The next day, after taking a day off, Milo felt that his condition was much better. Mo Yangsheng just took Milo out for a walk.
On the streets that have just celebrated the Qiqiao Festival, you can still see some traces of the festival, such as the decorations in front of some shops and the things for sale.
There are also some jugglers performing various performances at some performance stalls on the side of the street.
But this place is Jinhong City, the core place of Hanxia. Although the people living here have few cultivation talents, their energy and blood are full. It is difficult to perform spells such as general illusions and transformations here.
Spells such as breathing fire and spitting water are not eye-catching, so the performance here is of a certain fighting style.
If the performer wins, he will naturally get a reward, but if he loses, he will be unlucky.
For example, the illusion magic that Mo Yangsheng brought to watch was performed in Jinhong City for seven consecutive days.
The performer was an old man with a short stature and a sallow complexion. He took out a few bamboo poles from his palm-sized cloth bag, built a small frame, fixed it in front of the performance booth, and held his hands to the people who stopped to watch: "Jinhong City"
There are many people here, but the little old man has little skills. I dare to come here to make a living, so please show mercy!"
The old man's forced elegance made many people who came to watch it for the first time secretly laugh, but more people looked solemn.
After all, he performed for three consecutive days in Jinhong City without anyone breaking his spell, which shows that this old man also has some abilities.
Mo Yangsheng pointed to the people next to him whose clothes were somewhat similar to those of Han Xia Bhikkhu, but different. He sent a message to Milo: "These people are from Nihong. They have been here three days ago. I want to see them."
Breaking this illusion, occupying this stall, only to be pulled into the illusion, and the one over there.'
Mo Yangsheng pointed to the other side again, where a young man with a faint flash of thunder around his body said: "That guy is a casual cultivator from Youzhou, his name is Jin Yang. He seemed to have seen something yesterday, and he seemed to be trying to fight with this old man."
Up.'
'Isn't it the same for you?'
Miluo replied to Mo Yangsheng. At first, he was curious about why Mo Yangsheng took him out to go shopping. Now it seems that he was taught a lesson by this old man, so he thought of asking Miluo for help.
Mo Yangsheng did not deny this. While pointing his eyes in the direction of the old man, he said through a message: 'This old man's illusion method is very strange. I am really curious about its principle, so I came to you for help.'
He glanced at the old man. His aura was only at the level of the Ning Zhen Realm, but his methods were not weak.
He took out a seed, put it on the ground, grabbed some dust from the side, and asked everyone present for a bowl of water.
Dust fell on the seeds, half a bowl of water fell, and the old man said cheerfully: "It's time to sprout!"
As he spoke, the dust turned into earth air, and the clear water turned into water vapor. The two entangled, allowing the seeds to take root and sprout. They were green and looked very attractive.
The old man poured down the remaining half of the bowl of water. Nourished by the water vapor, the buds quickly grew again and climbed up the bamboo pole. In a short time, they were covered with the bamboo frame and small flowers bloomed.
When Milo took a look, he immediately understood why Mo Yangsheng was curious about what kind of illusion this was. It was clearly a combination of illusion, alchemy and cultivation techniques.
No wonder no one has figured out what this old man did.
For those who can only detect illusions, when observing the vines, it is as if vitality is injected into the internal circulation, carried along with the technique, and becomes a boost to the opponent.
Those who see the traces of alchemy, although they can observe without providing power, are unable to rely on one person's power to resist the internal circulation system built by everyone around them, and to stop the operation of the illusion.
In the end, those who understand the operation of the technique will not go out of their way to criticize others if they benefit from it.
He glanced at Mo Yangsheng angrily. He had seen the trick, but he was too lazy to think about it himself, so that he could become a strong man.
But Milo himself was also a little curious about the old man's technique, so he carefully observed the growth of the bamboo frame and vines. The seemingly messy vines were actually operating according to an internal circulation system constructed according to a certain technique.
With a thought in his mind, he looked back at the earth's energy, intending to follow the internal circulation and observe its operating system.
In Milo's eyes, people's emotions fall on the illusory vines, and eventually merge into a gourd along the vines.
'interesting!'
The corner of Milo's mouth slightly raised. The internal circulation method is not mysterious in itself, but it can be operated externally with the help of the power of will. Finally, the air of dust is combined with the air of clear water, and the power of human will is used as the auxiliary material to condense the elixir.
, but extremely clever.
Milo was also a little emotional when he saw it. It happened that he was planning not to control all aspects of the Baojuan so absolutely yesterday. In the future, the Dharma will be between unification and control, and he will be more inclined to control and organize.
Therefore, he also thought about making the phantoms of gods condensed by the names in Miaoyou more independent.
It just so happens that this system of maintaining internal circulation with the help of outsiders' observation is quite suitable for assisting the practice of the phantoms of gods.
He observed and calculated.
At this time, the performance had come to an end. The child next to the old man took the little Luo, copied it on the back, and walked up to the spectators to ask for rewards. However, when passing by the neon monks, the monk gave him a flower.
Green Lotus.
As soon as the lotus enters Xiaoluo, it is like petals entering water, causing subtle ripples, and then the petals open layer by layer. The flower blooms in three grades, with twenty-seven petals. The petals are shining, and there is a faint scent of sandalwood floating around.
As the lotus blossoms, the ivy twists slightly, seeming to be disturbed.
The old man's expression changed slightly, and when everyone around him took a look, some people who had originally planned to leave also turned around.
There was a faint look of excitement in everyone's eyes, but they almost didn't shout out words to start a fight in public.
"That's too much!" Mo Yangsheng also had a look on his face. He could see that what the monk put into Xiao Luo looked like a lotus, but it was actually a Buddhist coin enshrined in front of the Buddha statue and infused with incense.
He used the sandalwood from the Buddha's money to simulate the lotus fragrance, and used the lotus to interfere with the old man's illusion.
However, this monk's interference method clearly bears the traces of the old man. He also relies on the power of thoughts of the people around him to maintain the existence of the lotus.
This behavior, which was almost provocative, naturally made Mo Yangsheng dissatisfied.
Unexpectedly, the old man quickly regained his cheerful expression, picked off a gourd on the ivy, called the child back to him, handed the gourd to the monk and said: "The master is very clever. He has seen through the little old man's tricks. Follow the rules." You can't ask for money. The child is ignorant and asks the master for money. This gourd is considered an apology. Please don't blame the master."
When Milo saw this, a trace of smile appeared in his eyes. After the monk took the gourd and before speaking, he clapped his hands gently. Jin Yang on the other side also clapped. Mo Yangsheng didn't understand at first, but he looked at it carefully and smiled. Said: "A good illusion skill, a good transport skill, the two skills alternate and complement each other, it is really clever."
Among the people watching around, except for a few who showed surprise, the rest just felt confused and still couldn't distinguish the changes.
The monk was thoughtful. When he lowered his head to look at the gourd, his expression suddenly changed. Where was the gourd in his hand? It was clearly a green lotus of the third grade with twenty-seven petals.
The green lotus on the child's little Luo turned into a gourd.
The monk couldn't help but look at the rosary on his wrist, looking at the subtle lines on it, with a look of horror.
The crowd watching on the side suddenly burst into cheers. The monk suppressed the surprise in his heart and clasped his hands together. He was about to express his admiration, but the old man said again: "Master, why don't you take a look again?"
After everyone heard this, they looked at it carefully and found that the monk's hand was just a lotus seed that exuded a faint medicinal fragrance.
Looking back at the bamboo shelf, there was only one gourd hanging on it. The old man stepped forward and took it off again, opened the opening and poured out a Buddhist coin.
"Okay, okay!"
Everyone cheered and revealed the rewards.
These people all have great skills, and they all fall on top of Ronaldinho accurately. If they fall out, they will cause ridicule from the people around them.
Miluo and Mo Yangsheng also threw out their reward money, turned around and left, but before they left for long, Jin Yang followed them.
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