Several Taoists suddenly turned their heads in surprise and looked at Feng Menglong.
The scent of this fox can make anyone confused, forget everything, and then fall directly into a deep sleep. As the saying goes, "Those who smell this scent will be confused and have false visions." But why is this scholar in front of him not impressed at all?
Influence?
Isn't it said that scholars are most easily confused by vixens and female ghosts?
It seems really strange that this poor scholar is not at all confused by the scent-smelling spell?
"I said, this incense of yours is not true. It smells bad. Can this incense be burned?"
Feng Menglong is still talking:
"Where is your temple blessing? I want to discuss it with him. How can you offer this kind of incense to the Supreme Lord? If he smells it, he will jump off the stage and beat you. I don't have to say more.
, it’s because you don’t know the best way to burn incense. Did you know that there are twenty five kinds of incense, and their origins are different, and the process of making incense is even more complicated. I also know a poem about incense. I
Sing it to you..."
"Hey, why does your Laojun sculpture look different from the ones I've seen? Where's his beard? Is carving such a casual thing? It doesn't respect the gods at all. I don't think your temple looks like a serious temple. It's a scam.
, be careful, I will sue you to the government..."
The faces of several Taoists were expressionless, and Feng Menglong's chatter beside them was endless. The leader of these Taoists waved his hand: "Let this strange pilgrim have a good sleep."
"Then send these two people and their treasures to the Dragon Casino."
Two big men suddenly emerged from the crowd, grabbed Feng Menglong, pinned him to the ground and beat him violently.
When magical hypnosis is ineffective, physical hypnosis must be used.
"Oh! I'm not going to slap people in the face! What kind of temple are you doing? You're doing so much harm to people and you're still beating them up! I'm a scholar, can you be reasonable?"
Bang, bang, bang, bang! Bang!
"Hu Xiaoshi, how about your golden light spell? Ouch! You really can't save me!"
Feng Menglong's screams could be heard far away, but none of the pilgrims around him cared about his situation. The little fox had a fanatical look on his face, and just laughed weirdly like the pilgrims around him.
There was a fanatical atmosphere around, and the leader of the Taoists had a fox tail exposed at this time. He reached out and touched the little fox. The little fox was like a tamed puppy. No matter how much he stroked it, it still continued.
Show an expression of intoxication and comfort.
"Be good, be good...it's a pity that it's a male. It would be better if it was a female... It's over here. When you come back from the casino, come to this temple and become my fox boy. Let's
Let’s serve the Nine Lotus Fox Fairy together.”
...
At the East Mahayana Temple, incense is curling up and crowds of people are making pilgrimages to the temple with enthusiasm.
Ji Xiang stepped into the main hall. When he turned around, he could still see the open gate of the temple in the distance. There were many people around, but Ji Xiang narrowed his eyes.
Why are Little Fox and Feng Menglong missing?
This kind of thing can happen even when you are under the radar, and you don't notice it at all?
The Sixth Divine Power Realm, have you been underestimated?
At this time, a man came to the temple not far away and expressed concern and sincere condolences to Ji Xiang's behavior of looking around blankly.
"Mercy, mercy, this senior brother seems to need a little help?"
help?
"Who are you? Are you the priest of this temple? I have two companions who got separated for some reason."
Ji Xiang asked for help, and at the same time looked at the "temple blessing" in front of him, and the temple blessing smiled slightly.
"The poor Taoist Xu Hongru, whose Taoist name is Ju Yezi."
"It's just that the person has lost his trace. It's easy to handle. I'll help senior brother Dao Pindao to search for it. This pilgrimage happens once a year, and there are so many people coming to offer incense that it will inevitably be a bit crowded."
While he was talking, he took out some paper from his sleeve and pointed it as a knife. He actually cut out a group of paper judges. They could speak human language and acted like humans. They paid homage to Xu Hongru.
"Huh? Cut paper into soldiers?"
Ji Xiang narrowed his eyes, this spell really gave him some bad associations.
This is the magical art of the Song Dynasty. Zhao Xuanlang's paper-figure generals left a deep impact on him. They were extremely powerful, capable of using magical arts, flying into the sky and escaping from the earth. Apart from being afraid of fire, they had almost no other weaknesses.
"It is indeed the art of cutting paper into weapons. This is also a spell that Pindao learned unintentionally in his early years. If it is to hurt people and kill monsters, it is not powerful enough. These paper judges can only carry goods or find people to send messages.
It’s just work.”
Xu Hongru modestly said that his magic can only be used for express delivery, but there is no way to achieve the legendary state of changing whatever you cut.
At this time, Ji Xiang looked at the furnishings in the main hall.
Among the three statues, a statue of Supreme Laojun is in the center. The two men and women on the left and right are unknown. On the left and right, facing the entrance of the temple, there is Maitreya Buddha on the left and a fox on the right.
statue.
"This temple of yours is really interesting. First, I pray to Taoism, then to Buddha, and then to the Fox Fairy. Which one is sung?"
Xu Hongru smiled slightly: "I turned into a Hu, Buddha is the Tao."
"You would say, what about this fox fairy? You wouldn't say that he was transformed by Sakyamuni or Maitreya, right?"
"You don't know something."
Xu Hongru told Ji Xiang that in his early years, the founder of the Eastern Mahayana Sect was saved by a fox fairy. He was grateful for his kindness, so he set up a statue of the fox fairy in the temple. After all, a drop of water should be repaid by a spring.
That's it.
Since ancient times, it has happened everywhere to build temples to save people's lives, and it is not limited to people, gods and ghosts. The local government admits some of this, and some does not, but it does not affect the people's sacrifices.
Sacrifice came from this, and some evil gods also imitated similar deeds, built magnificent temples, and developed followers to increase their power.
The righteous gods of the Thirty-six Heavens are all dead objects, they are all divine cards and have no real physical existence. Therefore, only the gods under the Thirty-Six Heavens can be enlightened, sacrificed, or granted the title of the imperial court in the human world.
Become a god through various forms such as being righteous, or being taught the Dharma by an expert.
There is even a special kind of "false god" that replaces the gods. The most famous example is the fake Guandi.
Ji Xiang moved his nose and felt that this place seemed to have a bit of a foxy smell.
"Are you a branch of the White Lotus Sect?"
"Of course not!"
Xu Hongru looked shocked: "Pindao's temple has been registered with the government and is absolutely legal. You can go to the government to verify that this is not a licentious ritual. It has been established for many years to preach! You
You can’t say that all the Dharma teachings among the people are from the White Lotus Sect. This would chill the hearts of our fellow Dharma teaching disciples!”
Ji Xiang said nothing and looked everywhere with his eyes. The blank divine card did not give any response for the time being, indicating that there was no spell targeting him here. But how did those two people disappear? It was really strange.
His eyes wandered everywhere, and suddenly the blank divine card reacted, but it was in front of a square bronze mirror.
[Zhenzi Feishuang Mirror: The phoenix sings on the harp, the lotus leaves hold the sky; walking on the blue clouds, the form and shadow are together.]
[During the Kaiyuan period of the Tang Dynasty, there was a man named Song Jing. When he was young, he once looked in this mirror and found that the shadow in the mirror formed a Chinese character, and he later became the prime minister. 】
[This kind of mirror can reflect a person's future career, as well as the misfortunes and blessings of the day and night.]
Ji Xiang stepped forward and saw that there was a queue in front of this square bronze mirror. Many people seemed to just want to look at this mirror. Ji Xiang walked over and took a look. Xu Hongru was moved in his heart and quickly told Ji Xiang the magic of this mirror.
.
"Senior brother, does this mirror of mine look good? This is not an ordinary mirror, but a magical state of vision that can reflect a person's future appearance. Many people have come to me to look in this mirror in the past. They have feather fans.
Lunjin, some become high officials, and there are many beauties as beautiful as immortals appearing around some people, and they will either be rich or noble in the future."
"Of course, there are some people who are unlucky. In the mirror, they actually look like a beggar, in rags and poverty."
"All in all, everyone sees themselves differently in the mirror."
Ji Xiang listened to his chatter and reached for the mirror. Someone beside him was unhappy and about to have a fit. When he saw Xu Hongru's smiling face, he suddenly became kind.
Xu Hongru turned his head again and saw Ji Xiang looking in the mirror. In an instant, his expression became extremely frightened!
In this divine mirror of the Tang Dynasty, Ji Xiang's appearance could not be reflected, let alone the misfortunes and future events. What was reflected was a white-faced warrior, completely different from Ji Xiang. As for his appearance,