanami and Aunt Die went to play mahjong with the two old men as usual, and the young people hid in the room to play cards.

Zhu Tong played for a while, deliberately acting very rusty, and the good-tempered Ye'er called for a replacement, and Ichi Xuemei was pulled to replace him.

The little liar went back to the room and turned on the computer, poured the DV taken by Huahua in the morning, and watched it carefully over and over again, looking for the flaws in the trick of "Linyuan Muyu" in the fantasy. He is not a mortal, and he is not qualified to play the ultimate trick like drawing a salary from the bottom of the kettle.

At first, of course, I had no clue, and I couldn't see the slightest flaw in the master of utopia, and those fish seemed to be really infected by the boundless Dharma, and automatically swam under the bridge to worship the monks. But the little crook has enough patience, and the technology of high-end DV digital camera is powerful, he still sees that the fluctuation of water ripples around the fish is very abnormal.

So, the little crook slowed down the playback, and the last frame was magnified to adjust the chroma and angle, and the hidden details gradually became clear.

Finally figured it out.

The utopian master's "Linyuan Mu Fish" has no bait at all, and there is one in the water...... It's two elves that drive away schools of fish, like spirit rats or something. A relatively confined space under the bridge is a place where they encircle a school of fish and drive them out of the water. Just by looking at it with the naked eye, of course, it is a magical sight of a school of fish.

There was a fierce battle between the fantasy bamboo pole and Fan Xing's shakuban bamboo knife under the bridge, until the shakuban bamboo knife killed a little guy and the utopian master was defeated, so he had to leave. Fan Xing controls the ruler and a half bamboo knife out of thin air, and the sharp hook of the master of fantasy is connected by a fishing line, and the height is not known.

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