Snow Kuang Monk just paid it back. Every time he met the little liar, he was made disgraced, and he definitely didn't look good. Who is the old man in black?
He seemed to feel that Zhu Tong was observing him with the help of a telescope, and a strange smile appeared on his face.
"They have been following us for a long time." The Yellow Sea telescope continued to observe.
"They're just monks. Do you know them?" Zhu Tong asked pretending not to care.
"I have no impression." Huang Hai put down the telescope and raised his wrist to look at his watch; "It's almost twelve o'clock. May I ask Brother Ship, how long does it take to get to Phoenix?"
"It's coming soon, it'll take just one meal." The boatman smiled honestly, but how long does one meal take?
Mr. Chen understood the tourists' thoughts and said: "We can get there in about an hour. We are on the water now and the boat is moving slowly. Don't be anxious. We have prepared meals at home."
We went down the river, so it was of course slower to come back, so everyone was speechless and quietly admired the green river water and the green banks.
"Brother Chuan, let's stop at Peach Blossom Island and let's walk back." After all, Huang Hai had a heavy responsibility and did not dare to take risks.
Peach Blossom Island is called Daohua Island, but it is just a beach planted with peach trees in a corner of the Tuojiang River. It is surrounded by wormwood. There is a small bridge built of logs connecting the river bank, and there is a road leading to Phoenix City on the bank.
Huanghai means that if an accident occurs on a ship, it is difficult to control it, but it will be easier to handle it on shore.
Although Zhu Tong did not speak, he agreed with Huang Hai's choice. He had already observed Peach Blossom Island with a telescope, and there were not many tourists on the island now.
The boatman thought that the guests were going to Peach Blossom Island, so he advised them: "There is nothing interesting to see on the island, and you have to buy a ticket to go up there. It's not worth it."
"Thank you, boatman, we want to take a look." Ye'er also saw something, so the boatman stopped insisting and sailed the boat to Peach Blossom Island. Old man Chen wanted to go back by boat first, and told them not to play too crazy and don't forget
Have a meal.
Peach Blossom Island is really not big. In this season, the peach trees and thatched houses on the island are a dull yellow color. As soon as the boat docked, two women in dark blue Miao clothes came to toast and collect tickets.
Zhu Tong looked back and saw that on the mountain in the distance, the Snow Monk and the man in black were still looking at each other from a distance; they seemed to be waiting for something. Zhu Tong was extra careful, as there must be people from the other side around.
It came so fast, and it only took three days to catch up. Fast communication equipment and convenient transportation facilities are like an invisible network, making the distance between Jianghu and Jianghu getting closer and closer.
It won't take long to go around Peach Blossom Island twice. The Yellow Sea and Nomura Flower Sea have no intention of looking at the scenery. They go to the wooden bridge leading to the shore from the island to check. Ye'er is guarding Jingchi Xuemei; only Duohua is holding up the DV and taking pictures everywhere.
, Peach Blossom Island is over.
The Nomura Sea of Flowers suddenly stopped at the head of the bridge, while the Yellow Sea was beside the bridge.
Sitting in the middle of the wooden bridge is a monk in gray clothes. He is about fifty or sixty years old. He looks very imposing overall. The monk has a high forehead, broad eyes, and a straight nose, but his face is pale and his lips are thin.
He was sitting on the bridge, fishing with an ebony fishing rod in his hand. Although he was chanting sutras with his eyebrows lowered, Zhu Tong felt that there was a vague sense of arrogance and arrogance in him.
On the other end of the bridge, there are two monks, also in gray clothes, who are strong and in their prime, guarding beside a bamboo sliding pole.
Zhu Tong took a few steps forward and went to the right side of the Nomura Sea of Flowers. He could hear the deep and long chanting of the monk in gray and smell the faint scent of sandalwood. "This master is very magical." Nomura pointed at the sea of flowers under the bridge.
Zhu Tong looked at it and was surprised! Under the bridge, opposite where the gray-robed monk was sitting, there was a group of fish nodding their heads frequently, as if worshiping, but no fish bit the hook.
The little liar simply didn't believe that there was such a magical person in the world, who could actually attract fish to worship him by reciting a few verses of scripture. But the fact was right in front of him. He looked up and down, left and right, but couldn't see the flaw.
The three girls also saw this wonderful scene and exclaimed repeatedly; Jingchi Xuemei was the youngest, but with more experience and knowledge, her mentality became stable. The first one to run up was Duohua, who leaned close to the Yellow Sea.
People on the bridge railing were amazed and took pictures with their DVs.
Nomura Hanahai stopped Jingchi Xuemi, with a look of caution on her face.
"Why is this happening?" Ye'er held Zhu Tong's arm and frowned. She was an atheist and could not find a reasonable explanation for the strange things that appeared in front of her.
Zhu Tong didn't understand either. He carefully observed the behavior of the monk in gray and every detail on and off the bridge, trying his best to find the answer.
This move is called "Lin Yuan Mu Yu", but he just didn't see the most basic point: the bait.
Speaking of which, "Lin Yuan Mu Yu" is not new. There have been more bizarre deceptions in the world for a long time. In all dynasties, eminent monks who pretended to be mysterious used this trick to confuse the people.
There are three necessary conditions to perform this trick. First, the bait is usually fried sesame seeds or fish worms dipped in oil. Sprinkle them in a cool place by the water, and it is best to do it on a cloudy day. The light is too strong and can easily be seen through.
The second is the strong smell of sandalwood, which is used to cover up the aroma of fishing bait; most of the practitioners are monks, and they often light sandalwood around them.
The third is that a few good guys are beating the drums on the sidelines, creating a sensational effect and attracting more bystanders.
Now, the scent of sandalwood is there, coming from the monk in gray; his clothes must have been fumigated with high-grade sandalwood. This occasion does not require a meddlesome person, and this play does not require too many audiences; the problem is, Zhu Tong
Not only was there no bait, there were no signs of fish competing for food under the bridge.
Although the monk in gray clothes was sitting still, he seemed to be floating in the blue halo. He did not look like a real existence, but he was actually sitting there. Zhu Tong did not dare to approach the wooden bridge at all. When he saw his
Instantly, Zhu Tong felt tremendous pressure and his spine felt chilly.
"Master, please move to the edge of the bridge for a moment and let us pass?" Huang Hai said this sentence countless times, but the gray-clothed monk remained unmoved and just lowered his eyebrows and chanted sutras.
In fact, he occupies less than one-third of the bridge deck. If he travels alone, he will have little impact on pedestrians. But Huang Hai has a heavy responsibility and does not dare to be careless in the slightest.
"Master, I am on official duty, please give way." Huang Hai finally couldn't bear it any longer and took his police officer certificate to prove his identity.
"Amitabha, it turns out he is a police officer. A poor monk is walking here, reciting a few lines of the Lotus Sutra to eliminate the boredom around him. All things in the world are lush and green, but the most intelligent and selfish people are; in the bright stars, people are just a speck of dust.
The selfish mote and the clever mote are just a mote to the universe." The monk in gray clothes opened his eyes, his slender eyes shining with soft and tender light.
Huang Hai seemed to be confused and whispered: "I don't quite understand. What's so disgusting here?"
"Look at the fish in the water. They spend their whole lives swimming, and throughout their lives, they never have time to close their eyes and rest for a while. The world in the water is full of dangers, and they are too tired. The poor monk invites them to take a rest. For the fish
It is said that it is dangerous to be in the water, and it is even more dangerous to leave the water. They do not know the way to escape and can only repeat it in a muddle-headed manner. This is disgust. I'm sorry, the poor monk has not been good at walking since he was a child. If it delays the passage of the donor, please believe that it is not my intention.
"
Zhu Tong was secretly worried. Huang Hai couldn't stand the encouragement of the eminent monks of the Kong family and was a little confused when he saw the fish under the bridge. But he didn't dare to step forward until he cracked the secret of the fish's worship. This was a question asked by others.
There was a cry of admiration from the other side of the bridge: "There are so many fish." Then I saw Taoist priest Fanxing walking onto the bridge from the other side.
"If you are looking for fish in the deep water, it is better to retreat and build a net; to stir up the soup to stop it from boiling, it is better to draw fuel from the bottom of the cauldron." Fanxing stood three steps in front of the gray-robed monk and casually threw something under the bridge, a bamboo knife half a foot long.
"Only one wave moves, and thousands of waves follow. When the coir raincoat is fishing, the golden lin is in the depths, and it has to hang down even if it is thousands of feet." The monk in gray raised his skinny eyelids and finally said a human word. The ebony fishing rod shook, and the bridge
There was a fierce sound of water below, and it soon calmed down.
Fanxing smiled indifferently: "The water is cold, the river is calm, and the eyes are full of green mountains. What is your name, Master?"
"A poor monk's fantasy." He stood up slowly with both hands on the bridge railing, beckoning the two monks on the bridge side to carry the sliding pole over and sit on it; "If you are friendly and knowledgeable, you must be Fanxing?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. Master, please let me go. Thank you very much." Fanxing waved his hand and got out of the way.
Xuan Xiang sighed "Amitabha"; turned around to look at Jingchi Xuemei and Nomura Huahai, glanced at Zhu Tong again, and sat on the sliding pole.
Zhu Tong was suddenly enlightened and secretly cursed himself for being stupid. He should have guessed the origin of the monk in gray when he saw the sliding pole.
The eminent monk of the first-grade Golden Buddha, Kong Zi, has seen Kong Ji, Kong Xue, Kong Mu, and Kong Huan. The only one who has not shown up is the master of the Wisdom Hall, the master of fantasy. It is said that he was born with a disability and cannot walk, but he is extremely smart.
The interaction between Fanxing and Xiangxiang just now was very Zen-like. The little liar couldn't do this kind of homework. Even when he heard it, he was confused. Fortunately, he could understand that Taoist Fanxing had the upper hand.
"You guys are also coming to Peach Blossom Island. Seeing the scenery is not as good as listening to the scenery. It turns out it's just that." Fan Xing stood on the bridge and greeted Huang Hai. Zhu Tong knew that he was going to get back a half-chi and half bamboo sword, so he didn't say much more and just said a few words politely.
He said something nonsense like the weather was nice, made gestures to express his gratitude, and then followed the others to leave Peach Blossom Island and return to Phoenix City.
This trip seemed peaceful, but it was not without danger. Zhu Tong only breathed out when he walked into Chen's Inn.
Everyone is hungry. Grandma Chen and Uncle Chen have prepared a sumptuous banquet. The red blood duck is indispensable, as well as the fragrant beef noodles, which Jingchi Xuemei and Ye'er like to eat the most.
In the afternoon, Jingchi Xuemi felt something and said she was tired and didn't want to go out. Everyone stayed in the inn. Nomura Hanami and Auntie Die went to find two old people to play mahjong as usual, while the young people hid in the room and played cards.
Zhu Tong played for a while, deliberately acting unfamiliar, and the good-tempered Ye'er called for a substitution, and Jingchi Xuemei was pulled in to replace him.
The little liar went back to the room and turned on the computer, poured in the DV that Duohua had taken in the morning, and watched it carefully over and over again, looking for flaws in the trick of "Lin Yuan Mu Yu". He was not an ordinary star, and he was not qualified to use the ultimate trick of pulling out the bottom of the cauldron.
Of course, he had no clue at first, and could not see the slightest flaw in the fantasy master. Those fish seemed to be deeply infected by Buddhism, and automatically swam under the bridge to worship the eminent monk. But the little liar had enough patience, and with the help of advanced DV digital camera
Although his technique was strong, he still noticed something wrong: the fluctuations in the water patterns around the fish school were very abnormal.
So, the little liar slowed down the playback speed, zoomed in and adjusted the color and angle of the last frame, and the hidden details gradually became clear.
Finally figured it out.
The Fantasy Master's "Lin Yuan Mu Fish" doesn't have any bait at all. There is one in the water... They are two little elves that drive away the fish. They seem to be spirit rats or something like that. There is a relatively closed space under the bridge.
They circle a group of fish under the water and drive them out of the water. To the naked eye, it is of course a magical sight of a school of fish.
There was a fierce battle under the bridge between Utopia's bamboo pole and Fanxing's shakuban bamboo sword. It wasn't until the shakuban bamboo sword killed a little guy that Utopia master lost and had to leave. Fanxing controlled the shakuban bamboo sword out of thin air.
The sharp fishhook of the Fantasy Master is connected with a fishing line, so you can tell whether it is high or low.