When the cow monk and the child were appointed as the envoy of the Huainan Festival, they collected a lot of strange stones and transported them to the garden in Luoyang. After several years of painstaking construction, in the Luoyang City, where every inch of land is valuable, a famous private garden with a Qinghua pavilion and a secluded wood and bamboo has been built.

In particular, the cow monks and children also built a huge lake in the Quy Nhon Garden, the size of the lake is the crown of Los Angeles, surrounded by clear canals, stone masonry in the water, forming a small waterfall, there is a feeling of Ba Gorge, and a small beach appears in the middle, that is, a small island. A huge Taihu Lake stone was placed on the island, and even Bai Juyi wrote a "Taihu Lake Stone Story". He also wrote a poem called "The New Courtyard of the Cow Xianggong Guiren Mansion" for the water pool that was repaired.

Now Wen Fei is sitting in a small pavilion built on top of the Taihu Lake stone on the island in the middle of the lake, with a huge white cloth hanging behind him. The cold wind was blowing, and even the snot was about to be blown out.

He had secretly regretted that he shouldn't have chosen such a place to drink cold wind in order to perform some miracles. But since the evening, people who have come to listen to Wen Fei's sermons have poured into the Quy Nhon Garden, and now they are all sitting on the shore of the lake. By now, it has been crowded, and at least 10,000 people have come.

Of course, those dignitaries don't have to be treated like ordinary people. Sit on a painting boat and float on the water. There is no need to huddle with those ordinary people, showing their extraordinary identity. The painting boat is decorated with tables and tables, and there are delicious food and wine, so you can listen to the sermon and drink for fun at the same time.

One of the purposes of this is to distance oneself from people. Only distance creates mystery!

"What do you say the immortal master is going to do?" Deng Yong and Wang Huang have the highest status, gathered in a small boat, and the location is the best. But even they don't know what Wen Fei is going to do, they only know that Wen Fei is a god and a god, commanding those Western armies, and they don't know what they are arranging.

Sneeze, sneeze. Wang Hao was wearing a thick mink fur, but he was still choked by the cold wind that poured in, and he had been heavy in the past few days, afraid that it was going to snow.

"I don't know, it's so far away, even if it's what the immortal master says, we can't hear it, let alone those ordinary people on the shore!"

In fact, that day, it was Wang Hao's idea for Wen Fei. His meaning is very clear, and it doesn't matter whether Wen Fei is a real immortal or a fake immortal, anyway, the people are easy to deceive. When the time comes, tens of thousands of people will be gathered, and when there are many people, they can stir up the people and make miracles. When the time comes, they will report back to the next with added oil and vinegar, and with Song Huizong's xingzi, they will definitely not be able to help it, and they will come out to greet Wen Fei in person.

But what Wen Fei was trying to do with such a battle, he really couldn't see it.

It was not only Wang Huang's frozen sneezing, but also the ordinary people who did not have thick fur to wear, and they shivered with cold. If these were not devout believers, I am afraid that they would have been unable to wait to leave. Even so, the number of people at today's festival was smaller than expected, and it was too cold.

I don't know who shouted: It's snowing! Many people noticed that their faces were cold, and the slightest snowflakes fell on their faces. But at this time, all the lanterns and torches that were lit nearby were extinguished. Suddenly, the panicked feelings spread in all directions.

This kind of group xing is out of control, and it is easy to have a stampede accident. If a few people are trampled to death tonight, or a dozen people. When it was preached, it would become Wen Fei's sermon, and the people trampled on it and hundreds died. Then Wen Fei's reputation is going to stink!

But at this moment, suddenly a pillar of light came straight out in front of him, swaying back and forth in the sky, and the dense snowflakes in the sky were clearly visible. All of a sudden, everyone was even more shocked. Then one pillar after another of the pillars of light lit up, rapidly changing the face, dyeing the snow of the whole night extremely gorgeous.

"Could this be what the Buddhist scriptures say!" Wang Hao was shocked, stood up suddenly, and looked at him in shock.

On the small island where Wen Fei was located, the entire small lake was lit up with a few colorful lights, which was beautiful. Then a mesmerizing music sounded, and the sound did not seem to come from Wen Fei on the island, but seemed to echo directly in everyone's ears.

"It's a good way, it's a very good way. Famous name, very famous ......" a bass with a faint low magnetic xing, began to recite the Tao Te Ching. The voice seemed to have magical power, and it silenced the believers who were shocked by the miracle. They began to sit down slowly, chanting along with the voice: "The beginning of the nameless heaven and earth;

Therefore, there is often no yu, to see its wonder, and there is often yu, to observe its subtlety. These two have the same name and different names, and they are the same mysteries.

Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders......"

A strange religious atmosphere spread, and everyone was religious, as if the snowflakes no longer brought cold. Even Wang Huang was shocked, his face became pious and solemn, and he slowly sat on the bow of the boat and chanted the scriptures.

Seeing this situation, Wen Fei breathed a sigh of relief. Xindao, it is worthy of spending so much money to rent a set of concert-level speaker equipment. The effect on the scene is really different. No one noticed the deafening roar in the distance, which was the sound of a diesel generator. Wen Fei was worried that the sound would ruin the atmosphere, but it was obvious that this monotonous and repetitive mechanical sound could easily be regarded as a background sound and ignored in the past. It's like Natsuri's insects singing cicadas!

"It is a saint who does nothing and does not teach. All things are born and begin, they are born, they are born, ......they are born,

The brilliance of the sky dissipated, and the voice slowly faded away after guiding everyone to recite the Tao Te Ching. But it didn't bring a trace of abruptness, and then Wen Fei's back suddenly lit up, showing the scenery of the white clouds and the sea.

The people who had just woken up from the religious-like hypnotic atmosphere suddenly saw such a scene, and they all let out an exclamation. Those scenes are so realistic, as if you can touch them with your own hands when you get closer.

Then all kinds of beautiful scenery appeared in front of these people's eyes one by one. A huge hill floating in the air, yet overgrown with vines...... Floating in the air with a glow in the night, like a dandelion...... And in the midst of the sunset, the majestic peaks are incredible......

If there is someone who has also crossed over like Wen Fei looking at this familiar scene, he will definitely want Nima to call it out.