Qingge Spiritual Sanatorium.

In three days, the foreign monk successfully expelled the ghost qi that invaded the internal organs, and the injuries of his body were also healed.

In fact, he wouldn't have needed that long, but when he was locked in, his bags were taken away - including his magical notebook.

Without the help of notes, I had to rely on myself, which took three days.

After his body recovered, he got up from the bed, stretched his hands and feet, and the foreign monk walked to the door, patted the door and shouted outside.

"Someone! Is there anyone? Poor monks don't have neurotics! Let the poor monks go out! ”

As soon as he shouted, the other patients in the bed also shouted.

The content of the shouting is varied, and there are all kinds of shouting.

Some people say that they are the emperor, and if they don't let him go, they will be punished by the nine clans!

Some people shouted that he was the reincarnation of the Buddha, saying that there was a demon here, and that he should be released to get rid of the demon.

The most bullshitty one, saying that he was the Jade Emperor, and if he didn't let him go, he blamed him for leading an army of 100,000 demons to raze this place to the ground.

Monk Yang didn't bother to ask the Jade Emperor how he could command the metaphysical question of 100,000 demon soldiers, and now he just wanted to go out and fight that ghost for another 300 rounds.

Such a shouting and messing up really had some effect.

After a while, footsteps sounded, and a middle-aged Sven man wearing a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses walked over.

Pushing open the door and looking at the chaos inside, the middle-aged man frowned, and scolded majestically, "What are you yelling about!" What are you yelling about! ”

This voice really worked, except for the foreign monks, the other patients really quieted down.

Everyone else quieted down before the middle-aged doctor looked at Monk Yang, the culprit, "Are you leading them to make trouble?" ”

Seeing that he finally had the opportunity to talk to the doctor, Monk Yang was so excited that he almost cried.

"Amitabha, it's me, this donor, the poor monk doesn't have a nervous disorder, the poor monk is really not a nervous disorder, you just let me out!"

The middle-aged doctor pouted, "Those who are mentally abnormal say that they have no neuropathy." ”

"I..." Monk Yang thought about it, thinking that this might be the same as the drunk saying that he was not drunk, and it was really difficult to refute it for a while.

After thinking about it, I can only take a roundabout route.

"Okay, the poor monk admitted that it was indeed a little abnormal before, but now that the poor monk is well, you can let the poor monk out."

"Look, admit you're insane!"

The middle-aged doctor smiled wisely, as if I had seen through everything.

I took out a fountain pen from my pocket, touched it for the medical record, and put it back again.

"You said you're alright?"

Monk Yang nodded.

"Okay, then I'll ask you a few questions."

"Okay." Monk Yang nodded, he is such a normal person, can he still be afraid that you will have a problem with the test?

The middle-aged doctor nodded and pointed to the sky outside the window, "How many suns are there in the sky?" ”

"One!"

"Well," the middle-aged doctor nodded, and asked again, "how many moons are there in the sky?" ”

"One." After answering, the expression on Monk Yang's face tightened, the sun, the moon, and then he won't ask me how many stars there are in the sky, right?

If he did, how would I answer?

Answer him starry?

It seems to be possible, but it seems to be a little off-topic.

When he was worried, he saw the middle-aged doctor nod with satisfaction and said 'good' to him.

Then the voice changed, "Not counting punctuation, how many words have I told you since we met?" ”

Foreign Monk: "....."

This, in the end, am I a neuropath, are you a neurotic?

Who would ask such a question in a normal person?

This Nima is too out of the box, right?

It's not good, but fortunately, the poor monk is smart and clever, and he can't forget it, this kind of problem can't help but be a poor monk.

"With the addition of the sentence just now, there are 102 in total."

The middle-aged doctor looked at him in surprise and nodded approvingly: "The answer is correct." ”

Monk Yang was overjoyed, "Is it possible to let the poor monk out?" ”

"Get out?" The middle-aged doctor shook his finger, glanced at the foreign monk deeply, and shook his head regretfully, "This has to be taken care of!" ”

Foreign Monk: ".... Why? Didn't you say something wrong to test me? The poor monks have all answered! ”

The middle-aged doctor nodded, "Yes, it's because you answered that I can't let you out." ”

Foreign Monk: "....."

"Normal people, who would count how many words others have said to themselves since they met?"

Foreign Monk: "....."

He suddenly felt that the road he had traveled for so many years of asceticism could not be as long as this doctor's routine.

This... According to your logic, even if the poor monk is a normal person, he can't get out of here!

Phew! What is called, the poor monk is a normal person!

"Stay honest."

The middle-aged doctor glanced at him and closed the door casually.

The foreign monk held the glass on the door, watching his hope of going out step by step.

When he walked around the corner, the middle-aged doctor suddenly turned his head, crooked his mouth and squinted his eyes and stuck out his tongue at the foreign monk.

Foreign monk: "...... Neurotic! ”

This sound happened to be heard by the middle-aged doctor.

Turning around, he shook his head solemnly at him, "Wrong, I'm not insane." ”

After speaking, the doctor left in a chic manner, leaving Monk Yang with a back that was gradually moving away.

Looking at the back of the doctor leaving, Monk Yang's expression was solemn.

He suddenly thought of a very serious, serious problem: the doctor had said that he was not a neuropath.

The doctor just said he wasn't insane.

So, the question arises - is he really insane?

"Hey, monk?"

Just when Monk Yang was doing a dialectical analysis on the question of whether the doctor who had just appeared was neurotic, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

Turning around, Monk Yang saw an old man with long hair and a white beard looking at him with a smile on his face.

The old man looked to be at least seventy years old, and a hospital gown actually wore the feeling of a fairy wind on him, which was the kind of painting style that foreign monks were very envious of.

That's it, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like you're having a nervous path!

After being slightly stunned, Monk Yang came back to his senses, "This old man..."

"Poor road dust." The old man waved his hand.

The foreign monk hurriedly returned a Buddha ceremony, "Amitabha, the poor monk has taken a break, and I have seen the head of the wind and dust." ”

Lao Dao smiled, squinted his eyes and looked at the foreign monk, "Why was the monk imprisoned?" ”

Hearing this, the foreign monk had a bitter face, "If you say it, the Taoist may not believe it, but dare to ask the Taoist, can you believe that there are ghosts in this world?" ”

Lao Dao was slightly stunned, and looked at the foreign monk in surprise, "You also found out?" ”

Monk Yang was also stunned for a moment, hearing what he meant, he also ran into it?

There was no need to answer, the answer was obtained from the reaction of the foreign monk, and Lao Dao got closer, "Did you also meet in the Guangming District?" ”

Monk Yang nodded, and said in his heart that it seemed that he had encountered the same one.

So, this Taoist was also imprisoned for the same reason as himself?

Luckily, you were locked up in the same ward?

This... Fate!

Fellow travelers!

But now that the two fellow believers have been locked up, what should I do?

"Is there a way for the Daoist to get out?"

Hearing this, Lao Dao thought about it and nodded calmly, "It's time to go out." ”

"Is there a way for the Daoist to get out?" Monk Yang looked happy, "Please also ask the Taoist to teach." ”

Lao Dao glanced at him and muttered for two seconds, "Escape from prison!" ”

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