Late at night, it was pitch black and there was no sight of five fingers.

The Mid-mountain villa built by Baochai of Jiming Temple is brightly lit.

Seven or eight first-class masters were meditating in the villa and meditating. Inside, there were a few old monks saying something with a young man.

"Little donor, I wonder how Miss Xue was injured?"

The face of Zen Master Cun was full of sorrow. This hurt he had never seen before. It seemed ordinary, but there was a feminine force that constantly squeezed Baochai's will to survive.

"It was injured by a man named "Ghost Eagle". Master Jien also died at his hands. I escaped by chance because I was far enough."

"Well... it's far enough..."

Master Zen De seemed to react very slowly and had to chew a word for a long time.

"Oh, I'm old. The good healing medicine left by Master Zhitong in our temple has been taken to Donor Xue. Now it's all up to God's will!"

He is just a first-class expert.

If you haven't escaped from the ordinary, there is no way to do this kind of injury.

There is no internal injury or external injury. This should be an injury between soul damage and mental damage. It is not something that a first-class expert can solve with pills.

"Amitabha, abbot, are you thinking of a solution! Donor Xue must not be in trouble!"

Liu Xianglian was not anxious yet, and the abbot's assistant was anxious first.

"Walk in Zen, don't be impatient!"

"Senior Brother Chande, Master Xue, if you have something to do, the thousands of monks in our temple can only drink the northwest wind with their bodies in winter! You don't think so, mobilize our fellow practitioners! This is a big deal that concerns our Jiming Temple for thousands of years of life and death!

! ""

The abbot's assistant didn't spoil the abbot at all. They were all first-class experts. How old is he younger?

"Is it so serious?"

The Zen Master narrowed his eyes and suddenly opened.

"Of course, you always meditate and understand Buddhism every day! If you are not a good person, you don't know that the cost of firewood and rice is expensive. We spent nearly 70% of the money for the joint money of Master Zhitong, and we also gave the disciples this year's expenses to help our family.

Now I’m pointing at the heart of Miss Xue to help us survive the winter.

Now Miss Xue has a few things, so I can’t get this family anymore!”

As Zen Xing said that, he was about to give up and quit. Zen De quickly stopped him: "Junior brother, I know it's not easy for you, so I've worked hard for Jiming Temple. The senior brother has no choice, which does not mean that Master Huikong has no choice! Yuantong, go and pick Hui up

Master Kong invited him."

The joint money paid by Jiming Temple is the protection fee for Master Zhitong.

Master Zhitong wants to make his good name popular all over the world. If he has no money, how can he make it?

So he carried out such a mutually beneficial activity with many temples with financial resources.

"Yes, Huikong! Master Zhitong is a master of the master level, so there must be a way."

Liu Xianglian was now anxious like an ant on a hot pan. For the first time, he felt that he was so powerless.

"Kobayashi...Kobayashi!"

Liu Xianglian was shocked, Baochai woke up?

"I'm here! I'm here!"

Liu Xianglian hurried to the couch, but found that Baochai was still in a coma.

"Little donor, Miss Xue, is deeply confused and needs healing now! He will not wake up in a short period of time, but the little donor seems to have a good relationship with Miss Xue. I wonder if the little donor is willing to save Miss Xue?"

"Master Zen De, just say whatever you want! Don't be careless with me anymore."

"Young Master Liu, as long as you are willing to tell me the truth about the Ghost Eagle coming to my Jiming Temple to commit the crime, I may have a way to resolve Miss Xue's disaster."

Mr. Liu?

This old monk knows his background.

"Master Zen De, do you mean that the Ghost Eagle was my instructions?"

"No, although the young master is the son of Yanyun Marquis and can inherit the bloodline of Yanyun Marquis, he cannot inherit the subordinates of Yanyun Marquis! Especially the rebellious Ghost Eagle."

"What do you mean?"

"Amitabha, the Zen Abbot means that the person who tied the bell must be untied! Since Miss Xue was injured by the ghost eagle, and Young Master Liu can escape untied in front of the ghost eagle, I think he is still thinking about the love of Anxi Hou.

noodle."

"Zen Master Huikong, you are here! Please see the injury of this woman."

Zen De let go of his position, Huikong stepped forward a few steps, and took a breath of cold air when he saw it.

"This is evil spirit, which can stimulate people's minds!"

"Evil ghosts and evil spirits?"

"My master Zhitong once treated a general attacked by a ghost eagle in Jining Prefecture. I was fortunate to see this! This poison is the most fierce and stubborn, and can make people's minds change their minds! Today, we can solve this problem.

I’m afraid that besides Guiying himself, only my master, Master Zhitong!”

"Master Zhitong? Wherever he is, I will find him. No matter what he wants, I will give him! Miss Bao's family is rich and will definitely reward the master."

Huikong pretended to be angry and said, "Where is Donor Liu saying this? My master is the most helpful to the poor and the needy. In order to save Donor Liu, the Great Refuge Pills that have been refined for several years have been taken over by Donor Liu. Now

What is the reason for using something stinking to defile my teacher?"

Liu Xianglian really doesn’t know that he has eaten Master Zhitong’s Great Refuge Pill.

Moreover, he didn't know that this great return elixir was not the other great return elixir, and he cherished countless times more than the Shaolin great return elixir that could increase his skills in his impression.

But in the end, I received favor from others and bowed and bowed to my husband and said, "Master Huikong misunderstood. I am just too worried about my friends. As far as I know, there are no less than ten thousand people who rely on Miss Bao to make a living. It is better to save a life.

The seventh-level pagoda was built, and the saving of Miss Bao also saved the livelihood of the people.

The master has great merits, but he is not talented. He is willing to establish a golden body for Master Zhitong!"

"really?"

Huikong said happily when he heard this.

Master Zhitong’s Taoism is to make a name for itself and to believe in it. To establish a golden body of two feet requires huge financial resources, but you also need to have a place and connections. Otherwise, where do you build it?

"Sincere, I have admired Master Zhitong for a long time. Even Master Huikong, I have admired you for a long time! I have no basis in saying that, please follow me."

"oh?"

Huikong followed Liu Xianglian in confusion, not knowing what Liu Xianglian wanted to do, she was both curious and confused.

He has seen many flatteries from Master Zhitong, and there are also people who flatter him and his senior brother.

But Liu Xianglian was the first to be so serious.

Liu Xianglian took a brush and said, "Please blindfold my eyes by Master Huikong!"

"good!"

Huikong had some speculations in his heart, but he still had to see it as a truth!

He acted according to his plan and covered Liu Xianglian's eyes tightly with three layers inside and three layers outside.

"Donor Liu, please!?"

Alas!

Liu Xianglian's brush is like flying, and a dragon and snake stroke is like a stroke.

The pen and shadows flew on the drawing paper, and the monks around him, including Master Huikong, had a bigger mouth as they grew.

"Miracle, miracle!"

Master Huikong murmured and praised.

A Buddha who is nine-point similar to Master Huikong, with a merciful look on his face, appeared on the drawing paper with a slight look on his face.

"Master Huikong, since you learned about your deeds, you have always admired me very much. Every minute and every second of your expression is reflected in my mind. I am your loyal believer!"

"What is my deed? What is my deed?"

Monk Huikong was very curious. He and Huichan were basically tools used by Master Zhitong to pretend. He was even a thief with extremely clever methods before becoming a monk.

Could this kid be talking about his past deeds?

"Master Huikong, every time he talks with Master Zhitong about Buddhism and Taoism, he is not arrogant or impatient, and is willing to be down to the green leaves. The world's vision cannot be shaken in the slightest praise and criticism. For decades, can't such a mind and cultivation make people unable to make people

Moving?

Anyone who doesn’t admire the character of the Master, I suspect he is Hell Shura.”

Liu Xianglian took apart the black cloth covered with her eyes and looked at Huikong with admiration.

As the saying goes, wear everything without flattery.

What's more, this kind of empirical flattery?

"Okay, okay! Master Liu, you are really a good believer in my Buddhism. If you have plans to become a monk in the future, you will definitely come to my White Horse Temple!"
To be continued...