Fang Yuan was no longer surprised to detect the existence of a huge aura in the hall. After all, when he was in Quanzhou, he often went to Kaiyuan Temple or Tianhou Temple to watch people hold Dharma meetings.

Strictly speaking, no matter what kind of Dharma Assembly it is or what kind of process or form it is, there is basically no difference in the essence of the Dharma Assembly. It drives away the negative forces of darkness and makes people feel the light and beauty.

The same is true for the Dharma Assembly hosted by Taoist Master Yaoye. Through Haoran's aura, he quietly nourishes the body and mind of every believer who burns incense and worships in the hall, and makes them really benefit.

This is why every believer who finished worshiping couldn't help but smile happily, accepted the Taoist's guidance with a relaxed mood, and left the hall without dragging on it.

"Dingdong!"

When Fang Yuan was inspecting the situation in the hall, he suddenly heard the emperor ringtone sluggish slightly. Although it recovered quickly, there was a delay of one second, causing a fluctuation in the huge aura field.

Outsiders have no feeling at all, but they can't hide it from Fang Yuan, Xiong Mao, and Gu Yue Jushi.

At the right time, a smile appeared on Mr. Gu Yue's face and nodded gently to Taoist Master Yaoye. Obviously, he knew in his heart that it was because of his appearance that it naturally affected Taoist Master Yaoye's mind and made him make a slight mistake.

Master Yao Ye made up for it in time and smiled friendlyly at Mr. Gu Yue, but he also knew that now was not the time to reminisce about the past, and he continued to concentrate on presidency of the Dharma Assembly.

Taking advantage of this gap, Mr. Gu Yue also whispered: "Everyone, let's make a blessing."

This is a proper meaning, and others will definitely not object. However, when burning incense, Fang Yuan keenly noticed that the aura in the hall seemed to have become more profound, like a wild horse running away from its reins.

The huge aura was hovering, making Fang Yuan feel very peaceful. He didn't need to look much, just knowing that this was the guidance of Taoist Master Yaoye, which made the aura in the palace condense and explode.

"Is this a benefit for my colleagues?" Fang Yuan smiled in his heart and respectfully burned incense and made a wish.

After a set of procedures, everyone tacitly did not communicate, but when the process ended, the aura in the hall slowly slowed down and returned to the peaceful state just now.

From this we can see the treatment of connections. Mr. Gu Yue and Master Yao Ye met him, so there was no need for Mr. Gu Yue to speak. He took the initiative to take care of him. In China, which emphasizes human relationships, there is still a big difference.

After the process ended, another wave of people walked in outside the hall again. Fang Yuan and others were also sensible and naturally left the hall and walked out. At the same time, a long bell rang, as if to say goodbye to them...

The bells from the hall were very loud. The sound waves fluttered directly from the hall, and the sound spread for ten miles. It was clearly heard, and the lingering sound was curling, falling from the mountains everywhere. A group of birds fluttered across the sky, and the thick smoke filled the air, like a sea of ​​clouds, rising and falling, ethereal and uncertain...

Birds, smoke, clouds, vast mountains, gorgeous palaces, and the sound of people are buzzing. The world is full of people, and the three thousand worries are washed by the bells, and most of them disappear in an instant.

At this moment, Fang Yuan's steps stopped and his body stopped, as if he had some insights. But after thinking about it carefully, he seemed to have not realized anything. This mysterious feeling can only be understood but not expressed in words.

After savoring for a moment, Fang Yuan suddenly burst into laughter and felt that he was a little stubborn. He is not a Taoist monk who became a monk and practices. It doesn’t matter whether he or she understands it or not. Why bother to think too much and make him feel uncomfortable?

In an instant, Fang Yuan suddenly realized and wanted to catch up with the queue of Gu Yue and others, but suddenly felt something seemed to be wrong.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yuan frowned slightly, and subconsciously looked around. The Taoist priests who were leading the way, the believers who kept flowing, everything was as usual, and nothing was wrong.

After patrolling for a while, Fang Yuan shook his head gently, feeling that he was too concerned. He was about to move forward, and then the loud bell sounded from the hall, which was vast and rippling like waves.

The bell sounded like waves, with the hall as the center, quietly sweeping around. Fang Yuan saw it very clearly. After layer by layer of invisible aura swept past, the people, mountains, stones, flowers, plants and trees in the aura were all affected, and they had a "resonance" that seemed to exist or not.

This aura "resonance" is very weak, but it accumulates in small amounts. Especially under the support of thousands of believers, the aura "resonance" of the aura is also fed back into the sound waves, and then a superposition effect is produced. In other words, the huge aura of the hall is actually the result of everyone uniting.

People's hearts are like iron, creating a torrent. In this torrent, no matter whether it is a person or a thing, it cannot be free from the influence.

However, at this time, Fang Yuan was surprised to find that there was a small area in the corner outside the hall, which seemed to be unaffected by the aura and still maintained a high state. In that case, it was like the waves of the sea, surging waves against the shore, and magnificent, but it could not do anything to the solid dam.

Of course, because Zixiao Palace is too lively, a group of Taoist priests with Taoism are helping to preside over the Dharma Assembly, and most of the believers are ignorant ordinary people, so naturally no one noticed this special abnormal situation.

"What's going on?" Fang Yuan was a little curious and couldn't help but look at it. At first glance, he was even more surprised to find that there was a person hidden in that corner area.

A man wearing a thick windbreaker, with a very bloated figure, hiding sneakily in the corner of the hall. Fang Yuan saw a smile on his face, then his heart moved, raised his footsteps, but his body turned and walked over quietly.

As he approached, Fang Yuan could see clearly, and saw the man leaning forward and hiding in the corner outside the hall. Maybe he was too tired to stand, so he even prepared a small stool and squatted in it. The small stool was undoubtedly the old tortoise shell.

Fang Yuan's eyes flashed over the tortoise shell, his eyes suddenly flashed, and then he walked around the man's back and chuckled, "You are so intriguing. Instead of going into the hall to burn incense, you are here to see the scenery."

In an instant, the man's whole body trembled and froze for a few seconds before he slowly turned around to observe the situation. After seeing Fang Yuan, his face clearly showed a look of relief.

"...I'm tired of standing, sit down and rest for a while."

The man explained with a smile, but did not recognize Fang Yuan. This is not surprising. After all, he set up a street stall with dozens or hundreds of passengers a day. He could not remember them one by one. If he really had such a strong memory, he would not have made a living by setting up a stall.

Fang Yuan also understood this truth, so he didn't expose it. Instead, he smiled and said, "Yes, I'm tired too. I want to come over to smoke a cigarette to relieve fatigue and breathe through it."

While speaking, Fang Yuan squatted down, without shyness, but looked at the tortoise shell under the man's butt with interest.

The man noticed it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed and said in surprise: "It's you..."

He still had some impression of what happened yesterday. Besides, whether it was Zhang Yaoyun's beauty or the failure to sell tortoise shells, he left a deep memory. In this case, it was not uncommon to think of Fang Yuan.

"Hmm?" Fang Yuan raised his head and smiled: "Oh, it turns out it's you, boss, it's just a coincidence."

"Uh, coincidence... it's coincidence." The man suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, Fang Yuan asked with a smile: "Boss, aren't you setting up a stall near Taihe Palace? Have you moved your position today?"

"Ahem..." The man's face turned bitter, and he realized what this place was and what situation he was in. He shouldn't have made a statement, so he went into the village quietly and didn't want to shoot. Now that there is a variable like Fang Yuan, it's also a problem.

Before the person could answer, Fang Yuan kindly explained: "Do you think this place is lively, so you plan to open it here?"

"...Yes, yes, you guessed it right." The man could only nod.

"What about your stall? Come and put it out quickly." Fang Yuan smiled and said, "To be honest, I also took a fancy to something on your stall yesterday, but there was an urgent matter at that time, so I left first. After I went back, I regretted it. I also wanted to wait to go up the mountain to find you. I didn't expect to meet you here, so I won't be able to run to Taihe Palace again."

"This stall..." The man hesitated, his eyes flashed, and he didn't know how to respond. However, he observed his face and suddenly noticed Fang Yuan's gaze, as if he was looking at him...

"Stupid, why did you forget it?" The man wanted to knock on his head. Isn't that the thing Fang Yuan was interested in? Isn't that the tortoise shell he was sitting on? What's there to make things difficult for him?

Thinking of this, the man hurriedly pulled out the tortoise shell and smiled and said, "Brother, are you talking about this thing?"

"Yes, that's it." Fang Yuan nodded directly and said with a smile: "This thick tortoise shell is relatively rare. I plan to buy it back and ask someone to process and carve it. It must be a good ornament."

"Brother has a vision." The man praised: "This tortoise shell has a solid texture and is indeed a good material for carving ornaments."

"Yes, that's why I want to buy it." Fang Yuan smiled slightly: "By the way, you said yesterday, how much does this tortoise shell cost? It seems to be three hundred, right?"

"How can... cough cough." The man wanted to deny it, and suddenly thought of the place and environment again, so he was not allowed to bargain. He said suddenly: "Brother, you like you, everyone is destined to be destined to do so, and three hundred will make friends."

"Thank you then." Fang Yuan smiled and handed over the prepared 300 yuan, then stood up with the tortoise shell, and then left leisurely.

Looking at Fang Yuan's figure as he was leaving, the stall owner suddenly slapped his forehead and cursed in a low voice: "This bastard is clearly taking advantage of the situation to rob."

If Fang Yuan could hear the stall owner's voice, he would definitely reply, he was already very kind, at least he gave money.
Chapter completed!