Hearing what the camel said, Qingqing was shocked for a long time and didn't react, she didn't know whether this Buddha body was her current body or the soul she had crossed over.

"Camel, you know that my soul and body are not the same person, so whose is this Buddha body?"

"Are you really stupid? If your soul and body are the same person, will you still speak with Buddhahood? Your body has lived well for more than ten years, and there are no beasts to eat her, which means that her physique has not been activated, and it was activated after your soul came. So this Buddha body is the product of the fusion of the two of you. "The camel suddenly felt tired of literacy for the people of the earth, and tired of being an intelligent species.

"Is that so?" Qingqing was still a little confused.

"I told you that you don't understand, waste my saliva, don't bother me, I want to study the mystery of this snake bead." The camel turned and lay down in his hut and closed his eyes.

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"Qing'er, come in." Yin Jiangzi shouted Qingqing in the house.

Qingqing immediately entered the house and saw Li Hao sitting on the bed with his back on his back, and Yin Jiangzi was about to give him acupuncture.

Qingqing took out the silver needle that the seal silk gave to him, slowly opened it and placed it on the small table next to the bed.

"Qing'er, you have to be careful, this acupuncture point can't be pierced wrong, and this technique can't be heavy, the slightest mistake will make the patient worry about his life." Yin Jiangzi first moved the ten white and tender fingers he knew, so that they were more flexible.

"Master, under what circumstances does this require the use of acupuncture? Or can every injury be acupuncture? Qing Qing asked puzzled.

"Good question, first of all, not all doctors know this acupuncture, because if you want to learn to understand acupuncture points and practice acupuncture for three or five years, it is impossible to administer acupuncture. Secondly, acupuncture does not cure the disease, but only assists or accelerates the healing of the disease. Its main function is to dredge the meridians and promote the circulation of qi and blood. Yin Jiangzi explained as he applied the needle.

"Master, you are so powerful, did you teach yourself this?" Qingqing's admired eyes burst into small stars.

"Of course not, the master met a master for three years by chance." Yin Jiangzi chuckled, and did not delay the needle in his hand at all.

"Li Haoyang, how do you feel? Does it hurt? Qingqing asked.

"I feel pretty good, Master Yin's technique is very skillful, I didn't feel pain, but I slowly felt that my body was warming up, and it was much more comfortable." Li Haoyang's voice is still slightly lacking in qi, and his body is still very weak.

"Master, how long will it take for him to get out of bed and walk, or to walk?" Qingqing was worried that his status as a wanted criminal would cause trouble for the temple, and he was already thinking about taking him out of another hiding place when he was better.

"What? Are you thinking about leaving? Yin Jiangzi asked strangely.

"I miss my mom and dad, I want to go back and see." Qingqing lied, she didn't want Yin Jiangzi to worry.

"This child's own physique is relatively good, and the injury has not hurt the vital point, and after the recent treatment, he has recovered three or four percent, plus my acupuncture, he can recover seven or eight percent in about ten days, so there is no problem if he is in a hurry." Yin Jiangzi analyzed it very seriously.

Qingqing silently prayed in his heart that there would be no situation within ten days.

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When Shanguang came back, Yin Jiangzi had just finished applying the needle, and Qingqing assisted Li Haoyang to lie down.

"Qing'er, the host invites you to drink tea in the temple." Zenmitsu's face was smiling with pleasure, even though he had been injured in the attack and had almost recovered from the medicine he had taken for a few days.

"The host is looking for me?" Qingqing began to think that the host knew that he had secretly hidden the snake beads, thinking that he wanted to get them back. Suddenly remembering that the camel said that she was a Buddha, she guessed that it must have something to do with it.

The host set up a small low table in the side hall of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, a teapot and two tea bowls, all of which are made of ordinary ceramics.

The host saw Qingqing's polite salute, Qingqing's panicked salute, she really didn't understand how the ancients were so polite, how to say that he was also the lord of a temple and highly respected, how he always gave gifts to himself.

"Little donor, thank you for your help in this catastrophe, and the poor monk is deeply grateful on behalf of the disciples of the whole temple." Saying that, he got up again to give a salute, and Qingqing quickly stood up to stop him.

"Master, don't be so polite, so that I can only stand and listen to your teachings." Qingqing looked at the host mischievously, which made the host laugh and then waved his hand and said that it was not too polite.

"The poor monk suddenly received a reminder from the Buddha last night, saying that there are nobles staying in my temple temporarily, if you can let the nobles copy a Buddhist scripture by hand and stay in the temple, it will become the treasure of our temple, and a disaster similar to this will be avoided in the future." The host looked at Qingqing with a sincere face.

"Master, do you mean that I am the nobleman?" Because he knew that he was a Buddha, Qingqing easily guessed that the noble person who presided over was himself.

"I wonder if the little donor is willing?"

"Of course I do, but master, I'm really just an ordinary peasant girl, not a nobleman, can the Buddhist scriptures I copied really help you resist the attack of wild beasts?" Qingqing looked at the host modestly, she just didn't want the host to look too amazing on herself.

"As long as the little donor is willing to copy it, as for the function of this Buddhist scripture, the poor monk doesn't think about it." The host smiled with relief, he had witnessed Qingqing's power in embroidering monks' clothes, and now he regarded Qingqing as a messenger of the Buddha.

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The host has prepared a better brocade silk, brush, inkstone, and ink block to the greatest extent possible. Qingqing was also taken aback when he saw it, this host really attached great importance to the copying of the Buddhist scriptures this time.

For temples with no income and no allocation, what supports their daily expenses is the incense money of a few pilgrims, and they rarely go down the mountain to make a fortune, but only reclaim a lot of wasteland in the open space next to the temple to grow vegetables and crops for themselves, and the crops and vegetables planted by their disciples who are dedicated to the Buddha are not very lush.

So seeing these things prepared by the host, Qingqing's heart was still shocked, Qingqing didn't know how much these things were worth in this era, but in the future generations, they definitely belonged to the luxury of the rich and noble, she saw it in a friend of her father's calligraphy hobby, and a pen cost five figures.

Seeing that the host attached so much importance to it, Qingqing decided that she should also do it well, she asked the host to prepare a relatively quiet meditation room, and she wrote quietly in it alone during the day, without any disturbance. In the evening, she went back to the small courtyard to accompany the master to take care of Li Haoyang.

The host did all of Qingqing's requests one by one, and Shanguang also silently supported Qingqing with a smile on his face, he felt that Qingqing was so valued by the host, and his face was very bright.

After everyone left, Qingqing sat alone at the table looking at the thick Buddhist scriptures and the brand-new brocade silk, she slowly took off the gold needle and stretched out her left hand above the inkstone, pricked her finger with the needle and squeezed out a drop of blood and fell into the inkstone, and began to grind the ink.

The best way Qingqing thought of was to write this sutra with her own blood, and only hoped that this brocade silk could be preserved for a long time, so that she could protect the temple for a few more years, and it could be regarded as something she could do for the kind people here in this era.