The night has been three watches, and the lights have not been extinguished.

In the Zenjue Temple, there are still many pilgrims who have not slept peacefully.

These people are either rich and powerful families in the city, or the children of businessmen on the rich side, or they are scholars.

It is said that this abbot's roundness is deeply rooted in the mystery of Buddhism, and has cultivated extraordinary means, which can be called mystical and magical, beyond the mundane, many people suffer from injuries and diseases, only to be seen by the roundness, skillful means, it will not take half a day to heal;

What's more, I heard that there were people who traveled thousands of miles to come and pay a lot of money, just to see the abbot and ask for medical treatment.

And these years, the ancient temples and temples on the mountain, poured one after another, the partial birth of this "Zen Temple" incense flourished during the day, and now it is the only temple that has a unique reputation.

In the wing, from time to time, there were bursts of coughing, and the firelight was reflected, but I saw an old woman bending slightly, coughing non-stop, wearing splendid smoke, silk and satin, and a few maids beside her were serving carefully, which made people feel that they were either rich or expensive.

As soon as the old woman coughed, a middle-aged man dressed as a rich man came over in a hurry.

"Mother, are you okay?"

"Son, my mother is fine, so I choked on drinking water!"

The woman relented, and said to the man, an old face with a kind smile.

"Mother, don't worry, I have asked the abbot of the circle to heal you, we will definitely be able to cure it this time, and when we are done, we will go home, and I will serve you well!"

The man laughed.

"I'm out of breath!"

The smile on the woman's face grew even deeper.

As he was talking, he saw a monk walking outside the door.

"Donor, the abbot invites the old woman to come over, and he will heal you!"

When the mother and son heard this, they were overjoyed? The old woman had been suffering from a disease for many years, and she had not been cured for a long time, but she heard that the name of the round abbot had come from Luoyang? and promised a lot of money, but there were not a few people in the temple who sought medical treatment? I thought that I would have to wait for some time? I didn't want their turn so soon.

As soon as the old woman cleaned up a little, she followed the monk who led the way to the apse, but she saw sandalwood curling, and there was a candlestick erected at each of the four corners of the hall.

And there was an old well in front of the monk, and the well was piled up with green bricks, mottled and covered with moss, and the mouth of the well was secluded, as if it was unfathomable, and faintly, there seemed to be a whistling sound from within, as if the well ran through the sea, and the waves were striking, so it was not strange.

The hall is empty, in addition to the monk who meditates and this old well, there is a Buddha, the mud Buddha, but it is a Bodhisattva statue, holding the Dharma seal, stepping on the lotus platform, sitting with low eyebrows, as if also looking at the well.

"The old lady is here!"

It wasn't until the middle-aged man and the old woman were ushered into the temple that the monk spoke.

"You may be seated!"

He pointed to the two futons not far behind him, and his tone was gentle.

The mother and son did not doubt him, and sat according to their words, not wanting to have any residual warmth under them, as if there were people sitting here not long ago.

"Master Yuanxing, I heard that you were treating my fellow countryman before, but I wonder where he is now?"

Seeing that the disease on his mother's body would be eliminated, the man was overjoyed and subconsciously started talking.

It turned out that there was also a friend from the same country who came with him, who was also suffering from a stubborn disease, but he went up the mountain before them, and he entered the temple before them, but he did not see him on the way.

"The donor is still resting in the meditation room, the stubborn illness is gone, and there is no major problem!"

The monk replied with a warm voice.

"That's good, if the master can heal my mother today, he will give a lot of money to reshape the golden body of the Buddhas in the temple, and he will never break his word!"

The man swore and made a promise.

It's just that the monk in front of him is still facing away from them, and he has no intention of turning back.

What was even more surprising was that the monk smiled lowly.

"Hehe, the golden body? Alas, the Buddhas in this temple, I don't know how many times the golden body has been reshaped, but unfortunately, since I became the abbot, the long is a hundred days, the short is more than a month, and the gold paint has fallen clean. ”

What he said made the mother and son wonder.

But the two of them, whose eyes were originally puzzled, suddenly gradually froze, and then slowly widened and stared, and both eyes were about to bulge out, looking at the shadow under the monk.

The lights flickered, and the black shadow also twisted and swayed wildly, as if the whole thing came to life, but the owner of the shadow did not move.

The monk is not moving, but the shadow is writhing, what kind of name is this?

The black shadow kept writhing, like a monstrous beast, free from the shackles, out of the human form, the whole has been constantly elongated and grown, grotesque and treacherous, and then little by little floated out of the ground, like a fish out of the water, slowly raised, soared into the air, little by little in front of the mother and son.

"Hiss......"

An eerie and cold groan came out of the mouth of the dark shadow.

The old woman seemed to be frightened stupidly, sitting on the ground trembling all over, but she didn't make the slightest movement, just stared at the behemoth in front of her little by little, and kept repeating to herself: "Snake...... There is a big snake ......."

And the middle-aged man beside her was already so frightened that he couldn't speak.

Only in his wide eyes, the reflection came out, and it was a huge snake head, made of black shadows, as big as a water tank, overflowing with wisps of black gas, and a pair of blue and faint vertical pupils were open like bright lights, like the size of a bowl, raised high, and half looked down at the mother and son in front of them.

The mother and son had never seen such an earth-shattering monster, and they were so frightened that they forgot to scream.

"Y-You, you're a youkai?"

The man's face turned white and then red, frightened, and finally understood something.

It's just that before he heard the answer, the terrifying snake shadow in front of him had bitten head-on.

A moment later.

Silence returned to the hall.

The futon was still warm, but the monk raised his sleeves lightly, half-covering his mouth and nose, and then there was a bone-chewing sound behind the sleeves.

After a while, the monk smiled gently: "Go and invite the next one, although these people are said to be stained with meat and blood, but they have been tonic all year round, and they have accumulated a lot of medicinal power in their bodies, and they can barely make an appetizer.

He commanded the monk outside the door.

"But I don't know why, I've always been a little restless these days, the mandrills guarding the mountain on the mountain were actually killed, it seems that there are unusual people in the city!"

The monk still had his back to the door, looking at the well, as if talking to himself.

But just as he finished speaking, I don't know if it was an illusion, the Bodhisattva who had been pinching the seal and holding the flowers, with his eyebrows lowered and his head lowered, seemed to move, and his cracked face seemed to show a smile, which looked particularly strange and gloomy under the flickering firelight.

The hour passed.

Footsteps sounded again outside the hall.

But he heard the monk outside the door say: "Abbot, a benefactor came from outside, saying that he came to seek healing, and the disciple saw that he was anxious and led him over first." ”

The door of the temple opened, and a strangely dressed young man with short hair ran in with a panicked face.

"Master, you can save me, ahem, ahem...... If the master can cure my stubborn disease, the boy is willing to give me an 800-year-old ginseng as a reward...... cough cough cough ......"