After breakfast, I followed the little monk to practice medicine and save people as usual.

The little monk was even more compassionate when he was saving people, and from Wu's point of view, his whole figure was bathed in golden light.

They were in a village at this time, and there was a child who was sick, convulsed, and foaming at the mouth. Wu Youwu didn't know how the little monk knew, so when he saw this village, he walked straight in and came directly to this family.

The little monk's way of seeing a doctor is more peculiar, sitting cross-legged next to the child and reciting a sutra, and the child who was still ill before slowly quieted down and fell asleep.

"Little Master, are we plotting that this is evil?" It's good to see the little monk chanting the sutra after his son, the child's mother asked worriedly.

"Amitabha, the little monk is reciting a requiem mantra, and Ling Lang is not evil. Dare to ask the donor's family if anyone has this symptom? The little monk asked, holding a piece of dark green and rubbing the child's body.

The woman shook her head: "No, no one in my husband's family has ever done this, and my mother's family does not have that disease." ”

She knew what the little monk wanted to ask, and her mother's family had inquired very clearly before she got married, and no one on her husband's side had epilepsy, let alone her mother's side. Since it was not evil or epilepsy, she told the little monk about her son's recent situation, including eating a few bowls of rice and pulling a few bubbles of poop.

"It's just a fever, Ling Lang took a cold bath after eating some pears yesterday, and he caught a cold, and he will be fine after drinking these herbs."

The little monk took out a few packets of herbs from his sleeve, divided them, and handed them to the woman. Wu worriedly guessed that it might have been picked by him in the mountains before.

The woman was very grateful, and bent her knees to kneel down to the little monk, but he helped her up, "The female benefactor doesn't have to be like this, my Buddha is compassionate, and the little monk should do." ”

After seeing the disease, it's time to go. Bidding farewell to the woman, the little monk took Wu Weiwu and walked south according to the route. The little monk did not accept the money from the woman, and the woman wanted to keep them for dinner, but she refused, so the woman had to send them out of the village.

After walking for a while, they came across a small stream, "rest meeting," said the little monk.

Wu nodded worriedly, "Hmm." ”

Wu Youwu glanced at the little monk and thought, with fine skin and tender meat, it is estimated that he is tired of walking. She felt strange again, she didn't know if the little monk had walked around like this before he had met her. But in the past year, they have slept in the open air, exposed to the sun and rain, and the little monk is still with fine skin and tender meat, and his face is white.

The little monk put the burden on the stone, walked to the stream, put his hand in the stream, rubbed it a few times, and took out a piece of horn soap from his sleeve......

The water is so clean that you can see the sand underneath. Wu was worried about finding that the little monk's hands were thin and long, and they were very good-looking.

"It's just early spring, isn't the stream cold?"

"Nope."

The little monk had his back to Wu Youyou, so he didn't see his expression, but Wu Youwu felt that his tone was not so pleasant.

Wu Weiwu tilted his head, only to feel inexplicable.

The little monk washed his hands and took his baggage, "Let's go." ”

Wu Weiwei: So you stopped just to wash your hands?

This time I walked a little far, and I didn't meet a single family along the way, all of them were in the wilderness. However, before dark, they found an inn in the wilderness.

The inn provided food, and the little monk did not do it himself, so he hurriedly finished dinner downstairs and went back to his room to rest.

In the middle of the night, Wu was in a trance and seemed to hear noisy sounds from downstairs from time to time, because she couldn't get out of the Buddha beads, so she didn't care.

When they came down the next day, they saw that the downstairs was almost full. The little monk calmly found a vacant seat and sat down, and the people at the table glanced at him and continued to eat his own meal.

The shopkeeper walked over, "What does the little master want to eat?" ”

"Do you have shiitake mushrooms?"

The shopkeeper nodded: "Yes." ”

"One stir-fry with shiitake mushrooms, two bowls of rice."

Shopkeeper: "Okay, little master will come right away after a while." ”

The people next to him thought that the little monk ate two bowls of rice at first, but later saw him sandwich vegetables into one of the bowls and bring it to the side, and the food in the bowl gradually decreased. sneered, "The monk actually raises ghosts." ”

The little monk ignored him and ate his own food.

"Brother Li, did you say that these people are also going to grab the Extreme Yin Flower?" A man at the other table leaned into the ear of the person next to him and said.

The person next to him gave him a blank look, "Be quiet, go back to the room." ”

The man nodded dumbly. The others didn't react when they heard it, and they continued to do their thing.

Wu looked at the little monk, thought for a while, and opened his mouth to ask, "What is the Flower of Extreme Yin?" ”

Hearing Wu You's words, the little monk smiled: "A flower, a flower that can make the soul recast flesh and bones." ”

Wu was stunned for a moment, "The soul is recast flesh and bones? ”

I gasped again, thinking that this flower was too rebellious.

"Everything has a price, and this flower shouldn't be yours," the little monk said again.

Wu worried: "Well, I didn't want it either. ”

After eating, we started to set off again, and the matter of the flower was revealed.

Later, they traveled a lot of places, and they also met a lot of people who went to grab the flower of the extreme yin, and for a whole year, it was all about that flower. It wasn't until a year later that I heard that the flower had been obtained by a young blind Taoist priest.

After another three years, Wu You, who had done a lot of good deeds with the little monk, had almost disappeared from the black qi on his body.

"Master Xingzhou, how long will it take for the remaining black qi on my body to be dissipated?" The little monk is already twenty-five or sixteen years old, and people have helped her eliminate so much black gas, Wu is embarrassed to call people "little monk" again.

Xingzhou walked his way without squinting, "Two more years." ”

"Ah~ so long."

He counted with his fingers again, "Master Xingzhou, we've been together for five years, right?" ”

Xingzhou: "More than five years, almost six years. ”

Wu sighed worriedly: "Ah~ It's been a long time!! ”

"Master Xingzhou, why are you helping me? Are you so nice to everyone? ”

As soon as she asked, she already had the answer in her heart. In the past five years, except for those evil ghosts, Master Xingzhou has been gentle and amiable to everyone. Whoever has something to do will be helped, and whoever is sick will be cured.

"Master Xingzhou, you will definitely become a Buddha."

Master Xingzhou did not respond to Wu You's sudden words, and still walked his way without squinting. Wu was not disappointed, angry or anything, and walked behind Master Xingzhou.

In the evening, they passed through a small town, which was quiet, and every house closed its doors and windows, even the shops and restaurants on the street.