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Although the appearance of the temple may seem a little strange, there is nothing special about the temple itself, Mr. Lu said, it looks similar to the old houses in the village, but it is older, and the architectural features seem to be from before the Ming Dynasty.

Listening to the stretcher bearer, this temple used to be dedicated to the god of the land, so it doesn't feel anything from a distance, but it is actually pitifully small up close, if it is not specially pointed out by the villagers, it will be thought to be just a public toilet in the mountain at a glance.

There were no monks in such a small temple, only a beggar dressed in rags and smelling of pickled cucumbers.

When he saw this beggar at a glance, Lu Youkun regretted it a little, because the beggar didn't look very old.

At most, he is forty years old, and if he doesn't lose his hair, he will be in his thirties just by looking at his face. At this age, being a 'miracle doctor' is really a bit insecure. Too young means too little experience, and too little experience means that there is no way to have a good medical treatment. After all, it's a job that needs to be slowly accumulated over a long period of clinical practice to form some kind of credibility guarantee.

Therefore, in the years when Lu Youkun sought medical treatment everywhere, none of the doctors who treated him were less than 55 years old.

Therefore, with an immediate intuition, Lu Youkun realized that he may have stepped into a trap out of desperation, and was coaxed by these people to blackmail him under the guise of treatment.

Isn't that a clear attempt to make a fortune on the dead?

At that time, the more Lu Youkun thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, but he didn't dare to speak out, so he could only be carried into the temple by a group of people, and then placed him on the incense table where the tribute candles should have been placed.

Knowing that it was too late, Lu Youkun simply closed his eyes and let it go, to see what kind of tricks this group of people wanted to do to themselves. Unexpectedly, the men then left, and only he and the beggar were left in the small temple, and the beggar did not pretend to ask for a doctor, and the second did not talk about any questions about the cost of treatment, but only stood beside him for a while, and then while nibbling on half a rotten apple, he said thoughtfully: "Actually, don't worry, if you live in such a place where you are a monk, you can be regarded as half a monk, and there is nothing to make people feel tempted by such things as money." ”

Immediately after, he smiled at Lu Youkun, who opened his eyes, and said again: "Actually, you really thought it was right, a large part of the reason for your illness was that you were confused at the beginning and planted a bad cause for yourself." It's said that it's good to get together and disperse, why do you want to quietly make yourself so ugly for that money?"

For Lu Youkun, these words were undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

When he divorced his first wife, he did a very ugly thing because he was confused, that is, he transferred most of his assets in advance. So it is clear that the family property is divided in half, but in fact, the money distributed to his ex-wife is very little. And his ex-wife was very emotionally stimulated because of her poor health, so she was disheartened, so even if she understood that he was tired of playing, she didn't care about him at all. So after all these years, almost even he himself almost forgot about this disgraceful thing, until he was reminded by this beggar of a word, and then he remembered it.

But no one knows about that except for God knows it, no one knows about it, in this case, how could this beggar who has been living in seclusion in the mountains of Jinhua Village for many years know?

With this confusion, Lu Youkun didn't dare to continue to look down on this beggar, but waited for a long time, seeing that he didn't seem to have any intention of treating him, so he couldn't help but ask him, "Master, they all say that you are a miracle doctor who cures all diseases, I don't know if you can still cure my disease after you see it." ”

The beggar smiled at him and said something that made Lu Youkun fall to the bottom in an instant: "Nonsense, terminal cancer, it's strange if it can be cured, and I'm not a doctor." ”

Since it can't be cured, why is it called a cure-all?

Lu Youkun smiled secretly, he really fell into the trap.

However, the trap was not set by others, but by his own desire to survive. Think about it, you also know that even if you are as great as Steve Jobs, you can't escape the clutches of cancer in the end, not to mention that you are just a mortal, how can you hope for luck. It should not be attached to the superstition of the old woman in the mountain village.

Perhaps, this beggar has some means to deal with some minor ailments, and may also understand some psychology, through his subtle observation of himself, so he roughly guessed some possibilities in his life, and then guided his psychological balance to his side. And he began to believe easily, believing that he could really meet an extraordinary god in such an ordinary mountain, and he could save people from terminal illness. This is really carried away by the fear of death.

Thinking of this, half discouraged and half discouraged, Lu Youkun only felt an unbearable sharp pain roaring all over his body.

The pain was so painful that his liver and intestines were broken, and then a mouthful of salty fish squirted out of his mouth, his eyes turned black, and he quickly fainted.

When he woke up, Lu Youkun thought he was dead.

Because it's been a long time, he hasn't felt so good about his body.

It is so good that if there is heaven on earth, he must be in heaven right now. But then he found that he was still in the broken temple, and he was still lying on the tattered incense case in the broken temple.

Not far from him, the bald monk was still gnawing on half of the rotten apple in his hand, if it weren't for the original night turning into day, Lu Youkun would have delusionally felt that he was only unconscious for a few seconds. It's just that somehow, the beggar looks wet all over at this time, as if he has just been drenched in a heavy rain, so the smell of pickled cucumbers on his body is even stronger, accompanied by heavy moisture, almost disgusting.

Seeing Lu Youkun open his eyes, the beggar immediately smiled and approached him, looking him up and down.

Then he asked, "Did you sleep well, does your stomach still hurt?"

Every time Lu Youkun had tumor pain, he was accompanied by severe paroxysmal epigastric cramps.

But when the beggar asked him, he realized that the reason why he felt as comfortable as heaven when he woke up was because the pain that had been haunting him for countless days had suddenly disappeared completely.

In the past, there was only a distinction between severity and severity, but it disappeared completely and completely like this, and it had never been since he started to have tumor pain.

So I couldn't help but be stunned, and it took a while to remember that the beggar was asking him, so I nodded to him hurriedly.

"So there is no cure for your disease," the beggar said with a smile on his face, and two flowers bloomed around the corners of his eyes: "But if you find a way to discuss with it and ask it to move somewhere, I think it is still possible." ”

"Where are you going?" I couldn't help but ask immediately.

Lu Youkun shook his head at me with a little pity: "I don't know, I asked, but he didn't answer." However, since the disease can really be cured by him, then the answer is not so important, don't you say? ”

"So you were in a coma in that temple for a night, and the cancer was cured??"

Not only was he cured, but the beggar didn't take a penny. Speaking of this, Lu Youkun looked at Xuan Yin, who was listening quietly, and took out a thick red envelope from his bag with a smile: "Speaking of which, little monk, you have to accept this donation no matter what, if it weren't for your talisman and the blessing of the Bodhisattva, it would be difficult to guarantee that you would meet that living immortal." Originally, I didn't know which temple to go to to make a wish, but who knew that as soon as I came back, I coincidentally, and I could meet the two of them, and I couldn't help but say that it was a god-given fate. ”

The monk still didn't say anything, as if he was still immersed in the surprise of Lu Youkun's story like me.

However, when the money arrived in front of him, he received it quite neatly, and then he still didn't say anything, only folded his hands and smiled at Lu Youkun, and then carefully stuffed the thick stack of banknotes into his backpack.

I couldn't have been so silent anyway.

So when he saw that Lu Youkun didn't continue to say anything, he hurriedly asked again: "But, are you sure about Old Lu? That's ...... Are you sure you're really cured??" "The cancer can be cured in one night, if it weren't for the fairy arts, then he must have been given some kind of particularly powerful analgesic, or ecstasy. As a materialist, I have seen a lot of deception in the world, and I am naturally more inclined to the latter. But I'm afraid that saying it too bluntly will make people unhappy, so I can only express it as tactfully as possible.

Lao Lu had an expression of 'I knew you would ask that', and then smiled and took out a large stack of papers from her bag and handed it to me: "Do you think I didn't suspect it? When I woke up from a coma overnight, the cancer cells all over my body disappeared, and if I wanted to say it, I would definitely be thought that I was mentally ill." So in fact, at first, I couldn't believe it at all, thinking that they didn't give me local anesthesia or something, so as soon as I left Jinhuashan, I immediately went to the nearest tertiary hospital and did a full set of examinations. Look, that's the result of the inspection. ”

When he said this, his face turned red, his hands trembled a little, and he was obviously in an extremely high mood.

This is not surprising. When I took the inspection reports and read them from beginning to end, I felt that if I were replaced, I was afraid that this big fall would immediately drive me crazy.

The cancer cells are literally all gone. If it weren't for the fact that the cancer had metastasized elsewhere, it would have been a mistake in the initial diagnosis. However, since it is transferred to all parts of the body, the chance of making a mistake is equal to zero.

But how can cancer cells that have already begun to spread completely disappear overnight?

If all this is not a play written and directed by Lu Youkun, it is definitely a big news that is enough to detonate the whole society. And even if it's fake, everything from beginning to end is actually just a play written and directed by him, it doesn't matter, it can still be amplified into a big social news.

The thought made me excited for a while, and my heart beat faster.

But I can't let Lao Lu see it, lest the entrepreneur will regret revealing everything to me and refuse to accept my follow-up interview.

So quietly, I first proposed to take a group photo of the three of us in the name of fate.

Lao Lu agreed and was extremely positive.

This renewed joy and light is simply more dazzling than the sun of the day.

But Hyun Yin refused.

I thought that a young and beautiful 'monk' like him, who grasped business opportunities everywhere, would definitely not miss such a good publicity opportunity. Besides, taking pictures is not a big deal. But he was as quiet as when he heard Lao Lu talk about his experience, smiled, stood aside with his back to us, and said lightly: "Monks are not allowed to take pictures. ”

This excuse is also too far-fetched, there are big monks who take selfies or are photographed everywhere on Weibo, and they are all real monks from the Zheng'er Bajing Temple. Who says monks can't take pictures?

But since he said so, naturally it is not easy to force it, and besides, this photo was originally only taken for Lao Lu.

So happily took a photo with Lao Lu, and then saw that Lao Lu's complexion was becoming more and more ruddy, so he asked him if he could take me up the mountain to see, one to visit the ancient temple that had never appeared in the tourist brochure, and the other to see with his own eyes what the living fairy looked like.

As expected, Lu Youkun rejected me with some hesitation.

He said that he deliberately went back to Jinhua Village today, originally to go to the mountain to express his gratitude to the living immortal, but maybe he went out to wander or something, the temple door was locked, so he couldn't see him.

Besides, even if I was in the temple, he couldn't take me to see him, because although this living immortal looked like a beggar, he heard from the people in the village that he was originally a Taoist priest. Even if he has lived in this village with him for decades, the locals do not dare to enter the temple without anything to disturb his further education. So when he took Lao Lu up the mountain, the people in the village took special care of him, but this was an exception to save his life, and it stands to reason that he would not bring outsiders to see the living immortal. Therefore, after seeing the living immortals, do not tell outsiders, because this will attract too many people to be curious about the mountain, just like the legend of Jinhua Spring. If this interferes with the normal life of the cultivators, and when the time comes, who can the people in the village go to see if they have any incurable diseases in the future?

The statement is not unreasonable, but there is a sentence that I didn't feel at the time, and when I think about it afterwards, I feel a little strange how to chew it.

'We have lived in this village together for decades. ’

Lao Lu said that the beggar looks to be in his thirties at most, so he has lived with the people in the village for decades, could it be that this beggar grew up in this village? But how did a person who grew up in this village learn such a great 'immortal art' and was regarded as a living immortal by the people in the village?

Although there are many questions, they will certainly not be answered for a while.

Anyway, I don't have much else, and I still have enough time, so I can always dig around this place slowly.

So after the photo shoot, I didn't show any more enthusiasm on the topic. Lao Lu didn't say much anymore, because since he hadn't been able to see the living immortals on the mountain, he had to immediately go to the village chief's house with the big bag of things he had in hand and thank the old lady who had helped him a lot. So after saying goodbye to us in a hurry, he went down the mountain first.

I saw that it was not early, so I was about to leave, but I was about to say goodbye to Xuanyin, and I saw him up and down a lot of me for a while, and then smiled and said to me: "I saw the layman's eyes shining just now, I found good news, right?" ”

I had to thank him for not telling me who I was a journalist, so I nodded frankly.

"But if you don't get it right, it's going to be a big oolong. ”

"So you don't believe what happened to Lao Lu is real, right, monk?"

"It's not that I believe it or not, but after being a monk for so many years, I only know one thing, for miracles, gods and Buddhas will not be easily revealed to the world. ”

"But those reports should not be faked, and the appearance of his illness at the time of his illness was not something that could be done by fraud. Besides, there's no reason for him to make up such a big oolong to make us happy, does he? ”

"Then I wish you success, big reporter. ”

"Huh...... In fact, it doesn't matter if it's really a big oolong, now there are more true and false things in the media, and the oolong matter can naturally be solved in an oolong way. ”

"Confidence is high. ”

"I just thought it was really interesting. ”

"Then again, you're really not going to ask for a talisman, it's been opened. You've seen it, too, and it works. ”

Seeing him transform and return to his real-life businessman, I couldn't help but sneer at him.

He smiled too, then took out a talisman from his bag and stuffed it into my hand, and said with a look of great loss: "Forget it, I'll give it to you." 166 Reading Network