At 9 a.m., the fever subsided.

After Jiang Wuji's consent, the aunt went to go through the transfer procedures.

When a person tries to prove that he is not mentally ill, the people around him tend to think that he is a severely mentally ill person.

Jiang Wujian is very clear about this truth.

Although I didn't want to go to a mental hospital, I knew that I didn't get sick, but now this has become force majeure.

If you can't live or die, and you have or resist psychiatric treatment, it will only make things more cumbersome, and it will also make your aunt more haggard, sad and painful......

Anyway, even if you go to a mental hospital, there is a way to prove that you are cured.

Jiang Wujian doesn't have any dangerous tendencies now, and the transfer process also takes time, so today is still free.

After eating at noon, the aunt probed Jiang Wuji's forehead and asked, "How do you feel?" ”

Jiang Wuji: "I am full of energy, but I have been lying down for a long time, and my whole body is uncomfortable." ”

"What about going out and getting some air?" Auntie said with a smile.

Jiang Wujian smiled bitterly: "Aren't you afraid that I will suddenly get sick outside?" ”

"Oh, why are you so sad! Didn't they all say there was no problem? ”

"And there are many kinds of mental problems, you are not manic, I took you out to let off the wind when you were hospitalized before." The aunt patted her chest.

Jiang Che: "Let the wind go? ”

Auntie: "It's just shopping, shopping, hehe." ”

Jiang Wujian squinted: "Then why do I smell a smell of conspiracy." ”

The aunt pursed her lips and pinched Jiang Wuji's face, and said, "Okay, I'll tell you the truth." ”

"There's a Buddhist temple next to here, it's very spiritual! When you were still in the hospital before, the doctors tried a lot of ways but couldn't alleviate your symptoms, and then I went there to burn incense and worship the Buddha, and it didn't take long for you to get better. ”

"Superstition." Jiang Wuxi pursed his lips.

How can this be called superstition? This is called rather believing in what it has than believing in what it doesn't have~"

"Let's go? Let's go~" The aunt shook Jiang Wuji's hand.

……

At 2 p.m., the sun was scorching.

Jiang Wuxi and his aunt came to the Buddhist temple three kilometers away.

The temple is not big, but the few Bodhi trees in the courtyard are huge and tall.

The incense in the shadow hall is continuous, and it deserves to be worshipped more.

Pilgrims come and go, even on a hot day.

Cigarette smoke fills the air, and the ears linger with chanting sutras and chanting Buddha.

Coming to the center of the temple, a "Daxiong Treasure Hall" attracted all the attention of Jiang Wuji.

Stepping over the threshold, a big Buddha wearing black beads, dignified and kind, with two ears and shoulders full of vigor, appeared in front of him.

Jiang Wujian didn't know much about this, but his intuition told him that this was the Buddha, after all, it was the C position.

Next to it is the eighteen Arhat Guanyin Bodhisattva and other Buddha statues, the upper reaches of the stone pillar dragon flying phoenix, the whole hall is majestic and solemn.

Jiang Wuxi was surprised that there would be so many Buddha statues enshrined in this small temple.

The believers bowed down and prayed, and the incense was signed.

Every pilgrim who came here was very religious, and at the same time, Jiang Wujian also saw the red, green, and green tickets, which were constantly stuffed into the merit box one after another.

The little monk next to the stone pillar pulled down the oil lamp from time to time to help the pilgrims refuel.

At this time, a monk who looked white and pure walked up to Jiang Wuji's side and clasped his palms together: "Buddhism lighting oil lamps is to light the lamp of the heart, and it is also to convey one's sincerity to the Buddha, representing the light of wisdom of the Dharma, which can illuminate the ignorance and darkness in the center of sentient beings." ”

"In the past, there were no electric lights, so using oil lamps and offering lamps in front of the Buddha was a great merit benefit."

"Merit benefits?"

Jiang Wujian glanced at those pious pilgrims and asked, "Then master, do you say that they are kneeling to worship the Buddha, or are they their own desires?" ”

The monk was slightly stunned, then smiled, and just wanted to answer Jiang Wuji's question but was interrupted by his aunt's voice.

"No disease, worship Buddha."

"Yo, good master." The aunt carried a bag of incense candles and folded them at the monk.

The monk replied: "The little monk is called Jueming." ”

"Oh, Master Jueming, is there no illness that is causing you trouble?" Auntie asked.

Jueming shook his head and smiled: "The female benefactor is not strange, she is just a little confused, and she needs to be answered by the little monk." ”

"Confused?" The aunt looked at Jiang Wuji, and her eyes seemed to be questioning.

"Nothing." Jiang Wuji sneered, wanting to turn the page on this matter as soon as possible.

After all, it is indeed very rude to say those words in this place, and it is more or less sick.

Ran Jueming said: "The Bodhisattva burns incense, and he is good at himself, and he can solve his confusion." ”

"Oh, thank you, master, then master, let's go burn incense first." Jiang Wujian was perfunctory.

However, Jueming was a little reluctant, deliberately blocking the way of the two, and asked, "The little monk has already answered your question, can you answer the little monk's question now?" ”

Jiang Wuxi frowned: "What? ”

Jueming: "The little monk wants to know, what are you doing in our Buddhist temple as a Taoist cultivator?" ”

"Dao Xiu? What Taoism? My family has no illness and I am not a Taoist priest. Displeasure also appeared on the aunt's face.

However, Jiang Wuji's face was frightened, his pupils constricted, and he stared at the little monk in front of him who looked about his age.

"How do you know I'm a Taoist?" Jiang Wujian asked in a deep voice.

My aunt's face froze: "Are you a Taoist priest?" How did I not know? When did you become a Taoist?! ”

Jue Ming smiled but did not speak.

Jiang Wuji suddenly reached out and grabbed Jueming's wrist and shouted, "Say!" How do you know! Say!! ”

This voice attracted many surprised glances.

"No disease!"

"Let it go! Let it go, no problem! ”

"Sorry to bother you, sorry to bother you!"

"No !!" Auntie's anxious tears are about to come out.

She is very clear about Jiang Wuji's condition, whether Jiang Wuji was hospitalized before or later discharged, she is taking care of it.

But now, she realizes that she was very wrong!

The condition of no disease is different from before! It's completely different!

Blood streaks climbed and spread in Jiang Wuji's eyes.

But Jueming was still tepid and sarcastic: "Taoist priest, really not as good as my Buddhist disciple." ”

"Say whatever you want."

"Tell me, how did you know I was a Taoist!"

"Are you in there, aren't you !!?"

At this moment, several tall monks hurried over.

Jueming, who was arrogant a second ago, saw them like a mouse seeing a cat, and ran away!

However, before he could run a few steps, he was stopped by the monks and set up.

Thin little Jueming struggled and laughed at Jiang Wuji: "Hahaha! Stinky Taoist! I'll never tell you! ”

"Boundless Dharma, laugh and look at the foolishness, Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate, hahaha! Bullshit! Hahaha! ”

Jiang Wuji wanted to catch up, but at this time, the high fever recurred, dizziness, and weakness.

The feeling of weakness was like a flood, menacing, engulfing him in an instant.

At this moment, the abbot in his robe walked in through the door.

He stood at the gate and folded himself to all the people in the temple.

"Don't blame the donors."

"Jueming is an abandoned baby adopted by Lao Wei, he was born an idiot, and he had a bad fate, and he sneaked out today, which frightened the donors."

"No wonder, Amitabha."

"Idiot? Mentally ill? No! He's not! Jiang Wujian roared with all his might.

But as the world swirled, he fell to the ground with tears in his eyes.

In a blurred field of vision.

Auntie tears in her eyes.

The surrounding Buddha statues showed a strange smile.

The oil lamp hung high, the fire was green.

……