Late at night, it was pitch black and there were no fingers.

The mid-levels garden built by Baochai of Jiming Temple for himself is brightly lit.

Seven or eight first-class masters were meditating and meditating in the garden, and there were a few old monks talking to a young man.

"Little donor, I don't know how Miss Xue was injured?"

The face of the old man of Zen De was full of sorrow, this injury he had never seen before, it seemed to be unremarkable, but there was a feminine momentum that was constantly squeezing Baochai's will to survive.

"It was a wounded man named "Ghost Eagle", and Master Jean also died at his hands, and I was lucky enough to escape. ”

"Hmm...... Far enough......"

Master Zende seemed to be very slow to react, and he had to chew every word for a long time.

"Alas, I'm old, the best healing medicine left by Master Zhitong in our temple has also been given to Master Xue Shi, and now I can only look at the will of heaven!"

He's just a first-class master.

There is no way to get rid of this injury.

There are no internal injuries, no external injuries, this should be an injury between soul damage and mental damage, and it is not at all something that a first-class master can solve through pills.

"Amitabha, abbot, you're trying to figure out a way! This Xue Shizhu can't have anything to do! ”

Liu Xianglian was not in a hurry, and the abbot's assistant was in a hurry.

"Zen, don't be impatient!"

"Senior Brother Chande, Master Xue, something, the thousands of monks in our temple can only drink the northwest wind naked in winter! If you don't see it yourself, launch our fellow Daoists! This is a major event related to the life and death of our Jiming Temple for thousands of years! ”

The abbot's assistant is not used to the abbot at all, they are all first-class masters, and he is still a few years younger.

"Is it so serious?"

Master Zende's eyes narrowed slightly, and suddenly opened.

"Of course, you always meditate and meditate every day to understand the Dharma! If you don't know that firewood and rice are expensive, we will spend nearly seventy percent of the sesame oil money on the joint payment of Master Zhitong, and we will send this year's amount to the family with our disciples.

Now he points to Miss Xue's bodhisattva's heart and helps us to survive the winter.

Now that Miss Xue has three longs and two shorts, I can't be in this house! ”

Zen Xing said that he was about to pick and choose, but Chan De hurriedly stopped: "Senior brother, I know that it is not easy for you, and you are doing your best for Jiming Temple." Senior brother can't help it, it doesn't mean that Master Huikong can't help it! Yuantong, go and invite Master Huikong. ”

The joint payment paid by Jiming Temple is the protection fee for the great monk Zhitong.

The great monk of Zhitong wants to make his good name known to the world, if there is no money, how can he make it?

So he carried out such a mutually beneficial activity with many monasteries with financial resources.

"Yes, Huikong! Master Zhitong is a grandmaster-level master, and there must be a way. ”

Liu Xianglian was now anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and for the first time he felt that he was so powerless.

"Xiao Linzi...... Xiaolinzi! ”

Liu Xianglian was startled, Baochai woke up?

"I'm here! I'm here! ”

Liu Xianglian hurriedly came to the couch, but found that Baochai was still in a coma.

"Little benefactor, Miss Xue, is deeply confused and urgently needs healing now! He won't wake up at all in a short time, but the little donor seems to have a good relationship with Miss Xue. I don't know if the little donor is willing to save Miss Xue? ”

"Master Zende, if you have any way, just say it! Don't be sloppy with me anymore. ”

"Young Master Liu, as long as you are willing to tell the poor monk the truth about the ghost eagle coming to my Jiming Temple to commit murder, the poor monk may have a way to resolve Miss Xue's calamity."

Young Master Liu?

This old monk knows his own details.

"Master Zende, do you mean that the Ghost Eagle was instructed by me?"

"No, although Gongzi is the son of Yan Yunhou and can inherit Yan Yunhou's bloodline, he can't inherit Yan Yunhou's subordinates! Especially the unruly ghost eagle. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Amitabha, the abbot of Zen means that the bell must be tied to the bell! Since Miss Xue was injured by the ghost eagle, and Liu Gongzi was able to retreat in front of the ghost eagle, I think he still has a little bit of Anxi Hou's affection. ”

"Zen Master Huikong, you are here! Please see the woman's injuries. ”

Chan De gave up his position, and Huikong stepped forward a few steps, and gasped at a glance.

"This is a demonic spirit, which can grind people's minds!"

"Evil spirits?"

"My master, Master Zhitong, once treated a general who was attacked by a ghost eagle in Jining Mansion, and I was fortunate to see it! This poison is the most vicious, it can grind people's minds and make people change their minds! Today, I am afraid that the only person who can relieve this evil qi is my master, Master Zhitong, except for the ghost eagle himself! ”

"Master Zhitong? Where he is, I will go and find him, and whatever he wants, I will give it to him. Miss Bao has a lot of money, and she will definitely repay the master. ”

Huikong feigned anger and said: "Where does Lord Liu say this, my master is the most helpful and rescued, in order to save Lord Liu, the Great Returning Dan that has been refined for several years has been subdued by Lord Liu, and now he is using copper smelly things to defile my master, what is the reason." ”

Liu Xianglian really didn't know that he had eaten Master Zhitong's Da Huandan.

And he didn't know that this big Dan was not the other big Dan, and he cherished it countless times more than the Shaolin Da Dan that he remembered to be able to increase his strength.

But after all, he received the favor of others, and he bowed his hand and said: "Master Huikong misunderstood, but I am too worried about my friend." As far as I know, there are no less than 10,000 people who rely on Bao Girl to eat, and saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, and saving Bao Girl is saving the livelihood of thousands of people.

The master's merits are immeasurable, the kid is not talented, and he is willing to set up a golden body for Master Zhitong! ”

"Really?"

Huikong was happy when he heard it.

Master Zhitong's Tao is that you need to be famous, you need faith, if you want to establish a golden body, you not only need huge financial resources, but also you have to have a place and connections, or where do you build?

"Really, I have admired Master Zhitong for a long time, even if it is you, Master Huikong, I have admired you for a long time! If there is no basis for my words, please come with me. ”

"Oh?"

Huikong followed Liu Xianglian in a daze, not knowing what Liu Xianglian wanted to do, curious and confused.

He has seen a lot of people who shoot the sycophants of Master Zhitong, and it is not for nothing that people compliment themselves and their senior brothers.

But so solemn, Liu Xianglian, who made a lot of fanfare, was the first.

Liu Xianglian casually took a paintbrush and said, "Please Master Huikong blindfold me!" ”

"Good!"

Hui Kong has some guesses in his heart, but seeing is believing!

He acted according to the plan, and made Liu Xianglian's eyes three layers of outer three layers of blindness tight.

"Lord Liu, please!?"

Whew!

Liu Xianglian's brush is like flying, a dragon and snake.

The shadows of the pen flew on the drawing paper, and the mouths of the surrounding monks, including Master Huikong, grew bigger and bigger.

"Miracle, miracle!"

Master Huikong muttered praise.

A Buddha with a nine-point resemblance to Master Huikong, with a compassionate look on his face with low eyebrows and a compassionate face, appeared on the drawing paper in detail.

"Master Huikong, since I learned about your deeds, my boy, I have always admired you, and every minute and every second of your expression is recalled in my mind. I am your faithful follower! ”

"The deeds of the poor monk? What are the deeds of the poor monks? ”

Monk Huikong was very curious, he and Huichan were basically tools used by Master Zhitong, and even before he became a monk, he was a thief with extremely clever means.

Could it be that this kid is talking about his past deeds?

"Master Huikong, every time I talk about Buddhism with Master Zhitong, I am not arrogant or impatient, I am willing to surrender myself to green leaves, and the world's eyes can not be shaken.

Whoever doesn't admire such a character as the master, I suspect that he is a hell Shura. ”

Liu Xianglian opened the blindfolded black cloth and looked at Huikong with a look of adoration.

As the saying goes, a thousand wear it, but you don't wear it.

What's more, this kind of empirical sycophancy?

"Good, good! Lord Liu, you are really a good believer in my Buddhism, if you have plans to become a monk in the future, you must come to my White Horse Temple! ”

"Uh...... Master Huikong, let's study first, how to save Miss Xue. She has always praised the master for your virtue and cultivation, in addition to wanting to set up a golden body for Master Zhitong, she also wants to set up a golden body for Master Huikong, but she is shy in her pocket, if Miss Xue can sponsor it, she will get twice the result with half the effort! ”

Master Huikong touched his bald head and said with joy on his face: "Master Liu, small things, these are all small things!" Abbot of Zende! ”

"The poor monk is here."

"Gather the first-class masters in the temple to come and cross the air for Miss Xue and suppress the evil qi! You and I are here, using the Dharma to ward off evil spirits! Liu Gongzi, there is a BMW behind this temple that the believers offer to cover the snow, you take it to the capital together, please come to my teacher! ”

"To the capital?"

Shangjing is more than 1,000 kilometers away from Jinling, and I don't know if Baochai can bear it.

As if seeing Liu Xianglian's worries, Huikong smiled and said: "Master Liu don't have to worry too much, I am a master of Zhitong, Buddhism is mysterious, and I have compassion, as long as you set off quickly now, you should be able to return within seven days!"

Suppressing the evil spirit for seven days, although our skills are shallow, it is not enough to suppress the evil spirit for seven days.

Hurry up! ”

The abbot of Zende acted according to the plan, and soon everything was carried out in an orderly manner.

"Master Huikong, Miss Xue's family, I also ask a few masters to send letters as appropriate, so as not to cause more incidents."

"Amitabha, don't worry, go!"

On Jilong Mountain, the soldiers surrounding the temple had just retreated, a knight beat his horse and galloped, and the horse stepped on the snow with four hooves, and raised his whip to crack the air.

Running to the bottom of the mountain road, a thousand-year-old strange pine, there was a whimpering sound, a song of Jin Ge Iron Horse liver and intestines broken, and the remnant sun robe Ze was all loyal!

seems to be seeing off Liu Xianglian, and it seems to be pouring the death knell for the dynasty.

The wind and dust are blowing, and the night wind is blowing.

"Good horse, hurry up, get to the capital, find you a Beijing girl! Be sure to save Sister Bao, otherwise the pepper and ginger cooking wine will be served! Whether you eat fragrant and drink spicy food, or become ejiao, it's up to you! Drive! Syllable! ”