The sudden sound startled Zhang Xiaomo in a trance. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

From the shadow of the trees on the side of the road, a short monk wearing a wide ragged robe walked out, which was the annoying seven-ring monk.

Zhang Xiaomo was in a depressed mood, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, so he walked straight over without seeing the other party.

Seeing Zhang Xiaomo's indifferent attitude, the seven-ring monk did not feel the slightest displeasure, and happily followed.

"What happened to the young man today, can be described as ups and downs? Tsk......"

"It's a beautiful woman shopping together, and it's a class reunion, I really envy the poor monk, I think back then, the poor monk was also ......"

You're paralyzed... Actually stalking the master... Stinky and shameless...

Zhang Xiaomo was really angry, but he had to hold himself, he knew that as long as he took care of the dead bald donkey, the bald donkey would become more annoying.

The seven-ring monk found that Zhang Xiaomo was still ignoring him, and his little eyes were a few rounds.

"It's really gratifying that the young man is in danger and can still get out of the situation......"

Nima, what do you mean? Is it a satire on Lao Tzu's escape in the face of Tuoba Chengzong just now? Stupidity... Is this called wisdom?

it... Where were you hiding from the show just now? Never mind... I endure...

"Alas... Poor falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless. That girl named Qian Duoduo made my family feel distressed. ”

"If life is only as it first sees, but the old way is that people's hearts are changeable."

"Young man, why are you so ruthless?"

The words of the seven-ring monk finally hit Zhang Xiaomo's sore spot, and he turned his head and kicked it over.

Pity... The monk of the Seven Rings had already prepared, and he dodged lightly.

"Young man, we have something to say, why do we need to use force?"

"Dead bald donkey, the master will one day beat your bald head out of the hair and beat you into a bull's nose."

The reason why hob meat is hob meat, "Amitabha, even if the poor monk grows three thousand troubles, my Buddha is still in my heart." ”

Zhang Xiaomo looked at the Qijie monk opposite in a daze, too, this bald donkey often talks about wine and meat, how can he care if he has hair?

You're paralyzed... It's so powerless... He stroked his forehead and continued to walk forward quietly.

"Don't you have any questions to ask the monk?"

"Young man, keep thinking about it, but don't forget the ......."

Although Zhang Xiaomo no longer pays attention to the monks of the Seven Precepts, he is still very concerned about the words of the Seven Precepts.

Although the dead bald donkey is nasty, it makes you want violence in two sentences. But Zhang Xiaomo had to admit that the other party was stronger than him in terms of cultivation and knowledge.

What questions do I have? Could it be....

At this time, a small bridge appeared in the line of sight in front of him, Zhang Xiaomo slowly walked to the bridge, the breeze and the moon, the small bridge flowed, which made people feel quiet all of a sudden.

Zhang Xiaomo asked the Qijie monk who was also standing on the bridge, "What do you know?" ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk knows, the Buddha has told the poor monk, but the young man said it's okay."

Tell you a face... You perverted stalking voyeur... Can you, a monk, have a face?

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhang Xiaomo took out the six weird ancient coins he carried with him and handed them to the seven-ring monk.

"I guess that Grandpa Liu Xiangzi's unexplained coma is related to these six ancient coins."

The seven-ring monk took the six ancient coins, his face instantly became solemn, and he twisted an ancient coin to face the bright moon in the sky, carefully observing the mysterious ornaments and inscriptions of the ancient coins.

"It is indeed a divination coin used for divination, and it contains a huge amount of karma, which can be regarded as a spiritual thing."

Qijie saw Zhang Xiaomo's puzzled look, and turned his hand around a few times, as if he was thinking about how to explain to Zhang Xiaomo.

"Heaven and earth have a great trend, and all beings have cause and effect, so the general trend is surging, and cause and effect are unpredictable."

"The White Horse Negative River Tuluo Book came out of the big river, and King Wen began to make the Book of Changes. Divining the evil fortune, Qimen Dunjia, and Liuyao are calculating, and they are manifested in the world. ”

"And tortoiseshell coins are one of the oldest magical powers."

"This coin is used for divination, and over the years it will be tainted with karma. Although it is invisible, it is real. ”

"I'm afraid that the old man Liu was injured by the karma in this coin, and it was created in the soul, so he fell unconscious."

"It's really ridiculous, with an old mortal body, vainly trying to explore such a ferocious spiritual thing, and ending up like this, it is also self-inflicted."

The seven-ring monk sighed pitifully, and Zhang Xiaomo still looked in a trance, indicating that he didn't understand at all.

"Hey... Karma is a Buddhist thing, and this coin obviously belongs to the I Ching. Monk, I don't read much, don't lie to me? ”

The seven-ring monk listened to Zhang Xiaomo's questioning, as if he had been stepped on by a small tail, and his hair exploded.

"You young man, why are you so serious. Buddha is the Tao, as long as the truth is the same. You have to have a big picture, a big vision, alas... I'm really worried about another poor monk! ”

Zhang Xiaomo touched his head, I'm just talking, you don't have to react so violently, right? Don't....

Zhang Xiaomo looked at the monk of Qijie suspiciously, and found that the other party was a little dodging under his gaze, which confirmed the speculation in his heart, and then showed a strong sense of contempt.

"If you don't understand, you can't say you don't understand, what kind of big-tailed wolf is pretending? Shameful, smiling and generous. That's how your Buddha taught you to be a monk? ”

Rao was cheeky with the cheekiness of a seven-ring monk, and his face was slightly red, and he retorted with a stiff neck.

"What do you mean by not understanding? The poor monk just doesn't know much, what the poor monk said just now, do you understand? ”

Zhang Xiaomo looked at the seven-ring monk and shook his head, sighed disdainfully, snatched his ancient coin, turned his head and prepared to leave.

He felt like he had thought it wrong, the bald donkey was a complete bastard, and there was nothing serious about it useful.

"Young man... Don't go... Well, the poor monk admits that I really don't know the way of divination, but the poor monk has the means to cure Old Man Liu. ”

"Don't regret it, that old man Liu's soul was wounded, and he won't be alive in a few days. You can't bear to look at his delicate granddaughter and resent you for the rest of your life? ”

"Hey... This is entrusted by a beauty! You saved her grandfather, but people still don't promise to each other? ”

When Zhang Xiaomo heard this, he turned around and walked to the bridge again. He had already planned to find out that the other party had a trace of unreliable suspicion, and he would definitely leave altogether.

The seven-ring monk saw Zhang Xiaomo turn around and come back, "Alas... I've been so bitter in vain, and I haven't said a word of promise to be useful, and the young man really has bad intentions. ”

"If you're not serious, I'll go."

Seeing Zhang Xiaomo's impatience, the seven-ring monk immediately became serious.

"Although the poor monk does not understand karma, he has a way to heal the wounded soul, and he will definitely wake up the old man."

"See? Young man, sometimes you don't have to know all the truths to solve the problem. ”

Zhang Xiaomo pondered for a moment, Grandpa Liu Xiangzi was unconscious due to the ancient coin, and it was indeed his soul that was hit hard, and he was sure of this.

If the soul of Grandpa Liu Xiangzi is repaired, the other party will naturally be able to wake up. However, Zhang Xiaomo looked at the seven-ring monk opposite.

"Why are you so kind to help me?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk said that he wants to save you, of course, he must first help you learn how to save people. My Buddha is compassionate......"

Hehe.... Are you stupid for me? How could I possibly believe you? Zhang Xiaomo turned his head and left.

"Hey... Why is the young man so anxious. "The seven-precept monk has some grievances in his heart, monk, I finally managed to be selfless for a while, why am I not trusted?

"A penny of good wild ginseng; Huang Zhi Sanqian ......."

"Look at it... The poor monks have given you the prescription, will they slander you again? Young man, can you be a little sunny. ”

Zhang Xiaomo remembered the prescription given by the Seven Precepts, and found that there were no unusual medicinal materials, so he asked with some doubts: "Monk of the Seven Precepts, can this prescription really save lives?" Wouldn't it be a little too simple? ”

"Young man, don't think so complicated, how can Old Man Liu inspire the karma in the ancient coin?"

"It must be the natural flow of karma in the ancient coins that has affected him. And when he was old, he was easily wounded to his soul. ”

"Actually, these injuries are nothing?"

"Sometimes, even if you take damage, you need qualifications!"

But even so, Old Man Liu was still unconscious, and he couldn't find out the reason. Can such a simple recipe work? Zhang Xiaomo asked after thinking about it.

"Don't be anxious, young man! Of course, this prescription alone can't be used, but the poor monk also prepared an excellent medicine for Old Man Liu. ”

As soon as Qijie's words fell, he threw a red sachet to Zhang Xiaomo, Zhang Xiaomo took the sachet and asked puzzledly, "What is this?" ”

"Incense ash..."Qijie said calmly, "Don't underestimate this incense ash, this is big.... That...."

Qijie's gaze was a little evasive, and after hesitating for a moment, he continued to explain: "This incense ash has precipitated hundreds of years of living wishes. ”

"With the wish power of incense ash, to crack the karma of the divination coin, it's just.... The poor monk is really talented, a stroke of genius! ”

Zhang Xiaomo looked at the narcissistic seven-ring monk there, and somehow he always felt a little unreliable, no matter how fanciful the seven-ring monk was.

"Why do I always feel a little unreliable?"

"What's not reliable? Don't deceive people too much! ”

"In this way, I will attach a set of acupuncture methods for Yangyuan. The old man Liu has been in a coma for many days, and his soul is damaged, which will definitely lead to problems in the body. ”

"Before taking the medicine again, use this acupuncture method to regulate the body, and you will definitely be able to get twice the result with half the effort. What do you think? ”

Zhang Xiaomo remembered the Seven Rings Professor's Yangyuan Acupuncture Method, not only was he not relieved, but he was even more apprehensive.

He had the feeling of buying something and being given a spare head. Come on... It's a human life anyway, can we have a snack?

"Can these really save people?"

"Believe me young man, I am compassionate."

The seven-precept monk left quietly, as unaware as he came. And Zhang Xiaomo was still in a trance, and he still felt too hasty.

In fact, he is a warrior who cares about chaos and is beyond ordinary people, and solves problems in the world, which has the taste of lifting weights lightly.

Zhang Xiaomo slowly returned home, he wanted to wait for Jiu Niang to come back and ask for the other party's opinion, but he didn't wait for Jiu Niang's return.

After thinking about it for a long time, he still sent a text message to Liu Xiangzi, telling the other party that he had a way, or he could give it a try.

Anyway, he thinks that whether it is medicine or acupuncture, even if the disease cannot be cured, it is impossible to worsen.

It would be even better if this incense ash was really as mysterious as the monk of the Seven Rings said, and cured Grandpa Liu Xiangzi's illness.

And the incense ash is not poisonous, Zhang Xiaomo remembers that he was taken to the temple by his grandmother to ask for medicine when he was a child, and the so-called immortal medicine is incense ash.

After taking care of everything, Zhang Xiaomo sat on the bed and began to practice every night.

The moonlight sprinkled on his face, and the majestic appearance of the faint dust seemed to come from outside the sky.