Zhou Yi lowered his head and looked at the copper bell in his hand that seemed to have remained unchanged.
If the ancient bell in Yeguo Temple is the original body of Master Daming.
That copper bell is where Dan Ming’s heart is tied.
Although it has rust spots, compared with the clock body, it is not damaged and is as good as ever.
Zhou Yi closed his eyes, listened quietly, and sensed carefully, looking for any clues that Master Damming might be alive.
After a while, he opened his eyes, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.
Then use vermilion Buddhist cloth to roll up the copper bell.
Wipe gently.
"Abbot Danming, look, this is a rare and authentic Buddhist scripture.
Just the cloth that carries it makes a girl who lives in a small house, doesn't like reading and has never seen the world, full of spirituality... Although she likes to use foul language, it's still a big problem.
Why don't you wake up quickly and take a look? Listen to it? Smell it... By the way, help the young monk share the responsibility of guarding the temple in the future.
Young monk Xianyunyehe is used to wandering around. Even if he is determined to help Buddhism, he can't stay in a temple like you."
The bell was still as dull and dull as when Zhou Yi took it off the bell.
It's like I have completely lost my spirituality.
But Zhou Yi sensed a glimmer of life from the copper bell, which was still gestating and recovering.
If that wasn’t Daming, who could it be?
"The young monk believes that one day, the abbot will wake up, sit in the Buddhist gate, and promote Buddhism."
Zhou Yi smiled.
...Because if everything goes well, by then, the young monk will have returned to secular life.
Just thinking about it can make you laugh like a pig in broad daylight.
After putting down the bell, Zhou Yi began to examine his own changes.
His health-preserving power has grown slightly, but he still maintains the cultivation level of the top master in the world - Guanhun Wuren.
"Sure enough, the improvement in health-preserving power is getting smaller and smaller each time."
"But it's hard to say. After all, the amount of green smoke harvested this time is not as good as the previous times, and most of it was used to manifest Buddhist scriptures."
"Although the Buddhist scriptures are all memorized in my mind, they still have to be dictated into chapters and printed into volumes to truly complete this step."
Zhou Yi was just thinking when a knock on the door came from outside.
"who?"
"Xian...hehe, Master Yichen, it's a certain Huang Xu."
"Oh? Please come in."
The door was pushed open.
A middle-aged man wearing a yellow robe walked in with a smile.
"Hahaha, I just got a piece of great news this morning. The marriage between the Ninth Princess and Jinghe Xiaolong has been postponed for some reason..."
Before Lord Yuqing finished speaking, he suddenly saw the copper bell placed on the cloth, and his face changed slightly.
"Do you recognize it?" Zhou Yi asked.
"This must be Master Dan Ming's true form."
Lord Yuqing stood stunned for a long time.
Then he swept his sleeves and bowed deeply to the copper bell.
When he raised his head again, there were faint traces of tears in the corners of his eyes.
"When Huang Xu was just an ignorant little yellow croaker, he was caught by fishermen because of his playfulness.
A certain person was in a trance, not knowing what was going on, and was still jumping around happily in the shallow water of the fish basket.
It wasn't until the fisherman carried the chopping board and picked up the kitchen knife that he realized that a disaster was coming, and bowed his head with tears in his eyes.
The fisherman seemed a little surprised, but his wife had just given birth and was waiting for her milk to be fed, so naturally he didn't care so much.
Just when someone thought he was certain to die, a majestic sound of bells came from Xiaying Mountain, and vaguely, it seemed that an eminent monk was chanting Buddhist scriptures.
The fisherman was shocked, thinking that the Buddha had appeared, so he knelt down in the direction of the temple and prayed for blessings.
You must know that a few decades ago, Buddhism was at its peak, incense was everywhere, and there were countless Buddhist believers in the world like crucian carp crossing the river..."
"What happened next, did the fishermen release you?" Zhou Yi asked.
"That's not true."
Huang Xu slightly smoothed his beard with some complacency: "A certain person took advantage of the fisherman to bow down to the God of Leng, jumped into the bamboo canal that diverted the water, went down the river, and escaped."
Zhou Yi gave a thumbs up: "Those who help themselves, God will help them. Lao Huang, you are a strange fish."
"I don't dare to be surprised in front of Master Yichen."
Huang Xu waved his hand, restrained his arrogance, and sighed: "Later, I became interested in the temple on the mountain, especially the big bell. So, I got up early and late day and night, avoiding fishing nets and bait hooks.
I quietly swam to the river and listened to the clanging bells. I felt refreshed and enlightened. Looking at the world outside the river, I felt that the sun and the moon were shining together, and the sky and the earth were aligned. Later, while listening to the bells, I
While swallowing the essence of the sun and the moon, in less than twenty years, my body has grown dozens of times, and I have also learned the art of transformation..."
"Amitabha, interrupt me."
Zhou Yi whispered the Buddha's name with a strange look on his face: "Is what you are practicing Buddhist magic?"
Huang Xu shook his head slightly: "No, although I was enlightened by Master Dan Ming, what I can practice is the art of transformation, which uses the five spirits and six qi of my generation. After I transformed, I even transformed into a scholar.
Discuss with the passing magicians the methods of "rubbing the navel to relieve the qi, burning thatch and making a cauldron, collecting yin and replenishing yang". In the end, they embarked on the method of "building clay sculptures in temples, attracting people's popularity, and earning merit".
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"Oh? Regarding the method of incense, can Lao Huang elaborate?"
"Is Master Yichen testing our generation? Haha, the way of incense is an ancient practice method that has been passed down from ancient times, ancient times, and even ancient times. At that time, the way of heaven was still there, and those who achieved the wish of the common people
, should be worshiped with incense and become a righteous god in the world. River gods, mountain gods, land gods, city gods...these great powers in the world have existed since ancient times, and they are the order that our generation follows."
"What about now?"
"Now... haha, it's funny to say that, I don't know when, the way of heaven has been hidden. The incense that we get from mortals must be divided into at least 90% to the way of heaven who doesn't know where it exists. The ownership of this god's position is also
Gradually, I changed from a meritorious person to a strong one. Take Lao Huang as an example, I am known as the Jade Qing River God. There are clay sculptures in temples in Guangyuan County and mortals worshiping them. The root cause can be traced, but because I am the Jade River God.
The water tribe with the highest cultivation level in Qinghe River."
Zhou Yi listened to Huang Xu's complaints and didn't think anything was wrong.
Perhaps in Huang Xu's view, only those with meritorious deeds could become the gods of mountains, rivers, and the land in ancient times.
But the nature of the world, in which the weak and the strong prey on each other, has never changed.
Those ancient legends about immortality and noble morals may not be some kind of deception.
Of course, the original intention should be well-intentioned.
Zhou Yi's heart suddenly moved.
In that TV series-like dream, the incense all over the sky condensed into haze, stretching across the sky.
And every time he kills monsters and ghosts, he gets a wisp of green smoke...could it be incense too?
Thinking of this, Zhou Yi couldn't help but have a complex emotion in his heart.
If this is the case, the mystery of Qingyan can be considered solved.
Could the jokingly called “health-preserving power” be the divine power of incense?
But... I always feel that this kind of incense path is too restrictive.
Zhou Yi asked: "Old Huang, you river gods, mountain gods, city gods, or in other words, monks of the way of incense, if you are face to face, can you tell each other's roots?"
Huang Xu smiled slightly: "Of course. Unless the body and soul are destroyed, or are driven off the shrine, otherwise, as long as you practice the incense path for a day, the smell of incense will always be there. I am very familiar with this."
Zhou Yi stopped there and did not continue to inquire further.
With Lao Huang's words, the hypothesis just now was naturally overturned immediately.
If the health-preserving power is really the magical power of incense, then Lao Huang should sense it immediately and ask himself.
And it seems that he didn't realize until recently that he might be a "successful monk".
Huang Xu, who was as powerful as the incense god, could not see through the reality of his health-preserving power.
This made Zhou Yi more and more aware of the extraordinary power of mysterious green smoke and health-preserving power.
Even so, Zhou Yi still had some interest in the incense path.
After all, monks and incense have been inseparable from ancient times to the present... second only to monks and nuns... a literal relationship?
"Huh?"
Huang Xu's eyes suddenly condensed.
His gaze went straight into the void somewhere, as if he was observing something.