Before the words fell, he leaned down and bowed first.

And the onlookers have begun to gradually retreat, and they didn't run away on the spot, which is already a great face for him.

The yellow-robed Taoist priest seemed to be blind, and he didn't care about the changes around him at all.

Three knocks and nine bows, five bodies to the ground, none of them are bad.

Finally, when he stood up, he turned to the crowd and bowed slightly.

"Good men believe in women, don't look good."

The yellow-robed Taoist priest flashed away, revealing the Yin Boy: "You think it is the bones of a dead man, but you don't know that the holy monk can sit and become immortal."

"What you see is a true bodhisattva in the flesh!"

"Jiuhua Mountain, the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth is thrown in the jar!"

"Venerable Miao Jixiang is still on Mount Wutai!"

……

The yellow-robed Taoist priest spoke impassionedly, and his eyebrows were full of pride, which was comparable to the inaugural speeches of some dignitaries.

And the onlookers were gradually moved by him, and when someone leaned down and began to worship, the people behind began to follow.

I roared and burned when I saw this scene, and I only felt a pain at the root of my teeth, and then I spitted.

Half of the back molars appeared on my hand.

Ji Canghai was shocked: "Your teeth are all crushed?"

"Go back!"

Perhaps, Chen Changming's people have inherited his mouth.

The mouth that can tell the dead alive!

Before I could take the first step, I just felt that the world was spinning, and then it was dark in front of me, and I was no longer conscious.

By the time I woke up, I was on the second floor of the teahouse.

Everyone gathered around me, and the moment I opened my eyes, I could clearly hear them breathe.

Uncle Ya looked at the old man next to him and said hurriedly, "When the person wakes up, it should be fine, right?"

The old man put away the medicine box and nodded, "It's okay to be in a hurry."

"It's just that the patient is already at the age of the blood and qi, and he can't use the liver fire anymore recently, and these five organs can't bear it!"

"Click."

The old man put the box away and straddled it on his shoulder: "Take medicine according to my prescription, and contact me at any time if you have any questions."

Seeing off the old man, Uncle Ya entered the house and opened the window, and the slightly moist air poured into the house.

"So angry?"

Uncle Ya put his hands behind his back, looked out the window, and asked softly.

I gritted my teeth and chose to avoid: "Maybe I'm too tired lately, just get some sleep, it's nothing."

"Man is like a bucket, if you pour water into it, it will explode sooner or later."

Uncle Tooth withdrew his gaze and turned to look at me sideways, "I mean, people need catharsis."

All my disguises were seen through by Uncle Ya at this moment.

But the guilt in my heart kept me from speaking.

As a son of man, he watched his mother die; As a Taoist priest, he watched the Yin boy run rampant in the world.

No matter what capacity I came from, I was not qualified.

"yes."

Chen Jiayan sighed leisurely: "You said it yourself, since we are mixed together, then no one should be afraid of death, and don't be afraid of trouble."

"You shouldn't forget your original purpose."

Chen Jiayan's hand gently held my fingers: "Everyone is gathered together just to keep each other warm in this imperfect world."

"I know."

Ji Canghai, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "If I'm not wrong, it's because of that statue, right?"

At this point, I could only nod my head with tears in my eyes: "Well, that's my mom."

When I said this, I had mixed feelings, sadness and guilt.

It's so complicated that I don't even know what the mood is.

All I know is that when I say a word, I have to shed a few lines of tears, and by the time I finish speaking, the sheets will already be able to wring out the water.

No one was talking, everyone was looking at their tiptoes.

In the end, it was Uncle Ya who broke the depression.

"It's hard for you to let you open your own scars with your own hands."

Ji Canghai slowly stood up: "I'm used to talking with my fists, and I also follow the way of others and govern others."

"I'm going to do him now!"

Uncle Ya pressed his hand a few times and motioned for Ji Canghai to sit down first.

"Kid."

Uncle Ya sat beside me and comforted, "I know it's hard for you, but you still have to face this matter directly."

"It's up to you to decide what happens to this matter."

Uncle Ya handed over the power to me, but I didn't feel relaxed or pressured.

Some are just confused and powerless.