Seeing that the young county king looked 'puzzled', Cui Shaoqing couldn't help but lift the hem of his clothes, kicked the young county king lightly, laughed and scolded, and said: "You really don't remember, or don't like your sister He always mentions the friend in his dreams, so he made this gesture?" I know that the reason why you left the palace a little late is that the person in charge of the student's place of origin went to check on that person. ”

"For this reason, Sister Ling almost encountered a poisonous hand."

The young king sighed and said, "So, it's just a dream!" ”

"And in my sister's nightmare, she always vaguely remembered that her friend, but a world-famous talent, an incomparable celebrity, every time she persuaded me, she had to mention him, and talk about how Qi Fuzi was, how Qi Fuzi was."

"I'm going to be annoyed to hear it!"

"Besides, in the thirteen places of Kyushu, I can't find a student with that name."

Cui Shaoqing was surprised: "You really found it?" ”

"Listen to your sister."

"Looks like she's really impressed with that friend."

The young county king exhaled and said seriously:

"Dreams always beautify memories."

The young master of the Cui family laughed loudly.

………………

When Qi Wufu and Mingxin went to the medicine shed, they saw the gray-clothed monk who told him about the cause and effect of the Four Noble Truths before, the monk didn't seem to have fallen asleep all night, and he was still taking care of the patients here at this time.

The previous plague has dissipated.

These patients are now much better.

Qi Wufu used his own vitality as a needle to help them regulate their own vitality.

When the little Taoist priest decocted the medicine, he brought two or three bricks together, and sat on it with his own ass, supporting his chin with both hands, and his eyes widened as he watched the flames jump, and he was stunned.

"The two Taoist elders are merciful."

In his spare time, the great monk came over to talk.

The young Taoist raised his head and saw that he was wearing a gray monk's robe, as if he was a little overwhelmed, and it seemed that there was no change, but it gave people a feeling of sadness, and Qi Wu said without confusion: "The master mourns." ”

The monk looked at the young Taoist in front of him, and said in a gentle voice, "It's okay. ”

For some reason, he always felt that the young man in front of him was quite like the one who put incense in the hall before the rain today, and called the pharmacist Liuliguang Rulai as the pharmacist, and even couldn't help asking, but he always restrained himself, and he didn't ask until the end of the short chat, but he saw that the young man was busy again.

If you feel it carefully, the cultivation of the young man in front of you is only at the level of three talents.

Although its foundation is strong, whether it is the Yuan Shen, the Yuan Qi, or the Yuan Jing, it is extremely strong, and the foundation is solid, compared to the ordinary innate Yiqi, it is all heavy, but there is no such means, and it is impossible to call the pharmacist Liuliguang Rulai as the pharmacist......

It shouldn't, it shouldn't.

The gray-robed monk's furrowed brows slowed.

Seeing that it was just an ordinary boy who was busy working, looking at the simple man wearing a Taoist robe, he was giving needles to a person, his eyes were lowered, and his fingers were on the patient's wrist, and from the perspective of a monk, it could be seen that his palm had a rough callus, and he was used to doing rough work, and when he talked to people, his voice was gentle, and his eyes were always quiet.

The monk withdrew his gaze.

Suddenly, there was a sneering voice: "It's rare, it's rare, why is your little calf nose with your old bald scoop?" ”

"What's the matter, it's because I look at the good qualifications of other people's calf noses, so I have distracting thoughts?"

"Old thief, you are not honest!"

This is the only one in the city.

The monk looked up and saw that the visitor was dressed in a simple gray robe, sloppy.

The smell of alcohol all over my body.

There are kiss marks on the neck, which makes the monk's eyes pick out.

The fingers that moved the beads in his hand were slightly forced.

Let that string of simple Buddha beads make a clicking sound.

At this moment, his steps were swaying, and he was holding a gourd in one hand, and he walked forward slowly, while raising his neck and pouring wine, laughing and mocking, tilting his head slightly, his hair was stuck in a bun, and his collar was not cleaned up, the monk frowned slightly, and then his eyebrows were stretched, regardless of the words of this fortune teller, he did not intend to be with his general knowledge, but he still couldn't help but scold:

"Where did you fool around again?!"

The fortune teller squinted at him: "Yo yo yo, what, are you in a hurry?" ”

"Don't you envy me for spending the night with a few girls yesterday?"

"Fooling around?"

"My yin and yang incarnation, the supreme way, is a fool in your mouth?"

"Tut-tut, the co-authored monks all popped out of the cracks in the stones, right? You fatherless, motherless, childless, daughterless dead thief! ”

The gray-clothed monk was expressionless, and the corners of his forehead were bruised.

The man in front of him always changed his tricks to provoke him.

So the fortune teller said happily:

"Monks can't afford to be greedy and angry?"

He laughed a few times.

The face is full of pleasure.

The gray-clothed monk closed his eyes and said slowly, "The poor monk has received your master's decree and wants to bring you back." ”

"Aren't you worried that he will punish you?"

The fortune teller sneered, "Let him come." ”

The gray-clothed monk sighed and said, "But if you are like this, he will be sad." ”

The fortune teller was a little weaker, and said:

"Whether he is sad or not, what does it have to do with me?"

"I'm here today to bring you medicine."

I don't know where it came from, as soon as I raised my hand, I threw out a lot of herbs, and the medicine was scattered, all wrapped in oiled paper, so the gray-clothed monk couldn't catch him, and the fortune teller said: "Oh, the thing is here, go and treat these people, don't say that I stand by and watch, you know, I don't know how to heal." ”

"It's Maverick Nose, why are you here?"

Mingxin pursed his lips.

The young Taoist was not annoyed, but replied, "Immortal Dao Guisheng." ”

The fortune teller stroked his palm and praised: "Immortal noble life, immeasurable people, good, good." ”

"Your old cow's nose is well taught!"

"But little Taoist, you are a Taoist, how can you get so close to this bald scoop?"

"But be careful."

He swayed over, patted his palm on Qi Wufu's shoulder, raised his eyes, and said: "You have to be careful, you are such a talented and beautiful jade, walking in this world, some people think it doesn't matter, but some people think that you are a tyrannical thing, as the old saying goes, a child walks in the downtown with a daughter, which is the way to die." ”

The little Taoist priest said clearly: "You mean, Uncle Qi is that child?" ”

The fortune teller glanced at him and said, "No." ”

He put it succinctly: "He's the piece of gold." ”

The little Taoist priest was dumbfounded.

The fortune teller said: "Besides, this bald scoop is not a good person, among the thirteen veins of Buddhism, there are many persistent people, but he is even more different, obviously the cultivation is enough, but every time he scatters his work, he wants to read the thirteen veins of Buddhism, and there are few people who are persistent in Buddhism more than him." ”

"He has made two great wishes."

"If you are willing, you will be a bodhisattva."

The gray-clothed monk's eyelids drooped, and he said:

"If you say it again, the poor monk will reveal your true name and show your true appearance."

The fortune teller sneered: "If you dare to reveal my true appearance, then I have to start talking about the fact that you wet the bed at the age of six in your last life." ”

"Also, in your last life, you were robbed by a female thief into the mountain and did something to suppress the village."

"In my last life, when I was picking peaches, I fell off and tore my crotch."

"Up, up, up...... Countless stories of people who weren't even human before, and your original [true appearance] at that time. ”

In the first few sentences, the gray-clothed monk didn't care.

But this last sentence made the corners of his forehead jump wildly.

Oh? Oh oh oh oh!!

The little Taoist squatted in front of the brick, took out the preserved fruit given by his uncle from his arms, and nibbled on it in small bites.

The two eyes were round and shiny.

It's just a pity that the two looked at each other, but they both tacitly stopped talking.

It's as if they're all intimidated by what they're saying to each other.

The fortune teller sneered a few times, looked at Qi Wufu and said, "Tomorrow is the time for the [Mingzhen Dao Alliance], can you remember my method?" ”

The young Taoist bowed his head, and then said: "Sir's method should be different from the ordinary method of entering the Dao Gate." ”

Yue Ji said that the Dao League can enter every day.

The fortune teller laughed and said, "It's different, but it's still possible to enter the [Mingzhen Dao Alliance]." ”

"Anyway, I can go in."

"But how much can you get, and can you know what you want to know."

"It depends on your ability."

He smiled, patted Qi Wufu's shoulder, turned around and left, and sighed in his mouth: "Really, what kind of teacher, you can't be stocked like this, I can't even stand Mr...... Old Niubi, when I see you, sir, I will definitely talk about you! ”

"Huh? Wait a minute...... I obviously decided to play the world, why did I take the initiative to intervene in this matter and remind him? ”

"It's not in my character."

"I also went to provoke this monk, and I always felt that he was going to do it if he continued to talk about it."

"The pharmacist Liuliguang is gone, and it is possible for him to do it in anger."

"I couldn't have imagined it, but here I am."

The fortune teller holds his chin with one hand.

Confused.

His fingers hung slightly, as if he wanted to grasp the situation, as if he was planning to do something.

Then he was a top-notch prophetic spirit inside and outside the Three Realms, and he instinctively gave up on it.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

He burped.

"Huh? What did I just say I was going to do? ”

"Why are your legs a little weak all of a sudden?"

"I want to think about it? Beat him up in front of the old cow's nose? ”

"Strange, how could I think of doing such a boring thing?"

"It's boring, it's boring, or don't do it."

……………………

After the fortune teller left, the young Taoist looked at the monk who had regained his peace and naturally asked:

"The master has made a great wish?"

The monk lowered his eyes and replied, "Yes." ”

Mingxin's eyes widened, he looked at Qi Wufu, and then looked at the monk, although he said that he was a monk of the Daomen, but he also had some understanding of what the grand wish represented, after all, only those great bodhisattvas in the upper ranks, as well as the Buddhas, had the grand wish, he asked curiously: "Then master, why don't you go and cultivate the Bodhisattva fruit?" ”

"And besides, what are your ambitions?"

The gray-robed monk waited until he had finished asking, and replied gently:

"Because I didn't practice my ambition, I was just a monk."

"As for what the ambition is......"

He thought for a moment and said, "The poor monk still doesn't say anything." ”

"At least the poor monk thinks that the ambition is to listen to himself, to keep his heart awake, not to forget his heart, to let himself know what to do, not to say it for others to hear."

"A true ambition should be made in obscurity and then completed in obscurity."

"Only I know, all the while."

"Otherwise, just saying and not doing is not just showing off? That's not the Dharma I want to do. ”

Mingxin was dumbfounded, perceiving the extremely terrifying doubts hidden in this sentence, among this patient, there were also Buddhist believers, the words of the previous fortune teller, only the three of them knew, but what the monk said, but did not hide it, so the man couldn't help but say: "You, a monk, actually doubt the ambitions of many Buddhas?!" Why, you are stronger than the Buddhas?! ”

"What kind of monk are you?"

"Where did you get it, and who is the great monk who shaved it?! Where to place a pending order?! You say, I'm going to find your host and say! ”

The monk replied, "None." ”

"My heart is to the Buddha, and I am a monk."

"Why do you need the consent of others?"

An old woman persuaded him, "But how dare you slander the Buddha, that is a great sin of the Buddhist family." ”

"The Buddhas all made a great wish to make the world free of suffering, to benefit all living beings."

The gray-clothed monk clasped his hands together and said slowly:

"If the Buddha wishes, it has its use."

"How can there be so much killing, so much pain in the world?"

"If the world is not empty."

"Then the Buddhas, lie to you!"

A silent shock, and then the monk who was treated by the man suddenly became angry, and the bowl of half of the medicinal soup in his hand smashed directly on the monk's body, and the hot medicine spilled on the monk's robe, and others followed suit, and in an instant the monk was drenched with a soup chicken, which itself has a major cultivation, which can be the fruit of the Bodhisattva, but only put his hands together, chanting as follows.

His eyes drooped, and he was left with only sorrow.

(End of chapter)