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Master Zhang fainted, but the spirit was overconsumed, and the relics in his body emitted the Buddha's light and flew out, turning into a faint phantom, the phantom condensed, and finally became a thumb-sized figure, if it weren't for knowing that this was the remnant soul of an old monk, Mu Ming obviously felt incredible.

Ki Na couldn't help but be curious as he watched the thumb-sized figure fall on the Buddhist shrine.

And the little man the size of his thumb looked at Master Zhang lying in the main hall, his eyes were a little shocked, and there were silver needles on Master Zhang's body pierced on some acupuncture points, his breath became long, and his complexion gradually recovered.

This is Kimina's method, and somehow, Kikina saw a Lang Zhong pricking a needle that day, Kikina felt a little familiar, so he looked at it twice, so his uncle rudely threw out a dime of silver, and rudely snatched this set of silver needles.

"Does Childe still know acupuncture?" the old monk asked, but Ki Na shook his head, "I don't know, I just feel like I should do this......

The old monk was speechless, but he was also curious, although he was a monk, but he had also treated and saved people in previous years, and he also knew some medical science, but he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Mu Ming do this, because Mu Ming had several needles that were pierced on some fatal acupuncture points, but Master Zhang did not have any problems, but gradually recovered.

Finally, the monk looked at a picture scroll beside Mu Ming, the picture scroll was very clean and there was no other golden scene, and the ink painting came out, which outlined the shape of a vine tree, but the vine wood gradually dimmed, and it seemed that it would not be long before it dissipated and became invisible.

The old monk didn't know what this treasure was, but he felt that this thing was very demonic, and yesterday the old demon of Montenegro was absorbed by this scroll and then branded into ink sketching, and he didn't even have a chance to struggle.

A white fox fainted in the distance, suppressed by the qi emitted by this scroll, and passed out.

Mrs. Zhang watched from the sidelines, her eyes exuding coldness, as if she was going to skin and cramp the fox, and yesterday the fox took away the official seal, and she also woke up, and then saw a terrible scene.

"Ming'er, my mother wants a fox fur collar!" Mrs. Zhang watched Master Zhang fall asleep quietly, so she said softly.

Mu Ming said: "Mother, how about that white fox? I think we can eat fox meat tonight......

"Fox meat is not delicious, it smells!" Mrs. Zhang shook her head.

At this time, Mu Ming had already walked over and grabbed the fox, grabbed the fur on his neck and said, "Very good coat color, no trace of stray hair!"

Then Mu Ming took out a short knife in a package and was about to peel it, but the monk said: "Little donor, I hope to give the poor monk a thin face, this fox deserves it, but it is not suitable to kill again!"

Mu Ming frowned, but he hesitated when he saw the Maitreya Buddha statue, after all, it was the Pure Land of Buddhism.

Mrs. Zhang said: "Okay, you old bald donkey, if it weren't for my son's baby protection, we would all be buried here today, and you still protect this fox who is a tiger?"

The old monk was only the size of his thumb, but the expression on his face was clearly visible, and he was sobbing his mouth at this time, but it was difficult to refute between opening his mouth, and finally he had to recite the scriptures silently.

But fortunately, at this time, Master Zhang woke up and said: "Ming'er, let it go, the fox is probably also persecuted, and the old demon of Montenegro can't even deal with the righteousness of being a father, and those beasts are naturally afraid......"

Master Zhang raised his hand and saw that his palms were full of silver needles, and he couldn't help laughing: "That old Taoist priest is not small in other skills, I also saw him use needles to save people back then, I never thought that my son also learned this skill!"

Mu Ming stepped forward, took off the silver needles one by one, and said, "Daddy, do you feel better?"

"It's not much, I used to shout, I ran out of literary energy, and I have to study for a while more in the future!"

The elder is obviously not worried, but when he saw the old monk like that, he was a little regretful, "Master, you have consumed the last of your strength, and your soul is also broken, I'm afraid there is no ** back this time, right?"

There was no joy or sorrow on the face of the monk with a big thumb, "There is cause and effect, and the old demon of Montenegro also became like this because of the ignorance of the poor monk, and he killed a lot of lives, and the poor monk died and could not be redeemed......! Don't enter!"

The old monk was very relieved, and he took the initiative to spread his palm: "The poor monk is holding on to a breath, just to see if the donor is safe and sound, and now it is time for the dust to return to dust, and the earth to the earth!"

Spots of light emanated from his body, and his body seemed to burn, but Kikina pointed a finger, and all those points of light rewinded.

"Little donor...... It's useless, the poor monk has gone to the last strength, hoping to communicate the power of Buddhism, just ......" the old monk said with relief.

However, Mu Ming was chanting and didn't pay attention to it, but the old monk looked stunned when he heard those scriptures, and then muttered: "The supreme scripture of Buddhism "Du Ghost", one of the three Tibetan scriptures, ......"

At this time, the monk's point of light gradually condensed, and his body gradually changed, and finally turned into more than a foot high, and then stabilized, but it was still a soul body.

After reciting the scriptures, Mu Ming felt some pain in his eyebrows, and said to himself, "When did you learn this scripture, why don't you remember?"

Master Zhang was a little surprised when he saw the changes in the old monk, but he didn't think much about it when he thought that his child had taken in the old demon of Montenegro, but he was a little puzzled: "When did the old Taoist priest learn the Buddhist scriptures?"

"But it's good that you're okay, do you want to be reincarnated or something else?" Master Zhang felt that the monk's soul seemed to have become complete, so he asked.

At this time, Mu Ming shook the picture scroll, and in a flash of the picture scroll, a puppet appeared, the size of an ordinary person, and the puppet had no face, but it contained vitality.

"You go in and try it, I feel like you can return the ......" Mu Ming pointed to the monk and looked at the doll again.

However, the old monk said, "This ...... The poor monk is no longer attached to Hongchen, this body is just a skin, ......"

Before the words fell, Mrs. Zhang slapped her face heavily, and then the soul involuntarily fell into the puppet, and said: "It's really hypocritical, my eyes are shining, and I still say so!"

Master Zhang was speechless, even Mu Ming was stunned, but at this time, the puppet on the ground moved, his face squirmed, and he turned into the appearance of an old monk, but he was much younger.

"Ah, it's actually the body of grass and trees, I have heard that someone has a Buddhist lotus root to reshape the body, I can't imagine that the poor monk also has such a creation!" The old monk patted his arm and said with great joy.

However, when he looked up, he found that Mrs. Zhang looked disdainful, and Master Zhang said, "Didn't you say that you don't love Hongchen?"

The monk looked embarrassed, and then said: "There are still countless people in the world who are suffering in the sea of suffering, and they have to wait for the poor monk to take them across the river......"

"Shameless!" Mrs. Zhang showed no mercy, Master Zhang smiled, and Mu Ming said: "Can it still fit?" or cut off some, that arm looks a little long, and the grass and trees are fine, but the consciousness is swallowed, it is a good body!"

The monk hurriedly waved his hand, looked at Mu Ming waving the dagger in his hand, and couldn't help wiping his sweat and said, "How does the little donor know about these things?"

Kikina shook his head, "I feel like I should do this, I don't remember!"

The monk was speechless, stopped talking, and finally looked at Master Zhang, but Mrs. Zhang said: "What are your plans, it's dawn now, let's leave this morning, it's always uncomfortable here!"

Mrs. Zhang looked at a drop of ashes in the distance, a little disgusted.

The monk said: "The cause and effect here are also settled, the poor monk felt in his heart that day, it seems that there is a great Buddhist supernatural person to protect me, otherwise I will not stay in the Buddha statue, if it is convenient, can you take the poor monk a ride, the poor monk has been yearning for the imperial capital for a long time......"

"You just said that you are no longer attached to Hongchen, master, you are guilty of resentment!" Mrs. Zhang interrupted, as if looking at the old monk extremely unpleasantly.

"Amitabha, the donor's words are reasonable, the poor monk has been taught!" the old monk said, but there was a smile in his eyes, but he kept looking at Mu Ming, which made Mu Ming feel extremely strange.

"Then let's go on the road!" Master Zhang said: "I'm fine, don't worry, I just hope that the next journey will be smooth......"

Mu Ming bowed his head and said, "Daddy, don't worry, if there is any evil again, I will take it all in one go!" Mu Ming shook the scroll in his hand, a little complacent.

The old monk said: "Good and good, the son is kind, so can this fox ......?"

"Ming'er, I need a fox fur collar for my mother!" Madame Zhang interrupted again.

However, Mrs. Zhang said: "Madam, the evil spirit in this mountain range is too heavy, don't do it, I'll pick out a few good white fox skins for Madame when I go back!"

"That's it, then forget it, let it go!" Mrs. Zhang spoke, the monk thanked him again, and then exhaled a breath, and the fox woke up, and immediately fled when he saw everyone, but the monk grabbed it and said, "Don't harm people in the future, otherwise the poor monk will kill you even if he goes to hell, eat your flesh, and skin you!"

The family of three was dumbfounded, but the monk resumed his motherly kindness and let go of the fox, and the fox screamed all the way and fled as if he had been pardoned, and it was estimated that he would never be near the temple and the monk again in this life.

"That fox has become a refinement, and the poor monk can only leave an indelible shadow in his heart, otherwise it will definitely follow the path of the old demon of the Black Mountain!" When the monk saw the three of them looking at him, he smiled bitterly and said: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, what's the harm in being a wicked person?"

"What a strange monk, but it seems to make some sense!" Kikina listened, a little puzzled.

Mrs. Zhang touched Mu Ming's head and said, "Don't pay attention to him, an old madman, it is estimated that he has come back from the dead, and he is just a little emotional!"

Master Zhang nodded and said, "Yes, but Ming'er, the monk's body is the old demon of Montenegro, right?"

Mu Ming smiled and said, "What Dad said is not bad, but it is not the old demon of Montenegro, it should be a thousand-year-old vine tree, which has been condensed by the old demon of Montenegro to become a humanoid body." ”

Master Zhang sighed: "The old demon of Montenegro swallowed the body of the monk and took away the soul of the monk, and now the monk has taken the body of the old demon of Montenegro, could it be that there is really a cycle of cause and effect in the dark?"

Mrs. Zhang was disdainful: "What cause and effect, if it wasn't given to him by Ming'er, you see where he came from, you look back and talk to him less, don't be deceived by him to be a monk, an unreliable old bald donkey, his own disciples do evil, eat him all, typical teaching is not strict, the teacher is lazy, self-inflicted, can not live, do not die!"

The father and son were speechless, because of the shock, it seemed that what Mrs. Zhang said also made sense.

"You sit in front with him, and I'll ride with Ming'er!" Mrs. Zhang added, and Master Zhang nodded in response, but the old monk was a little regretful, and just looked at Mu Ming.