Zen Xin has been sitting outside the Ming Huang City for two days and nights.

The madman wakes up during this period, and from time to time he goes mad, causing passers-by to avoid him.

The soldiers guarding the gate were already a little impatient with it.

"That monk, go and stay elsewhere, don't affect others in and out of the city here!"

A big-headed soldier, with a saber at his waist, came to drive Zen away.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has words to persuade him, I hope the donor will tell the city lord to move out of the city residents, I am afraid that there will be a bloody disaster in the city in the near future, and I am afraid that it will endanger everyone in the city."

When Zen Xin said this, the big-headed soldier immediately changed his face.

"Hey! I said that you are a monk, Lao Tzu is kind to persuade you, for the sake of you as a monk, and now you dare to bewitch the public!

Lao Tzu tells you, you are now in a big situation! ”

The big-headed soldier said, waved his hand, and summoned a few soldiers: "This monk bewitched the public, tied him up with the madman who was with him, and put him in prison to wait for his fate!" ”

"Yes!"

When several soldiers received the order, they immediately stepped forward to detain Zen Xin and escorted him into the city.

And the madman was also scrapped by the two of them and fell to the ground.

"What a lot of strength this madman has!"

One of the soldiers complained.

Immediately, the two of them also escorted him, and followed the two people who escorted Zen Xin.

Not really.

With the strength of a madman, he would not have been held down by two mortal soldiers.

But his cultivation has been suppressed by Zen Xin, and he can't use his powerful strength at all, so he will end up like this.

Whoa!

In the gloomy prison, the chains that wrapped around the door were untied, and the soldiers who escorted Zen Xin and the madman pushed and threw them into their cells.

Immediately, the cell door slammed shut.

Then there was another sound of a chain, and a large lock was fastened to the chain.

"Stay well, don't play any tricks!"

With that, a few soldiers turned around and left.

A short time later, a jailer came over and leaned against the door of the cell where Zen Xin was, looking interested.

"Hey, monk, look at your tattered appearance, what did you do to get locked up?"

Hearing this, Zen Xin looked up slightly, and immediately shook his head and said, "The poor monk has not committed any crimes. ”

The jailer sneered, "Come on, I haven't seen any kind of people in this prison, most of them come in crying that they have been wronged, and they have not committed any crimes, relatively speaking, you are a relatively calm one." ”

After that, he looked Zen Xin up and down a few more times, rubbed his chin, and guessed: "Look at your clothes, although they are tattered, they have a little white face, could it be that you seduced a girl and was found to be caught?" ”

Zen Xin still shook his head, his face calm: "A poor monk is a monk, and he will not do such lustful things. ”

"You monk, you are so boring, you don't want to say it, then forget it, anyway, the people who are imprisoned here have to shed their skin at the lightest, you stay well."

Seeing that Zen Xin had always looked calm, the jailer immediately lost interest, and after saying this, he turned and left.

It's close to noon.

The jailer came again.

He carried a bucket of food in his hand, and the food was mixed in with it.

Every time he passed by a cell, he would put a bowl sticking out of the cell in a bucket like feeding a pig, and hand it back.

But just as he walked to the front of the Zen Heart cell, he suddenly paused.

I saw that Zen Xin in the cell at this time was sitting opposite the madman.

As he closed his eyes and chanted, golden scriptures flew out of his mouth and fell into the heart of the madman.

At the same time, a sense of solemnity and sacredness naturally arose in the Zen mind.

When the jailer saw this, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and his eyes widened.

"You monk living Buddha!"

His face immediately became agitated, and his words stammered a little.

His hand fell to the ground in a moment due to agitation, and he almost knocked over.

Fortunately, the barrel only shook a few times before it settled steadily.

At this moment, the chanting of the Zen mind ended, and the vision on the body converged.

And the madman, too, tilted his body at this moment, fell to the side, as if asleep, breathing evenly.

"Monk! Living buddha! ”

I heard the sound of kneeling on the ground with a 'poof', and I saw that the jailer had already knelt on the ground and bowed down to Zen Heart.

When Zen opened his eyes at this time, his face was even fairer, which was pale.

When he saw the jailer who was bowing down outside the cell, he hurriedly spoke for the first time: "Why does the donor want to make this great gift to the poor monk for no reason, get up quickly!" ”

"Living Buddha, please save my mother, I don't know what evil has happened in the city recently, many people have fallen ill for no reason, and the doctors in the city can't see the cause at all, my mother also got sick half a month ago, and now she is in a coma all day long, bedridden!"

The jailer was still on his knees, but he raised his head and begged Zen Shin.

After hearing what he said, Zen Xin immediately nodded: "It is the duty of the monks to help the suffering, but the poor monk is now in prison, and he needs to wait for the poor monk to go out before he can help the donor." ”

"This doesn't bother the Buddha!"

The jailer immediately said, "My brother-in-law is."

In this way, about two hours later, Zen Xin walked out of the prison, and he carried the madman on his back, and under the leadership of Zhao Quan, he walked out.

Zhao Quan was the jailer, and he had already reported his name to Zen Xin.

Under his leadership, no one stopped the three from leaving.

But it was on the way to Zhao's family.

A black coffin was suddenly carried out of the family.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Quanquan's color changed slightly: "Living Buddha, other people's funerals are held, let's go around." ”

But Zen Xin looked at the black coffin and said, "Why do you want to hold a funeral for the living?" ”

"What, the living?"

Zhao Quan was stunned at first, and he didn't react a little.

But just when he was stunned, Zen Xin had already walked over.

"Amitabha, donors are slow, poor monks have something to say."

The few people who carried the coffin, seeing that it was a monk, couldn't help but wonder.

Could it be that the main family invited a monk to overdo it?

They didn't understand, and naturally it was not easy to drive them away, so they had to put down the black coffin and call the people of the main family.

After a while, an old man with an old face and old clothes was invited out.

With the support of the two, he walked in front of Zen Xin, looked at Zen Xin with a pair of dim old eyes, looked up and down, and then asked, "I don't know what the mage is doing when he stops the coffin of the little girl?" ”

"The old man, the female benefactor in the coffin, is not dead, I don't know why the old man is sent to be buried?"

As soon as Zen Xin's words came out, everyone present was stunned.

"You monk, why are you talking nonsense, my daughter is dead or not, can I not know!"

Speaking of this, the old man's eyes drooped with tears, he wiped them with his cuffs, and then said sadly: "Accompanied by Dr. Xu, I watched my daughter breathe, it was no breath at all, her body was cold!" ”

Smack!

Two ingots of silver were thrown at the feet of Zen Heart.

"You monk, don't you just want money, I just have so much money, take it and leave quickly, don't block my daughter's burial!"

The old man's eyes were red, and he was about to drive away the Zen heart.

At this moment, Zhao Quan came forward to explain, and the old man was stunned.

"Are you really a living Buddha? Is my daughter really not dead? ”

He still didn't believe it, but he knew Zhao Quan, and he still had a glimmer of hope.

Zen didn't talk nonsense, gently put down the madman on his back, and then came to the coffin, stretched out his hand and opened the coffin.

At this time, the coffins were all nailed with deep coffin nails.

was opened by Zen Xin's hand, and the few people who carried the coffin were all sideways.

They secretly said that this monk is really a lot of strength!

Just as it was opened, everyone stared into the coffin and saw a bloodless woman lying in it.

Zen took a look at it and immediately began to recite the scriptures.

At this moment, a golden light flashed around him, and a little bit of golden light turned into a golden text, and poured towards the coffin.

After a while, only a soft groan was heard, and there was a sound in the coffin.

"Daddy"

It was a call of weakness.

But it fell on the ears of a few people in the field, but they were greatly shocked.

The old man was the first to react, and hurriedly trembled and stepped forward to check.

However, at this time, Zen Xin's face was not good, and he was worried.

"Mage, why didn't the little girl wake up?"

This is the reason why Zen is worried.

He brought the woman back to life, but he didn't wake her up.