After a busy morning, Rukong cured all the sick in the village.

The disease is unusual, extremely difficult to eradicate and difficult to detect before it occurs. There are many villagers in this village who are covered with plague, but have not yet broken out, and they have all been cured one by one.

When he had done everything, he returned to the old man's house when he was at mealtime.

"Master ......"

The old man had been waiting by the door, and when he saw that Rukong was back, he hurriedly greeted him: "The meal has been prepared for the master, the poor mountains are remote, and the meal is not fine, please don't dislike it." ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Rukong nodded and returned home with the old man.

This meal is also really simple, with only one bread and a bowl of mixed vegetables. The food of the rest of the old man's family is just a bowl of mixed vegetable soup and a piece of rough flour cake.

Rukong saw the situation in his eyes, and secretly said in his heart: "Reckless, you shouldn't have asked for this meal." ”

He was not a wandering monk who was well versed in world affairs, so he thought of the current situation in a hurry, but he couldn't do it now, and he didn't say much if he was empty.

After eating, he took out a piece of silver and handed it to the old man: "Ling Lang still needs to recuperate a lot, and he needs to be replenished." This little silver tael, the right to be a poor monk a little congratulatory gift, congratulations to Ling Lang Shen to recover. ”

When Rukong left southern Xinjiang, he had a lot of money on him, and he could not afford to spend money to support ordinary wealthy families for several years. This matter does not need to be ordered by Xu Qi personally, it is done by the demon clan. Rukong also knew that walking in the world was a place to make money, and he did not refuse.

"This, this, this...... I can't help it, I can't help it!" the old man waved his hand again and again, not taking the money.

"The old benefactor doesn't have to be polite. ”

Rukong put the silver on the table, and turned to the old man and asked, "Old donor, the poor monk asked before if there were any other Buddhist disciples who came, but there were other things to do, and I didn't hear the old donor say in detail. Now, please also ask the donor to tell the poor monk the whole story of the matter, and teach the poor monk to understand. ”

There were many others on the side, and their faces changed when they heard Rukong's words. Several of them glanced at the old man, and seemed to be quite taboo about this issue.

"What kind of grimace are you doing? Get out, get out, get out!"

The old man reprimanded the others, then walked to the door, closed the door tightly, and then sat back in his seat: "The master has a deep favor in my family, since he asked about this matter, how dare the little old man shirk it? The weight of it, the master must know in his heart. ”

Rukong said: "The poor monk's life is like duckweed, and he doesn't care. The life of the old benefactor must be safe, and the poor monk can guarantee this. ”

"If only the master knew the weight. ”

The old man nodded and said, "Not long ago, the dog was infected with the plague, and every day is not as good as it is getting better. The little old man sought medical advice for the dog, but he couldn't cure him, so he could only reluctantly hang himself, seeing that the situation was getting more and more hopeless. ”

"At that time, several monks came and said that they could heal the dogs, but they just needed some goods. Xiao Lao'er also has some floating wealth in his family, even if he is bankrupt, he still wants to save the dog. So he begged the monks to cure the plague for the dogs. ”

"Those monks also have some means to cure diseases. After using some means, the dog immediately got better and got better. Those monks asked for half of the floating wealth of the little old man's family as a consultation fee, and the little old man gave it happily. ”

Speaking of this, the old man showed resentment: "It's just that I never expected that after those monks accepted the consultation fee, they said that the dog had not recovered, but only postponed." If you want to cure it, you need to treat it three more times before you can completely eradicate it. ”

"This kind of thing, Xiao Lao'er didn't expect. But for the sake of the dog's life, he can only agree. ”

The old man sighed and did not continue.

Rukong asked, "What happened?"

"After two more treatments, those monks saw that the little old man couldn't come up with enough money, so they didn't care. The old man shook his head and said: "Every time they treat a disease, they have to collect half of the floating wealth of the little old man's family as a consultation fee, and three times in a row, they don't think the money is enough, regardless of the life and death of the dog." ”

Seeing that Rukong frowned and looked at himself, seemingly puzzled, the old man explained: "Little Lao'er will make an analogy for the master...... If the little old man had a floating fortune of one hundred taels of silver, they took fifty taels the first time, and another twenty-five taels for the second time they were cured. The third time he was cured, he took the whole and took away thirteen taels of silver. They did not look down on the money that was left, so they ceased to heal the sick. ”

The old man pointed to the empty room and said, "It's not that the little old man is stingy, it's really powerless. There were originally some tables, chairs, and furnishings in this room, and there were pigs, sheep, chickens and ducks at home, and even some stored grain, which were sold by Xiao Lao'er for money. But it wasn't enough, it wasn't enough for the monks. ”

The old man smiled miserably and said, "If the little old man sells the homestead and sells all the rations, he may barely meet the requirements of those monks." But if that's the case, the little old man's family will have no way out. In between, the little old man ......"

In the end, the old man couldn't talk anymore.

On one side is his own son, and on the other side is the life of the whole family. The old man made a choice between the two, and naturally there was great pain.

Rukong didn't speak, just waited for the old man to continue.

His heart was surging, and there was a sense of anger that had nowhere to vent. Now that the old man has said this, as a disciple of Buddhism, he is really gloomy and unable to answer.

"Some of them are in the same situation as Xiao Lao'er's family, and they have used some thought to deceive those monks, saying that they have enough money. When the monks had healed the man, they stretched out their hands and asked for money. If it is short, they will kill people, and they will not stop until they kill all the families. ”

The old man had a look of fear on his face: "There are five families in this village, a total of thirty-eight people, all of whom died at the hands of those monks because of this. I wanted to save a person's life, but the family involved didn't have a chance to live...... Alas......"

"Good, good. ”

Rukong gritted his teeth slightly and asked, "What happened to those female dependents?"

The old man shook his head and said, "What a sin...... Do evil. Some families in the village really don't have money, but if they have female dependents in the family, they can use the female dependents to pay for the consultation. It doesn't all depend on whether it's voluntary or not, but also on the minds of the monks. If there are handsome women, they will ...... They insulted their daughters, and whether there were any sick people in the family, and whether they were cured afterwards or not all depended on their minds. If you dare to resist, you will be killed, and there will be no good end. ”

Rukong finally couldn't bear it anymore, gritted his teeth and whispered: "What a group of dog thieves, what a big dog guts!"

After trying to calm down, the monk asked, "What are those fanatics doing to dress?

"I did. The old man nodded and said, "When they left, they said that they were monks from Longxiang Temple. If someone leaks the news and they know about it, they will come back and kill people. ”

"Dragon Elephant Temple ......"

Rukong thought about it in his mind, but he didn't have much of an impression. He nodded, and asked, "How many days have those people been gone?"

The old man said: "Counting today, it is exactly five days. Where they went, Xiao Lao'er really didn't know, but he heard the news in the past few days, saying that there was such a thing in the neighboring village in the south. ”

"Good, good. ”

Ru Hollow thought about it for a while, nodded, and asked, "Old donor, the poor monk wants to ask more." Are all these things you said true? But you can see them with your own eyes, and there are no false things?"

The old man said: "They killed people with their own hands, and the little old man didn't see it, but he saw the more than 30 people buried in the funeral, and I also saw them kidnapping their female dependents." The master has a life-saving grace in my family, and the little old man does not dare to lie in front of the master. ”

"That's fine. ”

Rukong stood up, saluted the old man with one palm, and said, "Old donor, there are not many poor monks left." The poor monk already knows about this matter, so he will definitely investigate it clearly and have an explanation. What the old benefactor and the poor monk said, only the poor monk and the donor know, the poor monk will never leak this matter, and please rest assured that the old benefactor can rest assured. ”

"Master, Master......"

When the old man heard Rukong say this, his face was worried: "Master, do you want to reason with those people? But those people come and go, and there are many people, and it is really ...... for you to reason with them alone, Master."

"The old donors don't have to worry, although they are numerous, but the poor monks ......"

Rukong was about to say that his strength was not weak and he was not afraid of many people, but after thinking about it, the old man couldn't understand what was going on, so he changed his words and said: "The poor monk is not a monk who has no support in the wandering side, but a pure ......."

He was going to habitually say that he was a disciple of the Pure Land Buddhism Sect, but before he could say it, he knew that he was wrong.

After a slight pause, Rukong remembered an identity that could reassure the old man: "The poor monk is a general in the imperial court. If they rely on the strength of the crowd and do not reason with the poor monks, the poor monks can also find manpower, and they will not suffer. ”

"Original...... It turned out to be a government ...... ......"

The old man opened his mouth, a little stunned, and didn't know how to call it empty.

This monk is a member of the general of the imperial court, so should he be called an official or a master?

After opening his mouth and stammering for a while, the old man changed the question: "I don't know which general the master works for? The master has the grace of life in my family, and the general who serves the master is also kind to the whole family of Xiao Lao'er, and I hope the master can give a name." ”

Rukong said: "That general's name is Xu Qingzhi, and he is the general of the imperial court. ”

The old man nodded and said, "Xu Qingzhi, General Xu, the master is Master Rukong...... Okay, good, little old man wrote it down. ”

"The old benefactor, the poor monk will not stay much. Later, when the matter was ascertained, the poor monk came to bother the old benefactor again. ”

Saluted the old man, pushed open the door as empty, and walked out.

Outside the courtyard was full of crowded people, all of whom knew that Rukong had come here and was talking to the old man, so they were all waiting outside the courtyard and did not dare to disturb.

Seeing Rukong appearing, I don't know who shouted: "Thank you Rukong for your life-saving grace!"

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of the monk Rukong!"

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of the monk Rukong!"

"Thank you for the life-saving grace of the monk Rukong!"

......

Rukong listened to the words of thanks, sighed in his heart, and pronounced a Buddha name: "Amitabha." ”

Then, it rose into the air and flew away amid the exclamations of everyone.

There was a fire burning in his heart, almost burning his quiet Buddha heart.

Rukong had to do everything he could to find those monks.