Bai Ling looked confused and said: "Uncle, what did he mean?"

Luo Qingzhou whispered: "He said that you often waste flowers. As long as you become a nun, no one will waste flowers anymore, and the flowers in the world will bloom more and more lushly. In short, he said

You are the flower picker."

Bailington was so angry that his nose broke.

Luo Qingzhou supported Miss Qin, walked over, looked at the boy and said, "Senior, is Master Wukong? If I can save my fiancée, I am willing to write down the Heart Sutra and at the same time fast and recite Buddha's name for three years."

Miss Qin Er in his arms turned to look at him.

The boy said in a vicissitudes of voice: "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Mr. Luo. I'm not a Buddha, so how can I bring people back to life? Your lady's oil has run out, her body and soul are withered, and the poor monk is powerless."

When Luo Qingzhou heard this, all the hopes he held in his heart suddenly sank and turned into nothing.

The boy added: "Although the poor monk is powerless, there is a way that may be able to save him. However, if he wants to do it, I'm afraid it will be very difficult."

As soon as these words came out, Luo Qingzhou said quickly: "Master, please speak!"

The boy said: "The body and soul need to be saved separately. A strong martial arts practitioner and a strong soul cultivator are needed to re-open the acupoints of her body and soul, inject vitality, and slowly nourish them. This process requires

Step by step, step by step, because her body and soul are too weak, she can only be nourished and awakened slowly, not too hastily. It may take as short as two years, or as long as more than ten years, and she may be cured."

Luo Qingzhou's heart sank and he said: "But her current body is probably..."

The boy stretched out his palm, and a seed-like object with golden light flew up from his palm and flew in front of him, saying: "This is my most precious Buddhist relic, put it into a sachet and hang it on the bedside, or

I'm taking it with me. The poor monk also has a medicine list here. I don't know if some of the medicines on it are still available. If Mr. Luo can find it, let her take it three times a month. With the nourishment of this Buddha's light relic, maybe she can

Just a few more years."

As he spoke, a medicine list flew out of his palm.

Luo Qingzhou quickly took over and thanked him.

The boy added: "There are medicinal materials written on the front, and methods of casting spells and cures on the back. Mr. Luo, what the poor monk said is difficult. It's not that the medicinal materials and treatment methods are difficult, but that we need to find a strong martial artist and a strong soul cultivator.

It is very difficult. Those who are strong in martial arts must at least be close to the realm of the Martial God, while those who are strong in soul cultivation must be in the realm of the Yang God. Only in this way can it be effective."

"God of War? God of Yang?"

Luo Qingzhou frowned and said: "Master, is there such a master in this world?"

The boy was silent for a moment and said: "Of course there are, but... it's hard to find, and it's even harder for them to help. This kind of life-changing treatment method will aggravate their thunder tribulation and bottleneck difficulty. For that level

For a master, the first-line difficulty may be fatal."

Luo Qingzhou looked at the Buddha's Light Relic and the medicine list in his hand and fell into deep thought.

The boy closed his eyes and said in an authentic voice: "Master Luo, there is no need to leave the remaining half of the Heart Sutra. After all, the poor monk didn't help much."

Luo Qingzhou's heart was heavy, and when he saw that he had closed his eyes and was speechless, he lowered his head to thank her again, supported Miss Qin, and walked towards the door.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes again and said, "Mr. Luo, actually there is hope for you."

Luo Qingzhou turned around and looked at him.

The boy didn't speak anymore and closed his eyes again.

Miss Qin looked at him.
Chapter completed!