It's not appropriate to sleep back after a meal, and it's not appropriate to give a fairy.

The monk was covered with his head covered, and was about to sleep beautifully, when his head that had just been stretched into the quilt stretched out with a face full of disgust, and the quilt retreated to the position of his chest.

Zhao Heitie smiled a little embarrassedly, "Let the master see it." ”

The monk replied seriously, "The monks are used to it, and it would be good to have a soft place to sleep." ”

Although it is sleeping, for the monk, it is just to close his eyes and recuperate.

A very capable monk came to the village chief's house, and it swept through the village like a dead city like a gust of wind. The villagers were like drowning dying people, seeing driftwood to save their lives. With a strong desire to live.

Zhao Heitie, the village chief, is not in vain, there are all great talents in the world, most of them have strange temperaments, and at this moment the monk is sleeping back to sleep, not to mention that he is a great talent, even ordinary people will inevitably have a sense of getting up.

The crowd desperately squeezed into the village chief's house, and the two wooden doors of Zhao Heitie's house were finally overwhelmed, and they fell into the house with a bang, raising a puff of dust and smoke.

"Squeeze what? If you annoy the master, the master clapps both hands and doesn't care about anything, what do I think you can do? Zhao Heitie stopped in the middle of the door, shouting with a black face. If you give him a purple gold whip at this time, it will be like Chi Jingde, the door god on the New Year's painting.

There was a petite woman holding a child whose face was flushed, and there were beads of sweat the size of beans on her forehead on a snowy day, shouting: "I don't care, my doll, I can't do it when I see it." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone poured into the house like a tide, and Zhao Heitie retreated into the house with the flow of people like a branch under a tornado.

According to the usual point of view, the three brick houses of Village Chief Zhao are also the first in the village. But now there is no place to put your feet down.

Although everyone looked anxious, they didn't dare to make too many mistakes. The one that surrounds the small bed is called a watertight one. Countless pairs of eyes looked directly at the snoring monk on the bed.

At this time, the monk was like a lamb surrounded by wolves.

His eyes were scorching, and the monk who burned straight was like a mang's back, and his heart was panicked. With a black face, he sat up from the bed.

"Don't let people sleep well? Is a night's sleep at home like going to the zoo to visit the monkeys? The monk crossed his waist with one hand, stretched out his index finger with the other and pointed to everyone one by one.

The petite woman before saw that the monk was angry, and she was about to kneel to the ground with red eyes, but there were too many people, and she pouted her ass vigorously and didn't kneel down. The body was half-squatting in a distorted posture, crying: "Master, you are merciful, show kindness, save my doll." Pity him for less than a week......."

The monk was condescending, and saw the baby in the woman's arms, whose face was not like a normal baby with a pink red, but it was strangely dark blue, and the corners of his mouth were indeed a circle of black, and his half-open eyes were all pitch black, except for the corners of his eyes, there was still a trace of whites of his eyes.

The monk squatted down with a dark and solemn color, pinched the trick with one hand against the baby's eyebrows, closed his eyes and read: Vientiane in the west, all Buddhas borrow the law, and open their eyes! Om Boom!

Everyone closed their lips nervously, only to see that the monk on the bed had a sense of solemnity, and two rays of light visible to the naked eye shot out of his already clear eyes.

When the monk opened his eyes, he saw that the baby's body was surrounded by a thick corpse gas.

"Why is there such a strong corpse aura on this child?" The monk's voice was a bit majestic.

Zhao Heitie squeezed forward and replied in a low voice: "There are more than a dozen such children in the village, all because the daughter-in-law of the Ling family in the west of the village is obviously dead, but she feeds the baby every night. You say this man is dead, where is the milk? ”

Zhao Heitie had seen such a terrifying scene with his own eyes, and he said that it was ghostly. Although everyone was huddled together, they also inexplicably felt a gust of wind blowing.

The monk smiled indifferently and ordered, "Go and bring all these babies." You people are also big-hearted, if you don't meet poor monks this time, I'm afraid that none of these children will live for three months. ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but gasp. Before, they all thought that the child had caught a cold, so their faces were not good.

More than a dozen swaddling clothes were placed on the bed in turn, and the monk sat cross-legged, taking off a string of obsidian prayer beads with a touch of purple in his hand, a total of eighteen beads, each round and bright in color. Apparently he often holds beads and recites sutras.

The monk held a rosary in his hand, and kept chanting the six-character mantra in his mouth, the other end of which hung down from the baby's eyebrows.

The obsidian stones kept turning in the hands of the monks, and the colors became brighter and brighter, and the pitch black was like a mirror, and it seemed that there was a monk of different shapes in each bead, or sitting cross-legged, or clasping his hands, or angry King Kong.

If there is a person with excellent eyesight, you can see that there is a faint black qi at the center of the baby's eyebrows, which is slowly absorbed and diluted by the obsidian.

Everyone clearly felt that the cold in the room was slowly disappearing, replaced by the turbid air in the sealed space, and the heat emitted by the crowding.

After a long time, the monk exhaled a light breath and slowly opened his eyes, "Okay, the poor monk has pulled out the corpse qi from the bodies of these children." Just go back and take care of it. If there is sun, they will bask in the sun, and if they don't, the child will be hugged by the father. Men have heavy yang energy, and more contact with children is also good for children's recovery. ”

The petite woman before pinched the man standing beside her fiercely, and said, "I usually let you hug the child more, but now the Taoist chief has said that the child will sleep with you from tonight." ”

Everyone laughed, and the man followed with a smirk.

Maybe the room was too stuffy, or too noisy, and the dozen or so children lying on the bed cried together, and the voice was so loud that they wanted to lift the roof.

Everyone looked at the baby child's face and eyes became rosy, and his eyes became normal. Even the crying was much louder than usual.

The monk reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, although there was nothing on his forehead. In fact, this little thing is just a small thing for him, but it still has to be done.

Zhao Heitie's eyes were the most clever, and when he saw this, he hurriedly took out some crumpled banknotes and handed them to the monk, "The master is really a god, and he has cured these children in just a moment's effort, which is really immeasurable." This little bit of heart should be regarded as the sesame oil money I gave, and I hope the master will not be too little. ”

The monk swept his eyes and shirked, "Village chief, you are out of sight, this is what a poor monk should do, and this is also accumulating good results and doing good deeds." As the saying goes, in the past life, because of the fruits of this life, if you sow good, you will get good, and if you sow evil fruits, you will naturally have retribution. ”

Everyone who said this nodded frequently, and they all boasted in their hearts that the monk was a master in the world, and he actually regarded money as dung. In the past, there were some monks and Taoists in the village, and they were all like bandits, and they just wanted to strip you of all the skins off your body.

If there is really no comparison, there is no harm!

Village Chief Zhao thought that he was living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and he mistook the master, and was hesitantly retracting his hand.

The monk was smiling at the kindness of everyone, and at the same time he caught a glimpse of Zhao Heitie's hand that he wanted to retract, and thought to himself, no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. So with lightning speed, he pulled out a few banknotes in Zhao Heitie's hand, calmly put them into his arms, and said: "Since the village chief is gracious, if the poor monk refuses again, it will be hypocritical." It is against the original intention of Buddhism. ”

After speaking, he put his hands together and said Amitabha.

Seeing this, the parents of the other children looked at each other and reluctantly took out some banknotes from their arms, but the denominations were much smaller.

The monk did not dislike it, accepted it all, and said with a smile: "All the donors are kind, the Buddha will bless you and bless your whole family." ”

Three black lines appeared on Zhao Heitie's forehead in an instant, which was too disregarding the image. But after thinking about it again, the child was cured, but it was only a symptom but not a cure. The root cause is the daughter-in-law of the Ling family, or the missing two-headed freak.

As the saying goes, take people with short hands and eat people with soft mouths. The monk eats and takes here, so he is even more embarrassed to refuse the villagers' request.