It is understandable if Fang Yuan deliberately made trouble and did not allow the celebration to continue, but as a temple monk who attaches great importance to this celebration, he should not do this.

For a moment, many people felt confused and couldn't figure it out.

"I tell you, I have already given money. I will burn whatever incense you like. This incense is brought by myself. If you didn't buy it in your temple, you will say there is something wrong, so I won't be fooled..." Chen Jin continued to shout, thinking that he had seen through the tricks of Fang Yuan and the old monk Baimei, with a look of pride.

"Amitabha." The old monk Baimei was compassionate and did not bother with Chen Jin. Instead, he persuaded: "Donor, come out quickly, otherwise it will be too late."

"I still want to fool me?" Chen Jin sneered immediately: "Do you think you are a three-year-old child? That's so easy...uh!"

Before Chen Jin finished speaking, he felt dark before his eyes turned black, and then he fell to the ground as if he was drunk, motionless, not knowing whether it was death or life.

"Ah!" Seeing this, everyone was shocked and naturally very panicked.

"Everyone calm down." At this moment, the old monk Baimei whispered and comforted: "Don't be afraid, and don't be anxious. As long as you leave the range covered by the smoke, there will be no problem."

That's right, but good people are inexplicably flopped, no one is afraid. For a moment, many people scattered like birds and beasts, and the farther they dodge, the better. Rich people almost have such virtues. If you haven't enjoyed enough of a good life, you will naturally be more jealous of your life than ordinary people.

Although he had been hiding far away, at this time, Xie Wanqing was also a little scared. She quietly took a few steps before she said tremblingly: "Master Fang, is that person... dead?"

"I don't know." Fang Yuan shook his head and said, "It depends on his luck."

"What luck?" Xie Wanqing was a little puzzled.

"He is obviously a gunman." Fang Yuan explained: "Someone wants to use his hand to plot against Master Daoguo or destroy the celebration of the Thousand Years Temple. So his safety depends on how much the mastermind wants to do."

"Hiss!"

In an instant, Xie Wanqing also understood the seriousness of the situation. If Fang Yuan had not reminded everyone in time and let everyone scatter aside and dodge them, I'm afraid these people might have been wiped out at the moment.

After all, after the first incense stick, others would come forward to burn incense in turn and worship them together. A group of people gathered together, and there were bunches of incense and candles inserted into the large incense burner. With the protection of other incense and candles, everyone would definitely not notice it, and it would definitely be a disaster in one go.

Thinking of this, I don’t know how many people feel grateful. The so-called people who drink water and do not forget to dig wells, many people look at Fang Yuan, with some gratitude in their eyes.

Of course, more people are speculating on Fang Yuan's background and are curious about how he saw that the danger was coming.

At this time, Monk Daoguo came over in person, feeling a little scared and extremely grateful: "Master Fang, I will never thank you for your kindness. This friendship must be remembered in my heart."

This is definitely a sincere statement and a heartfelt gratitude. After all, those who gather here are famous people in Quanzhou. No matter who happens to any accident, it will attract strong attention from the society. If such a mistake occurs, the reputation of Dehua Temple for thousands of years will definitely be destroyed. Monk Daoguo is a sinner for the ages.

"Master, don't be polite." Fang Yuan waved his hand and said, "It's urgent. Let's solve the situation in front of you first. After all, tens of thousands of believers are waiting outside for the start of the celebration, so it's impossible to delay."

"Yes!" Monk Daoguo agreed deeply, and at the same time was very embarrassed: "But how should that killing situation be solved?"

When he said this, Monk Daoguo regretted it very much: "I am ashamed. I should have heard Master Fang's advice just now and put the killing situation in the bud early..."

"It's not that Master Daoguo is. After all, no one expected that someone was so insidious and was making a fuss in the incense and candle." Fang Yuan sighed a little. If he hadn't accidentally noticed that the incense head was incorrect, he would have been subjected to a crime.

"It's indeed insidious." Monk Daoguo's expression was solemn, full of worry and anxious: "The most terrible thing is that the smoke is now like a huge poisonous miasma, completely covering the big furnace. If it cannot be cracked through external forces, then it will only take until the seven incense sticks are burned out and the smoke dissipates, and the killing situation will naturally collapse."

"But in this way, the celebration can only be interrupted." Monk Daoguo frowned and thoughtful, anxious. After all, the incense that was one foot thick in his thumb would probably burn for several hours, but the celebration is imminent now and cannot be delayed at all, otherwise, people outside should have an objection after a long time.

"It's just a few incense sticks, it's just a "miyao". Let's see how I'll kill them."

As the saying goes, there must be brave people in times of crisis. There are always a few brave people among a large group of young monks. When they saw that Monk Daoguo and others were worried, a young monk in his twenties immediately took a towel and soaked it. Then he decisively covered his mouth and nose, and rushed directly towards the large incense burner.

"Yes, why didn't I think of this trick?"

"Young people are smart and have the courage!"

For a moment, many people praised it, or in their minds, they also felt that the fragrance was just a scent. As long as they held their breath, it would be fine.

However, there are always some things in the world that are beyond common sense. The experience that everyone thinks is self-righteous is often useless. Under the attention of everyone, the young monk bravely and diligently rushed towards the big incense burner.

"Hey, it's not right."

At the right time, someone was surprised and said, "Why did he go off the wrong way?"

"It's not there." Someone corrected the matter next to him: "It's not that you can touch the steps...ah!"

In an instant, many people were stunned, and then they showed a look of horror as if they were seeing ghosts. The main reason was that after the young monk entered the range covered by smoke, he actually changed the direction of his sprint and ran to the next to the seven large incense burners, which was the steps at the entrance of the hall, and then reached out to grope.

The sharp-eyed man could see clearly that the young monk's gestures were clearly pulling out incense and crushing the incense head. These actions were all carried out towards the air, or the young monk did not have this consciousness, but others felt very shocked and strange when they saw it.

Not only that, after repeating the movement seven times, the young monk showed a complete smile on his face, and then put down the wet towel covering his mouth and nose.

"Junior brother, don't!" Someone stopped him in surprise, as if he could have predicted the outcome of the young monk.

"Abbot, it's OK, I..." The young monk turned a blind eye and looked back at the monk Daoguo, intending to perform his skills. Suddenly, a dizziness came, making him soft on the ground.

Yes, I threw myself down again. Seeing this, many people were frightened and couldn't help but take a few more steps back.

"In the mystery, there is the effect of confusing people's hearts." Monk Daoguo said bitterly, his eyebrows locked into the character Sichuan.

"Senior Brother, look." At the same time, Monk Lianshan walked over and pointed to the sky above the large incense burner and said: "The smoke intertwined like a net, which means that the murder array in the evil situation has been completely formed and is difficult to deal with."

"That's right, if you are not careful, you will fall into it." The old monk Baimei also came over and sighed: "Abbot Daoguo, you can't do this matter hastily. Otherwise, if someone gets involved, it will be troublesome."

"I know this." Monk Daoguo nodded, very helpless: "The problem is that time doesn't wait for anyone."

"Amitabha..." Others also understood the meaning of Monk Daoguo. If it was at another time, place and occasion, everyone could ignore it. When the seven incense sticks burned out, the smoke will naturally dissipate and the crisis will be eliminated.

But now, the Thousand Years of Temple Ceremony has entered the process. If you go out and tell the people who are waiting outside, the celebration will be delayed for several hours or simply not held, and no one dares to think about any troubles that will occur at that time.

In short, it is difficult to get rid of a tiger now, and it is more like a soldier who has advanced but not retreated.

"Master Fang." Monk Lianshan pondered for a while, and suddenly said, "I borrow your boil beads for you."

"Huh?" Fang Yuan was stunned. Looking at the expression of Monk Lianshan's generous deeds, he understood his plan. It turned out that he was planning to feed the tiger with his body and take the risk of breaking the evil situation.

Not only Fang Yuan understood, but also monk Daoguo knew that a hint of gratitude flashed through his eyes, and then he said with a stern look: "Junior brother, I'd better do it myself."

"Senior brother, you will host the celebration later or appease the people outside the temple. Nothing will happen." Monk Lianshan smiled and said, "I am different. It's just an idle person, so it's okay to lie for a few hours."

"There is no need to fight for the two masters, I'll try it." Fang Yuan looked left and right. The two old monks were about 150 years old. Out of the mentality of respecting the elderly and loving the young, he finally decided to go on his own.

While speaking, Fang Yuan walked slowly over, approached little by little, and then stopped at the periphery of the smoke. He looked carefully and saw that there was nothing unusual on the surface in the area covered by the smoke. In fact, the undercurrents inside floated, filled with strange and obscure atmosphere.

To be honest, Fang Yuan was still a little nervous, but he was not afraid. After calming down a little, he gently poked his arm and tried to touch the area covered by the smoke. With his keen sense of touch, he also clearly felt that it was just a line of separation, and the area was completely different from the outside.

Everything outside the area was normal, but after entering the area, Fang Yuan felt a chill of his palm, as if he had touched something cold and smooth, which made him feel a little furious and his whole body felt bad.

When Fang Yuan was about to shrink his hand, the boil beads on his wrist suddenly burst out with a bright luster, and his aura was as thick as a giant shield, easily squeezing the strange aura aside.

"There is a door!"
Chapter completed!