Lan Ke Qi Yuan Chapter 418: About the same

Normally, Yin Zhong actually doesn't like reading much, but he has a very good father and brother, and he is not stupid himself, so he has always been pretty good at reading.

But Yin Zhong has always been under pressure, and studying hard is more to respond to his family's expectations and not to let outsiders look down on Yin's family.

But now when he saw this book with a yellow cover, Yin Zhong fell in love immediately. Maybe the key reason is because the two words on the book are so beautiful.

He grabbed the book on the table and flipped through a few pages. He found that it was full of words, but upon closer inspection, it was not all words. Many words formed what looked like array diagrams, among which there were useful Various hidden line trajectories.

This book naturally has mysteries in it. Even though Yin Zhong is reading it with gusto now, it is because he himself is extraordinary. In addition, the book was deliberately written for Yin Zhong out of consideration for fate.

If an ordinary person were to get this book, they would become dizzy after reading it for a while, and they might faint if they continued to hold on.

Yin Zhong couldn't put it down and flipped through the two pages. He felt that some of the words were like formation diagrams. There were rules for the front, rear, left and right that could be combined. There was even a picture of a strong military formation in his mind. It was fun and magical.

"Mr. Ji, I don't know how many people want to ask for my father's calligraphy. I didn't expect your calligraphy to be so good, much better than theirs. Oh, yes, I saw your original letter and was confused. I already knew you were better than them!"

Ji Yuan looks at him.

"You kid, you didn't say that just to please me, did you?"

"No, no! I said everything sincerely!"

Yin Zhong raised his head and showed a sincere smile, while not forgetting his original purpose.

"Mr. Ji, you haven't finished telling the scary ghost story last time. Tell me more!"

"Yo? Aren't you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid! I am a man and I will be a general in the future!"

Seeing that he was serious, Ji Yuan nodded clearly, as if something suddenly occurred to him, and asked in confusion.

"I heard that someone didn't dare to sleep alone last night and went to his brother's room?"

"Uh..."

Yin Zhong's expression froze, and he was so embarrassed that he scratched his head and drank water, but Ji Yuan just teased him like this, so he had to say it anyway.

"Hu'er, you have to remember that no matter it is a corpse, a ghost, or even a demon or demon, you can be afraid, but don't lose your courage at any time."

"Can mortals resist demons and monsters?"

Although Yin Zhong is young, his education and vision are far beyond comparison with others. He is also much better than Yin Qing back then. Sometimes he really talks like a little adult.

Hearing this question, Ji Yuan said with a serious expression.

"Not all mortals can fight against monsters, but it is possible for mortals to fight against monsters. The monsters you think of are the more powerful ones. There are countless ghosts and ghosts in the world, and some are weak. Maybe you can defeat them with just a pinch. Death, that fox demon Hu Yun was almost bitten to death by a big yellow dog before."

"Huh? It? Almost bitten to death by a dog?"

Yin Zhong listened, and his train of thought became distorted when he heard this.

"Haha, yes, it is in Ning'an County, so it is still very afraid of dogs. By the way, you'd better pretend not to know about this in front of him."

Ji Yuan said this in a low voice, and Yin Zhong also lowered his voice subconsciously.

"Got it!"

"Well, besides, don't underestimate the thousands of human beings. They are born as humans and are the envy of many ghosts. Not to mention those with strong martial arts skills can also deal with some ghosts. Some special people are not even afraid of being killed. The evil things in the climate will actually make all the evil spirits and heretics wander around him."

Yin Zhong was stunned again.

"Sir, are you talking about gods? This is still a mortal..."

"If you put it this way, such characters are indeed not ordinary mortals. After all, they have already made extraordinary achievements, and ghosts and gods must give him face."

Yin Zhong was very curious.

"Mr. Ji, have you ever seen such a person? Who are they?"

The expression on Ji Yuan's face was playful and funny.

"Not only have I seen it, but you have also seen it."

"I've seen it too?"

Yin Zhong was stunned again.

"Yes, the most representative example is your father, Lord Yin Zhaoxian, the Minister of Dazhen Dynasty. Your father has a great righteousness, and the light of uprightness washes away the surroundings. Evil and evil things do not dare to approach, and the same is true for young people. It can be seen at a glance that as long as Emperor Dazhen does not act foolishly, your father will be the pinnacle of the Dazhen Dynasty!"

Yin Zhong looked at Ji Yuan stupidly, seeing his serious face and the moonlight in the well deep in his eyes, he believed it and murmured in his mouth.

"My dad is so powerful... By the way, Mr. Ji, what is Dinghai Shenzhen? It sounds more powerful!"

If an immortal cultivator or ghost or **** had asked Ji Yuan this question, he might have laughed or prevaricated it, but since it was Yin Zhong who asked Ji Yuan, Ji Yuan would not care, as the story has been told.

"The so-called sea-fixing needle is an incredible fairy treasure. It stands in the sea and can stop tsunamis and waves. Its weight is also exaggerated..."

Obviously the story of the Dinghai Shenzhen attracted Yin Zhong more than the previous ghosts, and he was fascinated by it without even realizing it.

That night, Yin Zhong, who had shamelessly prepared to squeeze in his brother's room yesterday, immediately changed his mind and went back to his room, lighting the oil lamp and staying up all night watching the newly acquired "Zi Zhen".

He thinks this book is amazing because it is more interesting to read than those monsters. With the combination of various formations, you can even feel the subtle state between the two sides, some are as aggressive as fire, and some are as aggressive as fire. Some are as motionless as a mountain, some are wise and penetrating, and some have many lines and lines. The direction and meaning of the words are consistent, and with some subtle distances and combined shapes, this feeling can also be produced.

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Thousands of miles away from Dazhen in the north, the Daliang Temple in the Tongqiu Mansion of the Tingliang Kingdom is located. Because of the New Year, it is even more lively than usual.

Due to the existence of Daliang Temple, the people of Tongqiu Mansion have basically gradually formed a local custom. During the New Year and some important festivals, they go to Daliang Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings, and to perform rituals when necessary in their hometown. When it comes to matters, it is often better to invite eminent monks from Daliang Temple.

The crowds inside and outside Daliang Temple are bustling. As before, the monks of Daliang Temple allocate their hands to maintain order and guide the lost pilgrims. They even allow some vendors who are familiar with the temple to set up stalls in the more open areas of the temple for convenience. Pilgrims who want to buy something to eat can do so at any time.

On this day, Tie Feng, who had already returned to Kyoto of Tingliang Kingdom, came to Daliang Temple again. Mainly because his mother wanted to come to Daliang Temple to offer incense during the New Year, so he accompanied her.

Last night, when a powerful official's family came, it was natural that the carriage servants would clear the way. Although Tie Feng didn't like riding in carriages, he couldn't let his old mother walk, so it was rare for them to come to Daliang Temple by car together.

"困~~~"

"Old Madam, Second Master, Daliang Temple has arrived."

There was no need for the coachman to remind him, the excitement outside and the flow of people outside the carriage window already proved this. Tie Feng quickly got out of the car early and helped his mother down.

"Mom, be careful and slow down! Set up the footstool quickly!"

The old woman in the carriage walked down little by little with the help of the maid, looking at Tie Feng and pretending to be angry.

"As a mother, I'm not too old to walk. I just need Huan Huan to support me. Do I need you?"

"Yes yes yes!"

Tie Feng smiled helplessly, but still stretched out his hand. His mother also handed over her hand naturally, and got off the car with the help of her son. Many pilgrims on the side also looked curiously, guessing which one it was. A wealthy family.

"I don’t know what kind of wind is blowing in Kyoto recently. Some of the princes, nobles, and officials who were not very interested in Daliang Temple before have gone to Daliang Temple one by one this year to join in the fun. My dear, you are also here."

"Why, I can't come? I am also a person who worships Buddha and God!"

Tie Feng quickly apologized.

"Yes, yes, yes, mother, you are the most respectful to Buddha. I have already said hello to Daliang Temple. In addition to the Foyin Mingwang Hall, I must pay my respects. After that, we will go to a monk hall in the inner courtyard."

As he spoke, Tie Feng waved away the servants around him, and personally took his mother and her maids to the main entrance of Daliang Temple. There was already a novice monk waiting there. They were going to offer incense, and everyone was a pilgrim. , and in a place like Daliang Temple, it is impossible to really let the servants clear the way to exclude others.

But at this time, a deep voice suddenly came.

"From what you said, the princes and nobles of Tingliang Kingdom in Kyoto used to come to Daliang Temple during the Chinese New Year?"

Tie Feng frowned and looked for a voice, and saw an elderly man wearing a round-neck gown and a straight blouse. When Tie Feng looked at him, he slightly arched his hands in this direction.

Seeing that he was meticulous from top to bottom, that he was old but not old, and that his eyes were calm but full of dignity, Tie Feng almost immediately judged that the other party was a person and returned the gift.

"Yes, in fact, whether inside or outside Kyoto or Tongqiu Mansion, the news about the boundless Dharma of the eminent monks of Daliang Temple is relatively popular. Even now, His Majesty intends to go to Daliang Temple to worship Buddha. I wonder who you are?"

The old man smiled.

"My surname is Ying. I heard interesting things from my friends and came to Daliang Temple to see it."

As he spoke, Lao Long took the first step and strode up the steps to Daliang Temple.

This man's demeanor and appearance were so special that Tie Feng watched his back for a while before taking his mother into the temple.

There were already enough pilgrims in the past, and today there are several times more. Even with the help of monks from Daliang Temple, look for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan. com It took the old lady of the Tie family a while to enter the square outside the Hall of King Foyin Ming.

The flow of people here is actually less, and there are many more monks to maintain order, so it is not too crowded.

Tie Feng didn’t bring his mother with him when he came by himself, and he was in a place with less power like Daliang Temple. He was also sweating. He was worried that his mother wouldn’t be able to stand the crowded air. Fortunately, the inner courtyard would be much better soon. .

"Mom, you must worship King Foyin Ming. This is what the eldest princess said!"

"Your mother, I'm not here to play, of course I will worship you! Huanhuan, let's go in!"

"Yes!"

The maid helped the old lady up the steps of Foyin Mingwang Hall. Several monks came over to take a look, saying that the powerful offered incense just like the common people, but the powerful were still powerful after all.

Tie Feng breathed a sigh of relief, took out his handkerchief and wiped his sweat. He was about to go in when he suddenly saw the old man just now standing in front of the steps outside the Buddha Yinming Palace, with pilgrims rushing around. No one touched his corner, and this person didn't move at all, looking at the golden body of the Buddha inside.

Tie Feng, a person with a special temperament, was a little curious, so he subconsciously took a few steps closer and said to the old man.

"Old sir, have you come to the Foyin Mingwang Hall too? It's not crowded, why don't we go in and pay our respects together?"

The old man turned to look at Tie Feng with a smile on his face.

"Worship him? Haha, forget it!"

After saying this, the old man turned around, walked down the steps of the hall, and strode away towards the west.

Tie Feng frowned and stood there, watching the old man leave and thinking about something in his mind. It seemed that someone had said similar things to him in a similar place.