His mother seems to be the same age as the fortune teller, but her heart is completely different.

If the mother is still alive, if she can get along with herself like this, then the relationship between mother and child must be very harmonious.

"Drink it while it's hot."

At this time, the advice of the fortune teller aunt made Lu Ze withdraw from the melancholy of his late mother. I saw him nod, and then drank the syrup in the bowl while it was hot.

The taste of this wild fruit pulp was really sour and hard to swallow, but after all, it carried the hard work of the fortune teller aunt for an afternoon, so Lu Ze still drank it with gratitude.

In the afternoon, Lu Ze was not idle, and while there was still a long time to purify his soul in the evening, he took the initiative to ask to help the fortune teller pick vegetables in the field together. After all, he accepted the help of the fortune teller, and he relied on the temple for food and lodging, so if he couldn't make even a little contribution to the temple, Lu Ze always felt very unhappy in his heart.

The fortune teller saw that Lu Ze was full of energy, so she didn't refuse his kindness anymore, but just told him that his body was not healed at present, and he could do what he could.

So all afternoon, Lu Ze followed the fortune teller aunt to pick vegetables in the vegetable field in the back mountain. After the fortune teller's explanation, Lu Ze learned that the food of everyone in the temple on weekdays comes from this vegetable field. For the sake of everyone's health, no fertilizer is applied in this vegetable field, so that vegetables can grow freely. It's just that there are many insects in the mountains due to the long-term wind and rain, so they need to build vegetable sheds according to the weather and regularly remove insects.

Although Lu Ze has also been to the farmhouse with his family and has also experienced picking fruits and vegetables in the vegetable field, he does not really participate in daily work as he does today. After such an afternoon, working in the fields under the scorching sun, Lu Ze really realized that the so-called self-sufficiency of fortune tellers on weekdays is not a simple and easy thing.

After dinner, the sun was gradually setting, and seven o'clock was the time to make an appointment with Master to purify the soul, and I saw that the time was almost up.

Lu Ze first took a deep breath a little nervously, and then according to the fortune teller's previous instructions, he came to the door of a designated meditation room in the front yard.

Lu Ze had never met the master of the fortune teller, he only knew that the aunt's master was the owner of this nunnery, and that was it. When it was close to seven o'clock, I saw the fortune teller open the door from the meditation room and motioned for Lu Ze to enter.

An inexplicable sense of tension filled his whole body for a moment, and he saw Lu Ze couldn't help but take a deep breath again, and then followed the fortune teller aunt into the meditation room cautiously.

This meditation room is much larger than the meditation room where I rested before, but there is no light in the room, but the window at the back is wide open, and there is faint moonlight spilling in and falling on a futon in front of the window.

In the dark, Lu Ze took a closer look, only to find that an old man was sitting on another futon in the room, wearing a gray monk's robe and holding a string of Buddhist beads. She was meditating with her eyes closed, as if she was already waiting for Lu Ze.

"Master, this is Lu Ze."

I saw the fortune teller aunt slowly walk to the old man's side, and then whispered in the master's ear.

"Ahh Hello, Master, I'm Lu Ze, I'm sorry. ”

Lu Ze hurriedly bowed politely to the old man, and then said in a bit of a panic. For some reason, the old man's body had an aura of not being angry but threatening, which made Lu Ze unconsciously feel awe of her.

At this time, I saw the old man slowly open his eyes, but her gaze did not turn to Lu Ze, but just looked straight ahead. However, there seemed to be a trace of firmness in her slender eyes, which made the old man look calm and relaxed.

"Let's get started."

I saw that the old man slowly spit out a few words from his mouth, but there was still no expression on her face.

"That's cool."

Lu Ze thought to himself, this nunnery owner doesn't look like an ordinary person, and the kind of worldly masters in the TV series also have this kind of cold and indifferent temperament, but he didn't expect that now he really has the opportunity to be able to see is believing.

"Take a bag and put it in front of your seat and sit down."

The old man's voice was sonorous and powerful, like an irresistible divine command.

Although Lu Ze didn't know what the old man meant by saying this, he immediately obediently did it. After he sat down on the futon, the fortune teller quietly closed the door and left, leaving only Lu Ze and the old man in the house.

Seeing that facing the cold moonlight, the old man slowly closed his eyes again, and then silently recited something similar to a Buddhist scripture in his mouth, and the Buddhist beads in his hand also slowly moved.

Lu Ze realized that this was a sign that the soul purification ritual had begun, so he immediately followed the fortune teller's previous instructions to him, immediately closed his eyes and sat here quietly, trying not to let himself be cranky.

However, it is very difficult to say that it is not to let yourself think cranky, which is a very difficult thing at the moment. Because he meditated in a dark meditation room in a temple in the mountains in the middle of the night, and he couldn't open his eyes the whole time, he could only rely on his own hearing to discern everything around him. What's more, there is a legendary "peerless master" sitting opposite him at the moment, this scene is very similar to the plot in those martial arts that Lu Ze watched.

At this moment, in addition to the occasional bird chirping outside the window, only the Buddhist scriptures recited silently in the mouth of the old man remained. There seems to be no difference between the ups and downs of the tone of the Buddhist scriptures, and they sound exactly the same, but the old man's recitation of the Buddhist scriptures has not stopped for a second since it began. It must be quite a hard thing to recite the Buddhist scriptures for a full three hours.

Lu Ze closed his eyes and sat quietly on the futon, and gradually entered a short period of meditation, during this time, he actually did not feel the initial sense of fear, which made Lu Ze himself feel a little incredible.

But as time went on, Lu Ze felt that his feet seemed to be a little numb, and his body was sore and stiff from sitting for a long time. But the old man was still reciting the Buddhist scriptures in an orderly manner, could it be that after sitting in the same position for so long, the old man did not feel a sore back at all?

And after meditating in this silent meditation room for three hours, it was completely impossible to judge the passage of time. Lu Ze couldn't calculate how much time had passed since he started purifying his soul. However, he thought to himself, although this pure soul sounded a little incredible, even a little mysterious, but after really touching it personally, nothing happened, just sit in place.

It seems that there is nothing to make a fuss about, I guess I think too much.

But at this moment, even for a second, Lu Ze suddenly felt something strange in his stomach, as if something was squirming in his stomach. Then a stream of hot acid water gushed up from the stomach, passed through the throat cavity, and then leaked out.

Lu Ze almost involuntarily wanted to vomit something, which he didn't expect for a moment, but fortunately he immediately picked up the plastic bag in front of him, and then vomited violently......