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Wuqing pricked the man's acupuncture points again, and a few small monks nearby lifted the person aside and came back to comfort the pilgrims. Wuqing slowly opened his mouth and said, "This person is afraid that he is haunted by the demons in his heart, and he came here to purify his demons." As a result, the Buddha hall appeared as I thought in my heart, and it was difficult to ease for a while before falling. Just now I found a few key acupuncture points to stimulate each other, but he didn't react at all, and he couldn't go back. This person was scared to death by himself. ”

"Amitabha." Yong sighed and said, "Poor thing, this man looks so young, and I don't know why he ended up like this. Wuqing, you find a few people to take his body down, and find a few people to contact his family and wife. Tonight, the monks and I will cross for him. ”

Wuqing nodded, and helped a few little monks dispose of the corpses on the side. A few pilgrims on the side were frightened away, and the rest came to offer incense in an orderly manner.

The incense continued, and Yong had already looked at the incense stand that had been lit, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes silently.

The corpse was carried out of the door, and the sun was blazing outside, and a wave of heat hit the body, and several monks in robes felt a little uncomfortable.

Carrying the corpse for a few steps, suddenly, the corpse moved.

"He seems to have moved!" A little monk said with three points of surprise and seven points of fright.

On the side, Wuqing walked over, checked the pulse, and a joy suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"This breath has eased, everyone put him here!"

Wuqing commanded, and the monks put him on the ground. There was a soft wail in the man's mouth, and his eyes were half-open and half-closed.

Yongji heard the noise outside and walked out of the Buddhist hall. When I saw the people on the ground wake up, I couldn't help but be surprised.

"Amitabha, enlightened, you see how he heals."

Wuqing nodded, stepped forward and continued to check the pulse. There were many pilgrims on the side, and several of them were still out of breath.

"Big brother! What happened to you! ”

One of the pilgrims suddenly cried out, "Come this way." The little monk hurriedly stopped and said, "Don't panic, he fainted here, and we are treating him." ”

Yongji also stepped forward and said, "The people on the earth are the relatives of the benefactor? ”

The man's eyes were red and he said, "That's my eldest brother, let's make incense together." He came up before we did, why didn't he see him for a while, just like that? ”

"Don't be anxious, he suddenly fainted while offering incense. The poor monk has sought the most pharmacological person in the Shaolin Temple and his treatment, and he should get better in a while. Yongji replied.

The man did not answer forever, but stared at the man lying on the ground.

Wuqing checked his pulse, and the pulse became stable but weak. The inner fire is also one of the reasons, and you should find a shady place for him to rest for a while. Wuqing called a few little monks and carried him under the tree.

A few young monks came over and picked up the man on the ground. Before he could move, the man suddenly vomited out a mouthful of blood and screamed.

"Big Brother !!"

The people who had been staring at him on the side rushed over at once, regardless of the obstruction.

But he didn't respond, and his whole body collapsed to the ground. Before the little monk could react, the man fell to the ground all of a sudden, his head rushed to the ground, and in an instant, his head came out of the hole, and blood was all over the ground.

At this time, some of the small monks in the vicinity were stunned, and the man rushed to the side of the corpse on the ground and cried loudly.

"Big brother! Big brother! The man was out of breath crying.

Wuqing didn't think that such a thing would happen, and before he could react, the man had already grabbed Wuqing's clothes.

"Shaolin Temple, a group of monks in Shaolin Temple who eat fasting and chant Buddha actually killed my eldest brother!"

The crowd was in a mess, and the pilgrims who came to offer incense behind were all shocked, and some of them hid their faces and walked down the mountain one after another.

Yong had hurriedly sent a few monks over to take care of it, and he himself stepped forward to persuade the man.

The man clung to Wuqing's robe and didn't let go, his face full of anger. He shouted and cursed: "My eldest brother was killed by you!" You're all going to hell with me! ”

After that, the man pulled out a knife out of nowhere, and Chong Wuqing slashed at it.

Wuqing dodged, made a needle with two fingers, and immediately hit the man's two acupoints.

"You!"

The man wanted to move, but he couldn't move. The little monk on the side took the opportunity to quickly clean up, and a few people walked to the backyard with the corpse still with blood, and the ground of the Shaolin Temple was stained red with blood.

"Amitabha, the donor, didn't expect such a thing to happen. People can't be resurrected from death, so they don't have to be so excited. Wuqing said with his hands folded.

"You killed my eldest brother, and you still want me not to be excited? Let me tell you, my eldest brother is a proud protégé of the Tanglin faction, and if you are like this, someone will definitely kill you! Tears poured out of the corners of his eyes, and his face turned red.

Yong had already looked at it, turned around and called a few little monks to whisper, and returned to the Buddha hall.

After a while, the outside of the door was clean again. The body was moved to the backyard, and the person who was spotted was also moved to the backyard. The blood on the ground was covered by the little monk with white sand, and if you didn't look closely, it would be the same.

The sound of knocking in the Buddhist hall continued, and the incense was still there.

In the back hall, the corpse was placed on a piece of the ground, half stained with blood. On the other side, there is the person who was pointed.

"Donor, no one wants such a thing to happen. The monks don't talk about it, and your eldest brother fainted and died here. What happened next was an accident. I also hope that the donor will calm down and think about how to take care of the future. The weather is hot, and if it goes on like this, I'm afraid the corpse won't last long. ”

The name of the person who speaks is nameless, and the nameless does not mean that he does not have a name, but that his name is nameless. In terms of seniority, it is a higher identity than the host Yongji. A monk who has already attained the Tao and travels around. Recently, I suddenly felt that something happened in Shaolin Temple, so I set off to come back. I didn't expect that when I came back, something like this had already happened.

"Tell me, how do you solve it?" The man was also angry, knowing that it would be useless for him to make trouble like this.

"Amitabha, you should bury him well. He died here, and I waited for the silver to bury his body. The poor monk led people to transcend his dead soul here, so that he could enter reincarnation early. Nameless said.

The man thought for a moment, nodded, and said, "This is also sincere, I will go down the mountain to inform everyone about this." Master, please do what you say, we can't wait for anyone to monitor here. But the master must do it, otherwise I must let the people of the Tanglin faction kill me. ”

Nameless clasped his hands together and said, "Monks don't speak." ”

Wuqing on the side helped him solve the acupoint, and the man ran to the corpse and cried a few words of greeting. Surrounded by all the small monks, he walked down the mountain.

Yong Ji sighed softly, looked at the golden Buddha in the Buddha hall, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"I'm afraid disaster is coming."