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"Master Zhisong, save this child. ”

"Don't be in a hurry, come, roll up your sleeves. The old monk in the ragged robe squatted aside, taking the pulse of the woman in the man's arms.

"The doctor said that the child was terminally ill and could not be treated. The family sold everything of value, but they could not be cured. Dr. Yang had injections and surgeries, and the situation was even worse. You give it a cure. ”

The old mage wanted to stroke the girl's head, but he felt that he was already a big child, so he withdrew his hand and smiled kindly: "Don't be afraid, wait a minute." ”

"Dad, am I going to die?"

"Lotus, don't be afraid. With Daddy here, Daddy won't let you have any trouble!"

"Dad, I'm so cold......"

"Cold. It's cold, and it's not cold if Dad hugs you tightly. ”

Many people around came to watch.

"Why is this kid's face so pale? ”

"It's miserable, the old Liu family gave birth to a money-losing thing, and they have already said that they lost it, or they will sell it to the people in the mountains, or they will be treasured, and now they are not going to die. The old lady on the side put her sleeves on, leaned against the stone pillar and muttered.

The copper incense burner in front of the hall is filled with incense smoke.

The Buddha sat in the hall, and the visitors, some of whom were sick and some of whom were pilgrims, came to attend the puja, and then they all became physicians, and you and I chattered endlessly.

"Dad, I'm cold ......"

The middle-aged man wears a long shirt. In this era, people who wear long shirts are a bit of a good person, but in the face of illness, short shirts and long shirts have become weak existences.

"Girl, don't fall asleep. Buddha, save the lotus. ”

Master Zhisong walked over, holding wormwood in his hand, and muttered, "The Buddha will bless you." ”

The people around looked around. The lit wormwood was very close to Liu Hehua's white arm.

"Hey, it's a pity for this rich lady, this moxibustion, both arms are yellow moxa scars, how ugly is this......"

"That's better than dying. ”

There was another round of laughter. The haze of illness and bad luck that was shrouded in illness before seemed to be swept away when discussing the suffering of others.

While giving moxibustion to Liu Lotus, Master Zhisong asked the monks in the temple to grind the medicinal ink.

"Moxibustion three times a day in the morning, noon and evening, eight treasures and five gallbladders of medicine and ink, three coins of arrow water in the morning, and three times of reciting the Heart Sutra, you will be healed. ”

"Dad, it's not cold. ”

The middle-aged man was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked: "Master Xie." Master Xie's life-saving grace. ”

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Ahem.

Zhong Yue's consciousness gradually awakened. When he opened his eyes, the sun shone brightly into the meditation room.

"Shhh ”

Zhong Yue shook his head, feeling an explosive pain.

He got up, poured a glass of water, and his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

"Yesterday ......"

He couldn't remember what happened last night, but he remembered that the white silk and bucket pens bought from the system were sprinkled in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, splashing ink wantonly.

I can't remember what happened.

"What happened to me last night?" Zhong Yue took the paper cup and walked out of the meditation room.

Ou Yangming was eating instant noodles and turned around, "Brother Yue, you're awake, I'll you." ”

Zhong Yue stood on the corridor, right on the side of the Great Male Treasure Hall. In front of the hall, a dozen monks were squatting on the ground rubbing stone bricks.

Zhong Yue's face changed, "What about my white silk?"

"Don't worry, I'll help you save it, huh, Brother Yue, where did you get that inky white silk from? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Zhong Yue breathed a sigh of relief, this white silk can be written with the recipe of the medicinal ink and the location of moxibustion, these are the key to saving Huang Youwei, if it is lost, Zhong Yue will probably throw Ouyang Yang Ming down from the fourth floor.

"Tell me first, what happened to me last night?"

"What's wrong? You don't know yourself? I was drunk, I was drunk, I was crazy, I was writing calligraphy in the temple, so that all the monks in the temple came to watch, if I hadn't stopped Abbot Huikong, I guess we would have been arrested and sent to the bureau last night. After you finished writing, you slept on the white silk, and I sent tens of thousands of red envelopes to let these monks in the temple help clean up the 'battlefield', don't let the abbot of Huikong know. ”

It seems that last night was mentally exhausted, fainting caused by excessive use of energy, this Ou Yangming is also very big-hearted, and he actually thinks that he is drunk? If this is dead, then Zhong Yue will really be eaten.

However, he would write calligraphy on the main hall, and Ou Yangming and the monks in the temple also thought that Zhong Yue was drunk.

A prison temple with Buddhist beads came over, looked at the two culprits who were making trouble in the Huang'an Temple, and sighed: "Mr. Zhong, what kind of ink are you using here?" These ten or so people wiped and brushed, and it took three hours to clean the front of the main hall, if it weren't for the ......" The prison temple looked at Ou Yangming and stopped talking.

"Don't do that next time. ”

Zhong Yue said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, I was drunk last night......"

The monk sighed, shook his head and left, "It's strange, why did the abbot get up so late today?"

Zhong Yue asked, "What about Abbot Huikong?"

Ou Yangming slapped his thigh, "It's broken, the abbot is still locked in the house by me!"

Zhong Yue choked on a mouthful of water, "Huh?"

The two of them ran quickly towards the abbot's room.

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Half an hour later, in the abbot's room, Abbot Huikong sat with a depressed face. Ou Yangming was so damaged that he locked Abbot Huikong in the abbot's room last night and forgot about it. In the morning, the hungry abbot Huikong ate instant noodles, and ended up eating a cigarette butt, if it weren't for this grandson's surname Ouyang, Abbot Huikong really wanted to send this grandson thief to the police station!

Ouyang Kaishan also came over and sat next to Shi Huikong, "Master Huikong, I'm sorry for your trouble." ”

Shi Huikong smiled awkwardly, "Where, Mr. Ouyang is polite." Two small donors...... Very lively. ”

The further of liveliness is naughty, and the extended meaning of naughty is underbeating.

Ouyang Kaishan gestured to Ye An, who was standing on the side.

"This is a little bit of my heart for the masters in the temple. ”

"This ...... The little donor has already sent it. ”

Ouyang Kaishan glanced at Ou Yangming who was standing on the side, and had a point in his heart, if he could make Ou Yangming break his fortune, it showed that these two people were really too much yesterday. Otherwise, with Ou Yangming's face, he would not stuff people with red envelopes and gag his tongue.

"He is him, I am me. During the Chinese New Year, because my wife was ill and didn't come, this should be given to the temple incense money. ”

Shi Huikong nodded and said, "Then thank you very much." By the way, Master Zhong, Uncle Kong looked at your painting last night, it seems to be remembering the starting point, Uncle Kong, tell me about it. ”

The old monk on the side said: "I have long forgotten the events of sixty or seventy years ago, but after reading your painting of Master Zhong, I don't know where you found the old photos, and I really remember it." At that time, I was not a monk at Huang'an Monastery, but I did participate in that puja, and there was indeed a benefactor who came to treat his daughter with him. ”

Zhong Yue nodded, "Trouble Master." ”

Now that Zhong Yue has understood everything, with hindsight, it will be useless.

"Lord Zhong. ”

"Huh?" Zhong Yue came back to his senses.

Shi Huikong smiled and said, "Last night, I heard that you had another amazing work outside the Daxiong Treasure Palace. ”

"The abbot has won the prize. ”

"This is related to the Buddha, why don't you leave a painting of Mobao today?"

God has a special relationship with the Buddha......

You know, yesterday Zhong Yue pointed at Rulai and kicked his nose and asked in the face...... If Shi Huikong heard it, he probably wouldn't have smiled and said that he had a relationship with the Buddha.

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