As soon as this scripture came out, Yi Shuyuan's voice seemed to be stretched infinitely 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 on this side, but it makes the two of them feel like they are standing alone between heaven and earth.

And the sound of Yi Shuyuan's oral recitation of the scriptures came from afar, sometimes clear, sometimes if there was nothing, but when it was not audible, it did not affect the coherence of the Buddhist scriptures.

It's not unclear when it's not unclear, and it may not even be unclear.

The sound of the wind, the rustle of the dead grass, the chirping of birds around us, the sound of brooms plowing the ground when someone sweeps the floor, and even the sound of the Buddha chanting by some other monks in the monastery, as well as other sounds in the distance, all seem to be part of the scriptures.

The Buddhist scriptures came out of Yi Shuyuan's mouth, and the charm of the mud bodhisattva chanting in the small temple was not reduced, and it was supplemented by the way of its own sound change.

"It's not unintentional, pity yourself and the world, it's not fear, the world changes color and don't be surprised."

After a long time, Yi Shuyuan's voice gradually became no longer distant, until the last verse fell, as if it coincided with his body from outside the sky, and the wind and thunder gradually stopped

Monk Zhaoli and Ding Feixiong were standing in the same place, both still a little distracted, a little trance, as if there were still lingering sounds in their ears.

Yi Shuyuan didn't bother the two of them, although he did use a little means, but ordinary people forgot after listening to it for a while.

I didn't expect a "Nameless Sutra" to come down, which touched the Zen machine of the two monks, I don't know how much these two can get!

It's just that at this moment, Ding Feixiong has some extra breath on his body that makes Yi Shuyuan feel surprised, which is mainly from the viscera and the dantian, a wisp of white qi that seems to be absent, vaguely as if it is in the shape of a snake.

If it weren't for the careful study of "Danshu Wonderful", even if it was Yi Shuyuan, I was afraid that he would not be very clear about the reason for a while, but he only knew that it was a special breath, slightly revealing some ominousness.

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

This person actually ate snow python gall bladder?

Immediately, another thought flashed in Yi Shuyuan's heart, and the words "Guiyuan Dan" came to mind.

Good guys, the so-called Guiyuan Gong Guiyuan Pill snatched by those Jianghu warriors, the latter is probably refined on the basis of snow python gall, right?

And including Ding Feixiong, this group of people doesn't seem to be mediocre.

Snow python gall, the gem of the hidden spirit, the rare spiritual thing in the world, the great supplement of food, there are also unknown.

This is the description of the snow python gall in "Danshu Wonderful", in addition to the possible environment in which this strange snake may exist.

What kind of unknown is not described in the book, obviously it is not clear, but it is emphasized that if you refine the elixir, you will naturally become an immortal and become auspicious.

This Shi Sheng also ran over.

"Master, you're done reading, why haven't they moved?"

Shi Sheng looked at the two of them very curiously, the small semi-dry hard steamed buns in his hand had already been fed to the bird, and the gray Mian on his shoulder was also shocked.

"These two guys are really not ordinary, this fake monk can also understand this Zen principle?"

"Let them stay for a while, the Zen opportunity has arrived, and it seems that they have some fate."

Yi Shuyuan said and turned around with Shi Sheng and left.

It's just that after a few steps, Yi Shuyuan seemed to have sensed something, raised his cuffs with a slight frown, and suddenly another point 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 surprised question, he was lying on top of Shi Sheng's head, and raised his head again, and replied first.

"The relics of the mud bodhisattva! It's not going to take a fancy to these two guys, is it? ”

Gray Mian's voice fell, and the point of light had already reached the palm of Yi Shuyuan's hand, who looked at the relics in his hand, thought about it and whispered.

"Then let you see for yourself here, if you don't feel hopeful of coming to me again."

After saying this, Yi Shuyuan threw the relics in his hand upward, and the point of light turned into a streamer and flew into the air, and finally merged into the treasure roof above the Miguang Palace.

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

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On the side of the two monks under the tree, I felt as if a while had passed in my heart, and the aftermath of the Buddhist scriptures gradually dissipated, but the speed was sequential.

Teuri woke up first, overjoyed!

The palmetto was planted in the monastery, and after 150 years of enlightenment, he entered the practice for more than 200 years, listened to a lot of scriptures, and regarded himself as a disciple of the Buddha.

You can listen to the chanting of the monks in the temple, although it is certainly not a false scripture, but the monk Zhaoli has a feeling that he understands what it is to hear the true scriptures today.

Monk Zhaoli opened his eyes and turned sideways, and first saw that the monk next to him had his eyes slightly closed and seemed to have not woken up yet, so he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Then Monk Zhaoli suddenly noticed something and looked around sharply.

Mr. Na Yi was no longer around, but there were a few monks who gathered a dozen steps away, some monks who were further away, and some pilgrims who were blocked on the periphery.

There were people in the crowd who whispered, and there were also monks who whispered to dissuade them, which should be to make the believers shut down.

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 there was a feeling of yang fire burning his body, but compared to the past, the feeling of pain was much smaller, but there was a feeling of wanting to be distracted and experienced.

This was originally a side courtyard, with a passageway, and a few fruit trees, but there was no Buddha hall other than that, and 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 did you say these two guys have been standing?" "I heard that it's been three days!"

"How did I hear it's five days?"

"You're really standing all the time, huh?" "Really?"

"I think it should be true!"

"Yes, I passed by here the day before yesterday, and I saw that there were monks blocking me, and I didn't think much about it, I got up like this yesterday morning, and some people were taken in by the monk to see, so I also followed in, so I guess at least they were here the day before yesterday!"

"Donors, please stand back, please shut up!" "Don't disturb the two masters to participate in meditation! My Buddha is compassionate! ”

People are sometimes very curious.

At first, the monk stopped it, but inevitably some people were curious, and some people with high status asked someone, and some noble ones even asked when chatting with the abbot, and naturally got the content of a few words.

Many of the pilgrims were distinguished guests of the monastery, and some monks took them to take a look, and then the news gradually spread, and it became that the believers and pilgrims wanted to watch, and the monks were a little unable to stop.

In fact, it is not only the curiosity of outsiders, but also the monks in the Xiangshan Zen Monastery, and the wandering monk is just that, and another monk with a peculiar beard is wearing a monk's robe in this temple, but most of the monks do not know it.

"Hey, hey, do you think the master has moved?" "Looks like it!"

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

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

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

The look of the monk Zhaoli over there was a little confused, but he saw that 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 loud, when there are many people, it seems to be very noisy, and some people can't help but push and shove.

Zhaoli looked back at Ding Feixiong beside him, then looked around, couldn't help frowning, and then folded his hands and sighed in a low voice.

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

The sound was almost inaudible at first, but in the end, it was like striking a bell in everyone's ears, and there was an invisible force that pushed everyone to retreat to the periphery one after another, until everyone retreated to the periphery of the courtyard, and this force weakened and disappeared.

The monks in the temple were only stunned for a moment and hurriedly followed the crowd, blocking on the outskirts, while the pilgrims and good deeds looked at each other, all feeling extremely magical.

"What just happened?" "I felt like I was being pushed."

"You feel it too?"

In the surprise and excitement of everyone, Guangji, the abbot of Xiangshan Zen Temple, had already hurried over.

"Master Abbot, who is that master?"

"Master Abbot, that master has never seen it!" "Master Abbot, that's a monk."

"The donor will let go, and the donor will please let go."

Approaching the end of the year, there are many people staying overnight in Xiangshan Zen Temple, and there are more and more people who come to worship Buddha during the day.

Finally squeezed into the interior, the abbot slowed down and walked cautiously to the other side, and the monk Zhaoli also walked over.

"Master Teriri!"

"Abbot!"

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

"How long have we been standing here?"

"It's been three days!"

Although I already feel something, I still subconsciously want to confirm it with the same person, and at this moment, I can't help but smile on my face, and I don't hide the joy in my heart!

This shows that I not only listen to the scriptures, but also grasp the Zen opportunity!

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

"Mr. Yi?"

Zhaoli was slightly stunned.

"Isn't it?"

The abbot shook his head.

"At noon that day, a monk found you standing here, you couldn't wake up, and you didn't respond when you pushed, so they came to me, I saw that the master was here, and hurriedly ordered someone to separate here."

"By the way, this. Master Zhaoli, I have already reported to the official that day, how is this good? ”

Monk Zhaoli, who was frowning and thinking, heard this, and his heart jumped.

"You reported to the police?"

"It's the master, you said."

The abbot is actually worried, he is reporting to the official, but he is not stupid, in this situation, the traveling monk is definitely not simple!

Zhaoli is also the first two big, not because he was afraid of the official or anything, but when he thought of the consequences and Mr. Yi, the joy in his heart just now turned into some fear.

"By the way, Master Zhaoli is looking for Mr. Yi, right? I wonder if it's in the crowd, or in the guest house? Are you going to look for him? ”

The abbot also has a deep impression of Yi Shuyuan, but there are so many people in the temple, and it is impossible to understand it from time to time.

"No, no, no. When he wakes up, I'll go with him to the meeting! ”

How dare Monk Zhaoli go to see Yi Shuyuan alone, and 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?

(End of chapter)