At this time, Bao Yongshi, Bao Maoying and Dong Pai also landed on their knees with their hearts, and each spoke respectfully, Earth Immortal Pei Shien, we kowtow to you. It's just that Bao Maoying has some more words of gratitude, God, you have cured me and my dad of headaches, what a kindness! We don't have anything to say.

Three pilgrims are exempt. Dixian Pei Shien's voice obviously rose into the air again, Bao Maoying, don't thank me, your situation is special, you listen to my pointing, cooperate well, everything is good. Bao Yongshi, your headache is not really cured, you must also listen to my teachings, release more lives, cherish lives, protect lives, and fight for your evil obstacles - the turtle spirit hidden in your skull forgive you. As long as it forgives you and leaves you, your headache will be completely healed.

Today, your headache should have recurred, because the turtle spirit that was injected with anesthetic by me yesterday has woken up today, and the reason why it is latent is because you took your daughter and son-in-law to Jinse City today to buy a turtle and release it, and it remembered your good deed, and did not retaliate against you for the time being, it wanted to retaliate against you is a commotion, and the more agitation you have, the more painful it will be. The turtle spirit did not retaliate against you today, it does not mean that it will not retaliate against you in the future, its original body, the living turtle, died at your instigation after all, and it is very difficult to make it not blame you and leave you.

So what to do? Bao Yongshi, who asked the question, held his head in his hands and looked depressed.

However, there is a way, you ask the monks in this temple to recite the sutra for you to take the turtle spirit over time, so that it can leave your brain, and you will be fine. But in the future, we must insist on releasing animals and do more good deeds. Otherwise, if you heal the scar and forget the pain, and go to do evil things again, the idea is low, although the turtle spirit leaves you, it is difficult to guarantee that there are snake spirits, chicken spirits, and dog spirits pestering you, which will be even more troublesome. The voice in the air was heard very clearly, but the figure of the old man could not be seen.

Bao Yongshi glanced at the sky, lay on the ground and kowtowed a few times, then picked up the bag of fruit beside him and said, God, I gave you this gift, how do you accept it?

Don't, don't, you take this bag of fruit into the Mahavira Hall and offer it to the Buddha and Bodhisattva! In that way, there is still a bit of merit. If you give it to me, you won't have any merit.

Yes! Bao Yongshi listens to you.

At that moment, Bao Yongshi stood up and picked up a bag of fruits, and the monk led him and his daughters and sons-in-law who each held incense and candles towards the extremely solemn and sacred Daxiong Treasure Hall.

In addition to meditating and practicing in the Ma'anshan Temple, Pei Shi'en, the earth immortal, usually goes down the mountain to walk around the people whenever he has free time, and often relieves the ill for those who have not recovered for a long time. Once, he took a mountain wind to float out of Ma'anshan, came to the nearby village surnamed Qian five kilometers away, only to reach the entrance of the village, he heard someone moaning in pain, followed the sound to the front of a house, and looked into the open hall, a middle-aged man with five big and three thick eyes sitting on a wooden bench with a dull gaze.

He was covered with locust sores, and his arms, neck, and chest were covered with hard lumps, and his color was cloudy, and some of them were suppurated. Xu was itchy and uncomfortable, he couldn't help it, and kept scratching with his nails. From his sometimes frowning expression, it can be seen that the scratching is heavy, and it hurts; The scratching is light, not just itchy.

Earth Immortal Pei Shien was very sympathetic to him, and planned to show his human form to directly inquire about the middle-aged man's condition, and then prescribe the right medicine for him. If you think about it, it's not appropriate, once you cure him, he will come to me like the Bao family to thank me.

At this moment, the earth immortal Pei Shien leaned sideways, slapped the door with both hands, and shouted, Qian family door god, come out quickly. Suddenly, a round-faced man with a leopard head and a large forehead flashed out of the door and arched his hand, what is the matter with finding the little god? The earth immortal Pei Shien didn't answer him anything, but said, door god, you are derelict in your duty, Pei Mou, as a strange visitor, came to your door, and you don't know how to stop it, isn't this the ear of a deaf person - do decorations?

The door god raised his hand to cover his nose, turned to the middle-aged man sitting in the hall, and said, "My master, Qian Bujin, was covered in locusts, rotten and smelly, and died of bad smells, so as soon as he appeared in my sight, I simply hid in the door and did not show my face; If he goes away and goes to the back room, I'll come out again. Don't look at me hiding in the door, I know which ghost is coming. If you can't manage it, I can't do anything about it.

Earth Immortal Pei Shien asked, what do you mean by this? The door god said, last time a ghost dressed as an outsider came, I couldn't stop it, he carried a basket of locusts into the house, and threw it directly on my master Qian Bujin, I don't know what the reason is, I asked him, only said that Qian Bujin offended him. As for how I offended him, I don't know.

I thought: If the ghost hadn't poured locusts on him, he wouldn't have had locust sores on him. But I heard their husband and wife talking together, and the locust sores on his body seemed to be related to the poisonous gas infected by touching antiquities.

Dixian Pei Shien took over the conversation, I was about to ask about this, you can talk about it. So the door god told what he knew—

This has to start with the second half of last year, when the Ma'anshan town government mobilized the villagers to build a village-level road and pass through a cemetery. At that time, everyone worked hard to take the grave, "hey, hey, hey" to lift the tombstone, and after working for a while, they were all sweating, and sat down to rest.

When Qian Bujin took away the third tombstone, his left foot collapsed and he fell into a hole with sewage and his shoes soaked. When his left foot sank in, he clearly felt a lump of hard objects inside, but he didn't squeak.

When the trip was done, he returned to the cemetery, found the hole, and put his hand in it to touch it carefully, and found ancient coins, blades, and antiques that could not be named.

So he found a snakeskin bag with the items and carried it to the road construction site near the market town for everyone to browse. The village director said that this is a cultural relic and should be sent to the local cultural relics exhibition hall. Qian Bujin sent it according to the "instructions" of the village director, and also received an honorarium of 100 yuan. He asked the village chief whether the money belonged to him or handed it over, and the village chief said whatever you wanted.

Qian Bujin said, although I found this antiquity, but if you don't dig up the grave, I can't find it. It stands to reason that this 100 yuan has a share. Qian Bujin used the money to buy a few kilograms of pork to reward everyone. When the cadres and the masses cast grateful glances at Qian Bujin, Qian Bujin smiled, but felt that the arm that touched the antiquities was a little itchy, and he scratched it with his fingers, showing a faint red spot.

After a while, his itchy fingers also itched, so he wiped it with sand, and no one else paid attention to this action, and even if he saw it, he thought he was doing it for fun.

Then he continued to work for a few more days, and the arm that had touched the antiquities was as red as a shrimp beetle. Others asked him how he did it, and Qian Bujin told the truth, regretting that he shouldn't have touched the antiquity. As he spoke, he took off one of his shoes to show his feet, which were also a little red and swollen. He said that this foot stepped on the hole in the antiquities and was also unlucky.

Go to the hospital and prescribe a potion to wash up. Well-wishers persuaded him. He went to the health center, where the doctor gave him an anti-inflammatory injection. After ten days and a half months, not only did the effect not appear, but the toxicity also spread on the body, like a locust living in the body.

At this time, the doctor said with some fear: Master Qian, our medicine and medical equipment here are not complete, and the conditions are limited, so you should go to the city hospital for treatment!"

In order not to delay the medical treatment, Qian Bujin immediately took a farm vehicle into Jinse City. In the car, others smelled a smell emanating from him, mostly covering their noses or keeping their distance from him. Qian Bujin was also troubled and hoped to be cured quickly, but he went to the dermatology department of a hospital in the city to see a doctor, and the doctor prescribed the same medicine as the medicine he had used before, and the cost of the medicine was very expensive.

When he got home, he washed, rubbed and dressed regularly according to the doctor's instructions, but the effect was also not good, and the bars on his body were getting thicker and thicker, and he itched so much that he sometimes couldn't sleep all night. The hand was scratched heavily, and the sores were bleeding pus. In desperation, he went to the city hospital where he had seen a doctor last time. The doctor wore a mask and examined him again, but the prescription could not clarify what kind of skin disease it was, so he told him to go to the provincial hospital for examination.

The skin disease was particularly dirty, his family kept their distance from him, and his wife began to sleep in separate beds with him. Some people privately discussed: This should not be leprosy, right? The neighbors were so frightened by suspicion that they didn't even go to his house often, and they didn't dare to borrow anything from his house, believing that everything Qian Bujin touched had bacteria to prevent infection.