"Amitabha, this old man, the poor monk is a monk who came from the Tang Dynasty in the east and went to the west to worship the Buddha and ask for scriptures, passing by the treasure land, and learned that you are in great trouble here, so he specially came to help you!"

Jiang Liu looked humble and polite, clasped his palms together, and said to the two old men.

When facing the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Buddhism, Jiang Liu's humility is nothing but hypocrisy.

But today, in the face of these mortals, Jiang Liu's humility and courtesy are sincere.

Walking all the way west, Jiangliu really saw too much darkness.

Cruel demons, sanctimonious gods, hypocritical Buddhas and Bodhisattvas!

Just ask, even the immortals and Buddhas have such faces, is this what this world looks like?

But I have to say that in this small village and town, Jiang Liu saw a beautiful scene in the world!

When I was a child, Jiang Liu always felt that there were still many good people in the world, and the world was beautiful.

But as he grew up, suffered from the beating of society, and saw the darkness of society, he unconsciously changed his idea.

I just think there are still many bad people in this world!

However, just because there are many bad people doesn't mean that there are no good people!

Isn't this scene in front of you?

Although this village and town seems to be a purgatory on earth, the hearts of the people here are kind!

This also touched Jiang Liu's heart very much, under this purgatory-like scene, it is even more precious to have such a kind heart.

"A monk who came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and went to the West Heaven to worship the Buddha and seek scriptures?" the two old men looked at each other and exchanged glances.

"Where is Datang, do you know?" one of the old men asked, in a low voice.

"I don't know, but I still understand when I go to the West Heaven to visit and ask for scriptures, isn't the Buddha in the West Heaven?" the other old man replied, shaking his head.

Okay, can I go to the West Heaven to meet the Buddha, presumably this monk is unusual, he knows that something happened here, and he came here to help?

Is it really capable?

Look at the people who follow him, like demons, can subdue demons beside him?

This seemed to add to his convincing!

"You, master, can you cure our plague?" the two old men asked, as if they saw a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair.

"Amitabha, if you don't try it, how can you know?"

Jiang Liu didn't have a big package, but with his words, a brilliant Buddha light bloomed from his body.

At the same time, the eighteen-rank lotus flower also emerged, blooming with brilliance behind him.

The level of 77, the current river flow is also regarded as the cultivation of the late stage of Taiyi True Immortal in terms of level.

This Buddha's light deliberately bloomed, naturally it was full of radiance, and the eighteen lotus flowers behind him were in full bloom, just like a Bodhisattva descending to earth.

"I've seen a Bodhisattva, I've seen a Bodhisattva!"

Looking at Jiang Liu's appearance, the two old men were extremely excited, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed like pounding garlic.

That's great!

In the midst of this despair, a bodhisattva-like figure appeared and was willing to help everyone heal, which is naturally full of hope for people in despair.

Here, the Buddha's light is shining, radiant, and natural, which also attracts the attention of everyone in the village.

Then, seeing Jiang Liu sitting on a white horse, blooming with the light of the Buddha, countless people all knelt down.

Heal the Holy Hand!

There was not much nonsense, and as soon as Jiang Liu's hand was raised, a holy relic full of healing effects fell into the sky and fell directly.

Then, the invisible fluctuations dispersed.

It can directly heal 30% of the maximum health, although the healing effect of the Holy Hand cannot cure the plague, however, many people who are afflicted by the disease have a lot of health bars.

With the effect of the Healing Hand, they all felt that their illness had eased a lot in an instant, and even gave people the illusion that they were about to be cured.

This healing holy hand's skill fell, and naturally it was more convincing Jiang Liu's identity.

Tens of thousands of people in the entire village and town knelt down against the river.

"Everyone, please get up, the poor monk has come here to help you!" Jiang Liu said, to the people.

"Thank you Master, thank you Holy Sangha, thank you Bodhisattva!"

With Jiang Liu's words, these people were naturally very excited, some called Jiang Liu a master, some called Jiang Liu a holy monk, and some called him a bodhisattva.

After expressing his intentions, Jiang Liu did not say too much nonsense, but drove his horse forward and came to the northernmost part of the village and town.

In the far north, an old monk in a gray robe is sitting cross-legged.

With the arrival of the river, this old monk knelt on the ground with a pious appearance, spoke to the river, and called the Bodhisattva!

Looking at this old monk, Jiang Liu's gaze was slightly raised.

On the old monk's head, it was bare, and there was not a single ring scar.

"Old Zen Master, please get up!" Jiang Liu got off his horse, stepped forward in person, and helped the old monk up with both hands.

"The Bodhisattva has tormented me!" was personally helped up by Jiang Liu, and the old monk said with a flattered look.

"Old Zen Master, I see that you don't have a ring scar, haven't you participated in the incense ceremony?" Jiang Liu opened his mouth and asked the doubts in his heart.

"Bodhisattva forgiveness!"

Listening to Jiang Liu's first sentence, he first asked himself about the situation of the scarring, and the old monk looked frightened, and said: "I also participated in the incense ceremony when I was young, but unfortunately there is no Buddha fate, but I am obsessed with the essence of Buddhism, so I have regarded myself as a monk for many years, and I also ask the Bodhisattva to forgive my sins!"

The old monk's expression was terrified, obviously thinking that Jiang Liu was a teacher who was asking for guilt!

"The old Zen master is frightened, the poor monk has no malice, although he can't point the precept scar, there is no Buddha fate, but as long as there is a Buddha in his heart, what does it matter if he has a fate or not?" Seeing the old monk's panicked appearance, Jiang Liu hurriedly opened his mouth and comforted.

Yes, although there is not a single ring scar on his head, he has been a monk all his life, and he can make such a move at this time of life and death, intercepting the footsteps of the spread of the plague.

In the eyes of Jiang Liu, such an act is many times better than those Buddhas in the Western Heavens.

For a long time, Jiang Liu has no good impression of Buddhism, but it is not aimed at Buddhism, but against those hypocritical Buddhas.

Along the way, at least some people are worthy of Jiangliu's respect.

For example, the Fa Ming presiding officer of Jinshan Temple and several senior brothers take a lot of care of themselves; for example, the Bodhisattva of the King of the Earth is unwilling to go along with Buddhism; and for example, the old monk in front of him!

"Bodhisattva, the people here are all in dire straits, and I hope that the Bodhisattva will show great compassion and save them......"

Listening to Jiang Liu's words, there was no intention of Xing Shi to ask for sin, the old monk secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately, hurriedly opened his mouth to ask Jiang Liu.

"Don't worry, old Zen master, the poor monk came here for this ......" Listening to the old monk's request, Jiang Liu replied.

Listening to Jiang Liu's answer, the old monk breathed a sigh of relief.

To treat the plague, it is natural to refine the medicine that can treat the plague, for ordinary people, this plague is a very terrible thing, but for the immortal Buddha, it is nothing.

Jiang Liu opened his mouth and said to Sun Wukong: "Wukong, in this matter, you should go to heaven for a trip!"

Although he has also made achievements in alchemy, he has a specialization in the art industry, and what he is good at is refining things like healing potions, not monsters that treat diseases, so Jiang Liu thought about it and still felt that it was best to go to heaven.

"Okay, Master, I'll go to heaven to find the plague god!" Sun Wukong nodded, of course, he also knew the truth of his professional counterpart.

After dropping such a sentence, he jumped forward, used a somersault cloud method, and went to Heaven in the blink of an eye to look for the plague god.

The old monk next to him listened to the dialogue between Jiang Liu and Sun Wukong, went to Heaven for a trip, and actually said it so easily, as if he was going home, which made the old monk feel more relieved.

If there is such a miraculous means, then it is more likely to solve the situation of this plague, right?

......

Jiang Liu and the old monk were talking, but no one knew, and in the darkness, a figure was quietly hiding, watching everything that happened in the village and town.

The figure looked as if it were just a black shadow.

However, from the aspect of body shape, it can be vaguely seen that this is a woman.

"Is this the team that traveled west to learn the scriptures? I didn't expect them to come here!?" The woman stared at Jiang Liu's side, muttering in a low voice and a heavy tone.

Originally, I was ordered to come here, and I came here to wait for the old monk to die, and I also took advantage of the fact that there was still some time to sleep first.

When the old monk died, he took his soul away.

However, just as he was sleeping, he woke up with a burst of Buddha's light, and when he looked at it, he found that someone was shining with Buddha's light, and he entered the village and town.

After following and looking at it again, I found that it was the team that traveled west to learn the scriptures.

"Now, things are a little difficult to do!" After discovering the identity of Jiang Liu and the others as the westbound scripture learning team, this woman's heart sank and she felt that things had become much trickier.

If ordinary people come here and cause trouble to themselves, they can just kill them.

Even if the person who comes is a bodhisattva or a Buddha, you can do it yourself!

However, this team that traveled west to learn from the experience is not easy to do.

In the center of the immeasurable tribulation, if he made a move, would he respond to the catastrophe and die here?

Difficult!

Now it's really getting hard!

The Heavenless Buddha attached great importance to this little-known old monk.

Therefore, there has long been a decree that if this old monk dies, he will go to the Great Rebellion Buddhist Temple.

If this matter is not done well, what should the Buddha blame?