After eating a few bites casually, Gong and Mu Jiaojiao each boarded the carriage and went in the direction of Xiangji Temple.

Originally, Mu You's meaning was to bring Mu You's with him. However, Mu Jiaojiao was unwell and needed to recuperate in bed, so Gong had no choice but to abandon her and set off alone with Mu Jiaojiao and Mu Yaoyao.

Because of Mu Jiaojiao's physical condition, the ox cart traveled extremely slowly on the road. I walked for nearly two hours before I arrived at the mountain gate where the Xiangji Temple was located. It was nearly noon, and the sun was high overhead.

Today is the fifteenth, and there are many people who come to offer incense. At the foot of the mountain, there are all kinds of carts and horses, as well as local villagers carrying baskets and selling incense and candles, as well as stalls selling all kinds of wild fruits and snacks.

The coachman parked the ox cart in the upper and lower open spaces, and Mu Jiaojiao put on a hat and got out of the car with Hongdou's hand. Gong and Mu Haoyi had already put on their hats, and the three of them climbed along the stairs to the halfway point of the mountain with the flow of people, where the Xiangji Temple was located.

After finishing the incense in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Mu Jiaojiao was already exhausted and couldn't stand on his feet. Seeing this, Gong asked a little monk to lead them to the back room to rest.

The Mu family was rich, and the Gong family donated 100 yuan of sesame oil money in public, so they naturally bought them a spacious two-entry courtyard. Mu Jiaojiao occupied a side room, and Gong and Mu Jiaojiao's mother and daughter were in one room.

However, Mu Yiyi is young, and he is at the age of being lively and active, so he can't sit still. After going in and sitting for a while, she couldn't bear it anymore, and pestered Gong to go to the back mountain to see the peach blossoms. Gong loved his daughter, and it was difficult for the mother and daughter to get out and walk around, so they instructed Mu Jiaojiao to rest here, and then left her and went out. Mu Jiaojiao was happy, and when the mother and daughter left, she hurriedly went to bed, pulled the quilt and slept in the dark.

I don't know how long I slept. In a daze, she vaguely heard a sad low cry into her ears, and inexplicably her heart was also clouded.

"Red beans. She whispered.

Hongdou hurriedly ran in: "Lady, are you awake, are you hungry?" The maid went to ask just now, there is a kitchen in this temple, and the somen noodles in it are very good, and the maid is going to ask you for a bowl to eat!"

"Well, somen noodles are naturally meant to be eaten. But now, you go outside and see who is crying outside? It sounds so sad, I think it's a very difficult thing. ”

Red Bean hurriedly agreed to go out.

It wasn't long before she came back with red eyes. "Lady, the person who cries is the person who lives next door to us. The maid listened to a few words at the door, it seems that their children are possessed by evil spirits, and today they specially brought the children to ask Master Huiyuan to exorcise evil spirits. It's just that Master Huiyuan wandered and was not in the temple, they watched the child suffer, and they couldn't find Master Huiyuan, so they couldn't help crying. ”

"Evil possession? That's kind of interesting. A gleam flashed in Mu Jiaojiao's eyes, "Let's go, let's go and have a look." ”

"Lady, isn't this okay? You're weak, what if you're hit by that evil spirit, what will you do? You're going to be a bride soon!"

"There are many kinds of evil in this world, some of them are specially selected to bully children, and they have nothing to do with adults, and this should be the case now. Mu Jiaojiao said, insisting on going to see the excitement.

Hongdou couldn't resist her, so he had to help her up.

At this time, in the courtyard next door, a well-dressed young woman was still holding her child and crying. Two middle-aged servants, dressed in gold and silver, were whispering on the side, and the two of them also had obvious sadness on their faces. The two little monks also stood aside, and one of them whispered, "Female benefactor, please be calm and not impatient." Although Master Huiyuan is not in the temple, Uncle Jutong is. Uncle Jutong is the personal disciple of Master Huiyuan, and it is the same to have him to exorcise evil spirits for the little benefactor. ”

"Then bother the two little masters, go and invite Master Jutong quickly. As long as the evil in the child can be exorcized, we are willing to ask the little woman to donate as much sesame oil as you want!" the young woman choked up, looked back at the child in her arms, and burst into tears again, "This child is my life, if he has a good one, I will not live!"

"Lady, don't say that! Xiao Lang Jun is a good person, and he will be fine. The middle-aged servant woman also hurriedly persuaded.

But it didn't work, the young woman had been listening too much these days, and she was already numb. Just glance at the child in her arms, her tears still roll down like beads of broken thread.

Mu Jiaojiao listened outside, and her eyes gradually covered with a strange look.

A short time later, a gray-haired monk in his fifties walked in, surrounded by several young monks. The young woman and the middle-aged servant woman hurried forward to salute. The monk was still polite: "Young Lady Qin doesn't have to be polite, let's let the poor monk take a look at Xiao Langjun first!"

The young woman quickly wiped her tears and carried the child in her arms forward. "Master, please look. ”

The monk looked down and found that the child was about five or six years old, and he was born with a lovely jade. It's just that this little child is now slightly blue, his eyes are straight and stunned, he doesn't know where to star, and his ruddy two small mouths are also closed tightly. If he hadn't known that he was sick, he would have thought that this child was born stupid.

The young woman cried again, "I don't know what happened, but just five days ago, the child suddenly became like this. He was dumbfounded, he didn't talk or eat, and he didn't pay attention to us when we talked to him. He didn't do this at all before! I invited a doctor to come and see him, but the doctor couldn't say why, so some old people said that maybe he was evil, but he just asked the wizards and gods to exorcise evil and burn paper, but it still didn't work. Now we have no choice but to hold the child and ask the master to save his life!"

I see, the poor monk understood. The monk bowed his head repeatedly, stretched out his hand and touched the child's ears, forehead, and neck one by one, opened his eyelids and looked at it, and his brows were slightly twisted.

Finally, he recited the Buddha's name. "Let the poor monk recite a sutra for him first, and see if he can drive away the evil spirit!"

"There's Master Lao. The young woman thanked her and took the child in her arms.

The monk sat on the ground and began to recite Buddhist scriptures. He recited the mantra with a deep voice, muttering constantly, but it was not noisy, but it had the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind. Mu Jiaojiao listened to it in her ears, and she felt that her mood calmed down at once, and even the surrounding scenery was still, and the whole world was much cleaner. The same goes for others.

However, this thing is not of much use to children.

After reciting a Buddhist scripture, the stunned child is still stunned, and there is no change.

Seeing this, the monk hurriedly folded his hands and said to Amitabha: "It seems that the poor monk is not good enough to exorcise evil spirits for the little benefactor." Please forgive me, the poor monk did her best. ”

"I don't blame you for this, but only this evil mana is too strong. But where is Master Huiyuan now? Can my son wait for him to return? He hasn't eaten for five days!" the young woman said, and tears fell down again.

But before she could hear her words, she heard a laugh in her ears.

Her heart sank, and she hurriedly looked up in the direction from which the voice came, and saw the girl standing on the wall in front of her, still smiling.

"Are you laughing?" she said, her voice deepening.

"Yes!" Mu Jiaojiao bowed.

"Is it funny that my son has been harmed like this?" said the young woman, and the servants behind her also lowered their faces and walked slowly towards this direction.

Mu Jiaojiao shook her head: "I'm laughing because you guys got one thing wrong - this kid has nothing to do with what evil or not, he's just sick." ”