The "Living Buddha" is kind-hearted, and never charges a consultation fee for medical treatment, and everyone recites it from one to the other. Many people who have no disasters and diseases have also come from afar to kneel and beg for the blessing of the "living Buddha".

For a time, the foyer in the small temple was like a market, the incense was booming, and the new threshold that had just been made had been trampled out of a big hole in less than two months. The wood carved Buddha statue in the temple that has just been coated with gold powder has been touched to reveal the yellow wood inside.

In the first period of time, everyone in Hanquan Village was overjoyed, with such a "living Buddha" living in their own village, and what evil demons dared to come to the village to make trouble, wouldn't it be disaster-free and disease-free, and every household would be safe.

Unexpectedly, in less than two months, the family began to complain.

More and more people from all over the neighborhood came to the temple to see a doctor, and even those who suffered from headaches, brain fever, baldness, dark spots and other minor disasters and diseases came to the "living Buddha" for help, and even infertile women came to visit.

Muji monk is lacking in skills, a person can't be busy at all, even if the body is full of real qi, "healing" a person needs at least a meal time, in desperation, these patients lined up outside the small temple, waiting hard, and even at night were reluctant to leave Hanquan Village.

If the patient does not leave, the Muji monk can only keep diagnosing and treating the doctor, and Zuihou has directly become an "iron-beaten Arhat", not eating, drinking, and sleeping.

At this time, it has entered the winter, the weather is beginning to turn cold, and the food and lodging of the "sick" suddenly become a problem, and most of them began to climb relatives to find their old age, and the food and lodging were in the homes of the villagers of Hanquan Village. But you can't offend these relatives and friends too much, and you have a bad reputation for not helping you when you are in trouble.

Someone has a slightly unkind face. Immediately questioned by relatives and friends: "If other people's 'living Buddhas' can heal people without eating or drinking, can't they stay at your house for one night?"

There are many more people who have no relatives or friends to vote for. I couldn't squeeze into the small temple, so I had to wrap myself in thick clothes and quilts and shiver in the cold wind outside the small temple.

On this day, because of waiting all night in the cold, because of the worry of not being able to queue up, a stroke patient who could have lived a few more days after the age of sixtieth birthday just crossed his legs and returned to the west.

The old man surnamed Yin who died had four sons and three daughters, but the old man's four sons were hot-tempered, but in front of the old man, several young descendants who lined up to see a doctor were more energetic than the other. I don't see any symptoms.

At this moment, it was lively, and the seven people who had died of their father suddenly poured their anger on these "idlers" who had a headache and a small illness of brain fever but came to wait in line, and a fierce conflict broke out, and more than a dozen villagers were beaten in the scuffle and their noses were swollen. It was only when the Muji monk personally came out to dissuade him that the riot was stopped.

Looking at the small open space outside the small temple, the black pressure pressed the crowd, and the Muji monk shook his head and sighed.

I didn't expect that my good thought would cause such a big trouble, and if I continued like this, even if I didn't sleep for twelve hours a day, I spent it on curing diseases. It's too busy, not to mention, the more people who govern themselves, the more people come from all directions. I don't know how much trouble I can cause under the body.

The main thing is that it is impossible to cure all diseases by yourself, such as women who cannot conceive children. For example, because he was too ugly to get his wife, the guy who had been pestering him for three days. Can I still be their husband? Can I still make the ugly man more handsome?

Not far from here, the Zhou family is holding a jade pen. Slowly inject the true qi in your hand into the barrel of the pen, and then dip the tip of the pen with a little dansha. On a pale yellow rune paper, the crooked spell was carefully drawn, and on the ground, a large number of failed rune paper was thrown, and the chaotic slight spiritual power was full of the entire small room.

The crying and noisy sound outside the small temple came at this time, Shui Sheng's brows frowned slightly, and the end of the pen unconsciously used a little more force, "flutter", the rune paper suddenly burned, turning into a fireball, which burned clean in an instant, fortunately, the desktop was made of bluestone, and the aquatic production was the simplest fireball talisman, and the desktop and the room were not affected.

Shui Sheng took a few steps back, looked at the ashes on the table in a daze, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and then threw the talisman pen in his hand, let go of his divine sense, and probed outside the small temple.

The "big tree" of the Muji monk was found, originally wanted to be used to enjoy the cool, but unexpectedly, not only did not take advantage of the cold, but also attracted bursts of "cicadas", the last month or so, the Muji monk did not even have to sleep, there is no time to take care of himself, want to let him use the true qi in the body to help himself open up the meridians, always inconvenient.

If it weren't for the black tiger guarding the door, if it weren't for the aquatic life instructing his parents not to enter and leave the house casually, the Zhou family, like other villagers, would be subjected to endless "harassment".

Because Shui Sheng has never shown otherworldly strength in front of the villagers, and he wants to marry a mortal woman as his wife, the big brand of "Immortal" was completely smashed by Shui Sheng himself. In today's Hanquan Village, no one is afraid and awe-inspiring about aquatic life at all, and when it comes to aquatic life, it is just the second son of the Zhou family who cultivates immortals and raises a tiger to guard the door.

The wood-chicken monk is overflowing with kindness, and he wants to help the world and save people, can he go up and pour cold water, even if he splashes a few basins, can he listen to it?

As soon as he walked out of the house, several people dressed very differently from ordinary villagers passed by Shui Sheng, and when they saw a big tiger appear in front of them, they dodged in panic one by one, but then found that the black tiger was yawning lazily and was not interested in them, so he quickly overtook Shui Sheng and walked towards the small temple.

An old man with a goatee scolded as he walked: "This monk is also excessive, robbing us of business, if you treat some rheumatism hemiplegia or something, it is reasonable, now even headaches, brain fever, sores and boils have been cured, we still can't live, we also have a large family waiting to feed?

"It's just that I've never seen such a bastard thing, a person who cultivates immortals and cultivators, runs to mortals to stir up trouble, sell his fame and reputation, and eat enough to support himself, right?" a fat man in a brown robe with a square scarf on his head took over and scolded loudly.

After that, he glared at Shui Sheng fiercely, looking at the tone of this fat man, this person probably knew that Shui Sheng was also an outdated "immortal", and knew that the Muji monk was invited by Shui Sheng, and he was deliberately pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.

Another man in a green robe had just walked past Shui Sheng, and when he saw Shui Sheng's face was not good, he quickly followed the fat man and persuaded: "Brother Lu, let's not say a word, let's find the main thing." ”

"Bah, the toad wants to eat swan meat, relying on a few stinky money, bullying men and women, thinking that others will be afraid if they wear a single coat in winter?

The fat man was not afraid of the water at all, but scolded even more.

Of course, Shui Sheng could hear that the fat man was scolding himself, he was slightly stunned, and secretly guessed how he had offended this person, looked down at the thin black shirt on his body, it was indeed a little abrupt in this cold day, he reached out and touched his chin, but he didn't say anything, after all, people didn't scold themselves by name, and this was at their own doorstep, it was easy to teach a lesson, but the reputation didn't seem to be very good.

From their words and demeanor, it can be guessed that these people are all doctors sitting in the hall in a nearby town, and they gathered together, obviously to find trouble with the Muji monk, and prepare to "teach" this "living Buddha" who robbed the "business".

Doing good deeds can also cause great trouble, it is really surprising, Shui Sheng shook his head self-deprecatingly, thinking in his heart how to persuade the "not doing his job" Muji monk, so that he can be freed from the "sea of suffering" as soon as possible, and put his mind on helping himself open up the meridians.

At this moment, the black tiger suddenly let out a low roar, raised his head, and looked at the sky in the distance vigilantly.

More than twenty miles away in the distance, there were two people coming from Ling Feng Pilot, and judging by their speed, it seemed that they were not ordinary Qi Refining Stage cultivators.

Hanquan Village is only more than a thousand miles away from Yuding Mountain, and the people who came are only afraid that they are Yudingmen monks, and looking at the appearance of these two people coming directly to Hanquan Village, most of them are here to find themselves, Shui Sheng's heart sank, and his face suddenly looked difficult to see, could it be that Ma Yun did not send the news of his trip with the Muji monk back to Yudingmen?

Ever since Mingyi and Jiang Chun wanted to seize the treasure and kill people, Shui Sheng instinctively became bored and wary of these disciples of the Jade Ding Sect who were not familiar with them on weekdays. Fortunately, there are Black Tiger and Muji Monk here, and Shui Sheng has no fear, and the two of them are closer, and the breath on their bodies seems to be quite familiar.

There was a lot of noise outside the small temple, and the doctors who came to find trouble were already asking the Muji monk for an explanation.

"I said monk, it's reasonable for you to let people die outside your mountain gate, right? Don't think that some deceitful ghost spells can scare us, pretending not to eat or drink is a fairy? Let me tell you, if you weren't here to swagger and deceive, how could Uncle Yin die outside the temple? This matter can't be left like this, you have to give an explanation?" A middle-aged man wearing a dogskin hat and a black satin robe was sternly questioning the Muji monk.

"Amitabha, the donor's words are wrong, the little monk has never seen the side of the Yin donor, what does the death of the Yin donor have to do with the little monk?"

The middle-aged man in the black robe glared, pointed to the Muji monk who lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows, and said to the villagers: "Look, this monk is never honest. Buddhists pay attention to compassion, since this little monk wants to treat everyone, he shouldn't let everyone starve and freeze outside this temple!"

This chapter is over, to be continued, I wish you a happy reading! (To be continued......)