I suppressed my thoughts, soared up like an empty sweep, and flew all the way forward.

This is still the border of the country, but it is quite remote, and it is not as prosperous as the country. Although there are various sects within a radius of thousands of miles, none of them have any climate, but they are only a few or dozens of people.

Rukong has never dealt with these sects, and he doesn't want to deal with them at all. He came here only because he had heard of a plague epidemic in the vicinity, and once it was contaminated, the people would seek medical treatment in order to save their lives.

Although the government also summoned people to treat patients, the results were not very good. The ferocity of this plague is different from the epidemic of labor-seeking, and the doctor of the hospital is helpless about it, so he can only try to hang the patient's life.

Those sects are not idle, and most of them give alms to the believers, but it has some effect. It's just that some believers can be cured, and some believers can only be called "half-healed" and can't do it all.

Monk Rukong also had a compassionate heart, and when he heard the news, he rushed here day and night. He has the Dharma inheritance of the Pure Land Buddhism, and it is not difficult to cure diseases and save people.

Although I know that I can't save everyone, it's always better to be able to save one than not to save one.

After flying away for a while, he came to the sky above a small village. He was sensitive, and he heard coughing and crying from the village in the sky.

"It looks like it's plague here too. ”

Rukong made up his mind, fell from the sky, and walked into the village.

Letting go of his nose and ears, he immediately smelled all kinds of smells and heard all kinds of sounds.

In several homes, there is a smell of death that people are dying and there is still life. In the midst of all kinds of sickness, the smell of these dead gases hanging by a thread of vitality is very conspicuous.

Buddhism has six supernatural powers, each with its own subtlety. Although the monk Rukong has not cultivated such supreme magical powers as "his heart pass", "heavenly eye pass" and "leakage pass", he has also cultivated all kinds of wonderful uses for each of the six senses.

When the vitality of the human body is about to be broken, there will be a dead air lingering around the body. In the immortal path, it can be seen by the method of looking at qi. In Buddhism, you can recognize the smell of death with your nose and see the rise and fall of your physical organs with your eyes.

With a slight force under his feet, the monk swept out of the sky and came to the door of a house.

Standing in front of the door, you can hear the faint cry coming from this family's home. The cry was faint, and the people who wanted to come to this family also knew that the patient on the sickbed would soon die.

The first to come to this house was also because the monk Rukong sensed the strongest smell of death from this house.

"Dangdangdang" knocked on the door a few times, waited a few breaths, and the monk did not hear the movement of someone coming to answer the door, so he secretly said "reckless", stretched out his hand to the chai door and slapped it, and broke in.

He took out the bowl he had with him, filled a bowl of water in the water tank in the courtyard, and loudly proclaimed: "Amitabha!

As he spoke, the monk walked towards the room.

Someone heard the movement and walked out of the room, just in time to bump into the monk Rukong. At first sight, the man's face immediately changed.

Rukong is not accustomed to the world, and he cannot tell what this man's face means. After saluting him with one palm, he went into the room as soon as he was empty.

"Master, Master......"

The man's face was shocked, his hands were folded, and he stopped in front of Rukong: "Master, if you have a send, just give orders, and don't disturb the people who have been lying on the sick bed for a long time." ”

Hearing this sentence without beginning or end, it made Rukong feel quite strange: "Why did the donor say this? The poor monk has nothing to disturb, but is just here to save people." ”

announced a Buddha name, and the empty monk said: "Donor, human life is at stake, the poor monk is reckless, please also invite Haihan." If anything, wait until the life is saved. ”

After speaking, Rukong waved away his robe, gently brushed the person, and pushed the person aside with a soft force that he couldn't resist.

He shouted "Donors, please let me go!" and walked into the room, pushing aside all the people who were standing next to each other in the room.

"Oh, this, this, this ......" stopped in front of the door, and was pushed aside by Rukong The person who saw Rukong breaking into the room, his face suddenly wrinkled, and the sorrow in his heart was self-evident.

When he pushed the crowd away from him, he came to the bed, and saw a young man lying on the bed. The young man's face is sallow, his eye sockets are deep, his cheeks are inverted, and he only has the qi coming out, and there is no qi in, and his life is only in the snap of his fingers.

"Amitabha!"

Rukong shouted a Buddha horn, holding the bowl in one hand, and standing on top of the bowl with one hand erecting a single palm in the other.

He had words in his mouth, and the golden light in his palm was overflowing, like honey, constantly sliding from his palm to the bowl.

When the golden light enters the water, it disappears without a trace, and becomes one with the clear water. It's just that as the golden light continues to fall, the clear water gradually no longer looks like water, but like a cloud of mist.

Everyone in the room suddenly broke in, and their faces were angry. But after seeing his outfit clearly, no one dared to say anything, so he could only grit his teeth secretly and glare angrily behind the sky.

Where did Rukong know what was going on behind him? Even if he knew, he wouldn't have time to care about it at the moment.

More than a dozen breaths, like a bowl of clear water in an empty hand, has turned into a watery mist. And his complexion turned three points whiter because of this.

Seeing that the spell had been completed, Rukong did not hesitate, and announced the Buddha's horn in a low voice, sprinkling a bowl full of mist on the sickbed!

"Ahh

"Oops!"

"And ...... Master!"

This shot caused the onlookers to scream. Even if they tried to hold their minds, they didn't expect that Rukong would do such a thing.

Rukong didn't look back, and shouted in a low voice: "Don't be impatient, the poor monk has his own confidence in his heart!"

There was a strange power in his voice that made people trust, and although the content of what he said was not completely reassuring, everyone in the room was determined by this sentence.

This is the wonderful method of Buddhism to clear the mind and calm the mind. It is used at this moment to set everyone's minds.

The mist left the bowl and turned into a loose patch and fell on the young man. The mist did not stain the bedding and clothes of the young people, but penetrated directly without showing the slightest trace of water.

After the mist was completely submerged in the young man's body, it was only a few dozen breaths, and the young man's face flushed, his throat surged, and he spat out a mouthful of black blood with a "wow".

Rukong had already prepared, and a piece of golden light spilled out from his hand, enveloping this pool of black blood in the golden light. Then the golden light turned, and the black blood was refined cleanly, and there was not a drop left.

"Ah......h

After spitting out this mouthful of black blood, the young man on the sickbed let out a breath and whispered, "I don't have any strength in my body...... Hungry...... It's very uncomfortable. ”

An old man on the side woke up from a dream and shouted, "Quick, hurry, hurry!

Everyone in the room suddenly became busy, and one by one they received hazy tears: although the patient was still very weak, he could speak and know that he was hungry, which was already a great joy and a hope of survival.

Everyone in the room was busy one by one, and no one paid attention to the empty monk for a while. He didn't say a word, exhaled a low breath, and walked out the door.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he heard someone behind him shouting: "Master, master!"

Monk Rukong looked back and saw that it was the old man who was guarding in front of the sickbed who greeted him. He nodded and saluted with one palm: "What does the donor command?"

"The master is serious, serious. ”

The old man said two words in a row, and the joy on his face gradually fell. He frowned and pondered for a moment, sighed, and said: "Master, dogs can only survive by relying on masters, and the little old man is grateful to Dade and will never dare to forget." But the little old man dared to ask, how many times does the dog have to be cured before it can be completely cured?"

This question is very strange, but the monk Rukong also answered honestly: "As long as the donor recuperates for half a month and does not see anyone contaminated with the epidemic, he will be cured." The poor monk has cured Linglang, as long as he is not affected by the wind and cold, he can recuperate quietly for half a month and a month. ”

When the old man heard this, his face became even more ugly, and he said in a low voice: "I was cured once, and I was cured once...... It's a clean ......."

Monk Rukong listened unclear and asked, "Donor, what did you say?"

"Hey!"

The old man sighed and said to Monk Rukong: "Master, the little old man doesn't have much money at home. If you have a fancy to it, just take it, as long as the little old man and his family are there, all the houses and floating wealth will be at the disposal of the master. ”

"This ...... It's ......"

Monk Rukong was stunned when he heard this, and then hurriedly said: "Donor, the poor monk has no intention of money, just to save people." All the benefactor's goods belong to the donor, and the poor monk is a monk, so he also uses the goods he wants. ”

"Lian...... Don't even want the money?"

The old man went limp, and sat on the ground, his face ashen. He looked at the monk Rukong, his eyes blank: "Master...... The little old man's family doesn't have a female dependent who matches the master! The master is merciful to the Buddha, and the Buddha is merciful!"

By the end, the old man was already choked up, and there was a cry in his words.

"This ......"

Although the monk does not know the world, he is not a stupid person. When he saw this, he knew that there was a reason in it that he did not know.

Picking up the old man who was sitting on the ground, the monk said: "Donor, the poor monk is a monk, compassion is the foundation, and saving people's lives is also a matter of course. Poor monks save people, not for money, let alone for women. If the giver is grateful, the poor monk only asks for a vegetarian meal. If it is not possible, the poor monk will not force it. ”

"It's just...... The poor monk has something to say, and he hopes that the donor will give him some advice. ”

The old man looked at the monk Rukong suspiciously, and said, "Master, you say." ”

Rukong nodded and asked, "Donor, before the poor monk came here, there were other Buddhist disciples who came?"

This sentence was asked to the root knot, and the old man looked at Rukong for a while, then pondered for a while, and then went to see Monk Rukong.

I don't know how many thoughts passed through the old man's heart, so he nodded and said, "That's true." Before the master, there were indeed high-ranking monks and masters. ”

"I see......"

Monk Rukong squinted slightly, and his face was murderous. Although he had already understood seven or eight points in his heart, he made a final request to the old man: "When those people came, they threatened to treat Ling Lang, asking for money and even ...... Ladies and daughters?"

The word "female dependent" was said by the monk Rukong through gritted teeth.

"Hi ......"

The old man didn't say anything, just sighed and shook his head slightly.

"Good, good, good!"

Rukong saluted the old man and said, "Donor, the poor monk will go and save the lives of other people first! When the matter is done, he will come to disturb the donor, and ask the donor to explain the matter to the poor monk." ”

After speaking, the monk Rukong whispered a Buddha horn, turned around and walked out of the courtyard. In a flash, it was a hundred feet away, and it was another house.