Reborn as a snake, creating a magic method in the real world

However, these are all follow-up ideas and cannot be realized in the short term. The Great Sage Monkey King is not in a hurry, after all, he has plenty of time.

In the mountain forest, the Great Sage Monkey King continued to preach, and the mysterious chanting sound floated among the mountains.

At this moment, the little novice monk finally ran back to the temple, breathing heavily.

Seeing his hurried expression, the other monks looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what was going on. The senior brother who was usually close to him joked: "Little junior brother, what's wrong with you? There's a ghost chasing you behind your back."

The little novice monk swallowed his saliva and said, "Senior brother! Something big happened in the back mountain. You should hurry up and take a look."

"A monkey was chanting sutras there, and there were so many animals gathered around it. It was really scary."

As the little novice monk spoke, he stretched out his hands and gestured.

Hearing what the little novice monk said, everyone looked helpless, "Amitabha, little junior brother, why didn't you wake up from sleep this morning? What nonsense are you talking about here?"

"Monks don't lie. Junior brother, if master hears what you said, he will definitely punish you to copy Buddhist scriptures."

The little novice monk was on the verge of tears, "Why don't you believe what I say? There is really a monkey chanting sutras and preaching in the back mountain. If you don't believe it, come and see it with me."

As he said that, he pulled on the clothes of one of the senior brothers, trying to get him to join him.

The senior brothers shook their heads and said, "Stop making trouble, we have to do morning classes. How can we have this free time? Do you really want to be punished by Master to copy scriptures?"

Unable to withstand the little novice's repeated requests, a kind-faced monk slowly stood up and said, "That's alright, I'll just go with you this time."

The monk and the young novice walked out and passed by the hall outside. They saw white smoke curling up from the incense burner, and there was actually a faint purple air surrounding it, filling the surroundings of the temple like a hazy veil.

People can't help but think of a famous ancient poem, "The sun shines on the incense burner and the purple smoke comes out." This is the scene now.

The little novice monk couldn't help but mutter to himself, "What is this? Why is there purple smoke?"

When the two went out, they discovered that the purple mist outside was thicker. The morning sun fell among the grass and trees, bringing vitality. In the vast glow, Ziwu condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This is the first time I've seen fog of this color."

"The top of Huashan Mountain is covered with clouds and fog all year round, but this color fog will never happen again."

Many people in the temple noticed Ziwu and couldn't help but exclaimed, but no one took it to heart.

Huashan Mountain has a high altitude and a large temperature difference. The temple is located close to the top of the mountain. It is often filled with clouds and mist throughout the four seasons, forming a changing sea of ​​clouds, which can be regarded as a local scene.

But what they didn't know was that this purple mist didn't just appear on the top of the mountain, it even appeared at the bottom of the mountain!

The purple mist is rich, like a waterfall falling from the sky, converging into a special river, dotted among the mountains. The mountains are winding and the mountains are stacked, which complement the purple mist.

"Am I right? Why is this mist purple?"

The tourists couldn't help but rub their eyes, thinking they were seeing things, and looked a little confused.

Looking around, purple mist surged. It was clear that everything was fine just now, but in a moment, the surrounding scenes were all covered by purple mist, and the outline of the mountain became blurred.

Many tourists are attracted by this dreamy scenery, as if they are in a beautiful palace, giving them an unrealistic feeling.

"I heard before that Huashan Mountain is beautiful with clouds and mist, but I didn't expect it to be so spectacular. It's really amazing."

"The mist is actually purple. This is the first time I have seen this color in my entire life."

"This trip to Huashan is indeed not in vain. Hurry up and take a photo to commemorate it."

The tourists were so excited that they exclaimed in admiration, and many quickly took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

On the other side, those residents who lived near Huashan and came to exercise showed doubts.

"I have lived here for decades, and I have never seen fog that can reach the foot of the mountain. Is it really strange?"

"Purple mist? It's fake. How could it be this color?"

Compared with the excitement and excitement of these tourists, the nearby residents felt very confused.

Huashan Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the purple mist is so vast that even the nearby sky is affected.

A plane was traveling in this area and fell into the purple ocean in the blink of an eye. The originally white wings were stained with a faint purple.

"Call ground command!"

"Due to heavy fog, flight AF999 requested the headquarters to direct the landing!"

Accompanied by a huge roar, Flight AF999 flew through the clouds. According to the original plan, the destination should be Huashan Airport, but the sudden fog forced them to change their strategy.

"Zizzi-"

Accompanied by a harsh sound of electricity, there was a response from the command center soon.

I don't know if it was affected by the fog, but the sound was extremely vague and intermittent.

"Ground - received by command."

"Flight AF999 - heavy fog - extended to the next city - landing."

The two captains and deputy captains looked at each other, looking a little confused. You must know that as a dedicated aviation communication, this kind of signal is transmitted at extremely strong frequencies. Over the years, there has never been an intermittent situation.

However, they didn't think too much about it and just regarded it as the influence of this special weather.

The first officer asked the flight attendant to notify the passengers.

"Xiao Li, make a announcement. Due to special weather conditions, the plane cannot land. The plane will land at the backup airport in the next city."

After the announcement was made, there was a moment of commotion among the passengers.

"Isn't this a delay? I'm still in a hurry."

"There is nothing we can do. The weather is uncontrollable. If we land rashly, it will easily lead to danger."

The passengers were talking a lot, but most people could still understand.

"Look outside quickly."

Only an exclamation was heard, and all the passengers looked out the window.

Viewed from their height, the vast Huashan Mountains were completely shrouded in purple mist, as if covered with a mysterious veil.

Under the sunlight, the purple mist refracts dazzling light, stretching for thousands of miles as far as the eye can see. Occasionally, a little green mountain top appears, as if floating in the air, making it more and more beautiful.

"Oh my God, this is so amazing."

"What a spectacular view."

Passengers on the plane were shocked by the scene in front of them, and they all took out their mobile phones to take pictures of the scene.

In the cab at the front, the captain frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

He has flown this flight countless times. Although there is often fog, he has never seen such a thick purple fog, which even affects the landing of the plane.

Looking at the purple mist spreading below, the captain frowned and said, "Raise the plane to a higher altitude."

The first officer nodded and was about to operate.