Hearing this Buddha horn, Chen Sanxian's eyes became more and more cold.

Zhao Zimouse also stopped what he was doing. He watched the lame old monk walking slowly and was silent.

It wasn't until the lame old monk limped in front of Xiaoshuang that Chen Sanxian spoke: "I didn't expect to meet you, a bald donkey." ”

"Don't be impatient, everything is cause and effect. The lame old monk said to Chen Sanxian a Buddha salute.

"What's the matter, there is still cause and effect between you and me?" Chen Sanxian said with a disdainful smile after listening to the lame old monk's words.

"The cause and effect between the donor and me have long passed, and the cause and effect of the present is the cause and effect of this little donor. The lame old monk said.

"You called him a child just now, and now you're a little donor? Chen Sanxian sneered.

"Amitabha, the Buddha is in the heart. The lame old monk performed another Buddhist ritual.

"Today, the poor monk wants to make a good fate, on the one hand, he hopes that the donor can cure the disease and save people, and on the other hand, he also hopes that the donor can face the past. Although the lame old monk's voice was hoarse and abnormal, it was so pleasant to listen to in the ears of Duan Ying and the others.

Even Xiaoshuang, who was close to his brother, calmed down after listening to the voice of the lame old monk.

"That's a good thing to say, look at what you've done for so many years?" Chen Sanxian snorted coldly and said disdainfully, "You don't care about my business!"

"Amitabha, don't be irritable. Be calm and calm, and everything will be solved naturally. The lame old monk said with a slight smile.

"I really suspect that you have nothing to do, and your mouth is discounted!" Chen Sanxian looked at the lame old monk's kind and kind smile and said helplessly.

Looking at Chen Sanxian's expression, Xiaoshuang seemed to also feel the delicate relationship between the lame old monk and Chen Sanxian, so he immediately opened his mouth and said to the lame old monk: "Master, please save Brother Shan!"

"Don't panic, little donor, I believe that this donor will not die without help. The lame old monk looked at Xiao Shuang, "And you have compassion in your heart, so you will naturally be blessed by my Buddha." ”

"The donor you are talking about is definitely not me!" Chen Sanxian made up his mind, he was going to scold this lame bald donkey if he said a word, the two had known each other for so many years and really hadn't seen him red-faced.

"All living beings in the world have a reason to survive, and the single brother in the mouth of the little donor also has an unfinished but dusty fate, and the donor is a gesture of effort, and he can also avoid some karma. The lame old monk said lightly.

"I'm telling you! Don't try to lie to me! Karma is something you believe in, but if you don't believe it, you don't. I'm sure I don't believe it!" Chen Sanxian hurriedly waved his hand when he heard that the lame old monk had mentioned karma.

"Amitabha, may the benefactor always have a heart of awe. The lame old monk smiled disapprovingly, and said to Chen Sanxian.

"Little donor, can you take me to see your brother?" the lame old monk then said to Xiaoshuang.

"Master, can you save Brother Shan!" Xiaoshuang was overjoyed when he heard the lame old monk, and hurriedly said.

"Everything has its own certainty, and it would be better to take me to see it. The lame old monk said lightly.

"Okay, I'll take you to see it, Master!" Xiao Shuang nodded again and again after listening to the lame old monk's words.

Saying that, Xiaoshuang led the lame old monk to his home.

"Second young master, what do we say?" Seeing that the lame old monk and Xiaoshuang had left, Zhao Zirat, who had been by Chen Sanxian's side, asked.

"He's in trouble when he's here, so let's go ahead and have a look. Chen Sanxian sighed, if there was anyone in this world that he didn't want to deal with, this lame old monk was definitely one of them.

Duan Ying looked at Chen Sanxian, who looked quite jealous, and couldn't help but feel that today was more meaningful. After all, there is rarely the kind of confidence on Chen Sanxian's face today that everything is under control.

This is still more comfortable for Duan Ying, who has long been aesthetically tired of Chen Sanxian's smile.

When the lame old monk and Xiaoshuang saw their brother, there was a hint of strangeness in the lame old monk's kind expression.

"What's wrong with the master?" the delicate little shuang asked nervously after observing the change in the lame old monk's expression.

"Amitabha, how long has the little benefactor been sick?" the lame old monk asked without answering directly.

"It's been almost half a month. Brother Shan thought for a moment and replied.

"Amitabha, this is not a disease, it is a poison. The lame old monk folded his hands and said with a Buddha horn.

"Poison?" Xiaoshuang and his brother were a little puzzled when they heard this, they were just helpless orphans, who would poison them?

"Master, are you sure it's poison?" Although Brother Shan still didn't have much strength between his words, he was also full of disbelief in the lame old monk's words.

"Monks don't speak. The lame old monk nodded, and by the way, he took out a wine jug from his bosom and took a sip of spirits.

"Master, monks can't drink alcohol, right?" Xiaoshuang looked at the old monk who was drinking and felt more and more that he was not very reliable.

"It's just a practice. The lame old monk said disappreciatively, and took another big sip of wine by the way.

"Dare to ask if the master can cure the poison on Brother Shan's body?" Although Xiao Shuang was gradually disappointed in this drinking monk in his heart, he still asked.

"Detoxification, of course, I can't do it. The lame old monk shook his head and said.

As soon as Xiaoshuang heard the lame old monk say this, he just wanted to get angry when he heard his brother say: "Since this is the case, there is no way to do it, trouble the master to go this way." ”

"Brother Shan, it's all my fault, I should beg that person again!" Xiaoshuang said with some regret when he saw his brother's weak appearance.

"It's okay, Shuang. I'm very happy that you have this heart. Brother Shan is still so open-minded and said.

"Amitabha, although I can't cure the poison of the little benefactor, it doesn't mean that no one can. The lame old monk gasped.

"Who else!" Xiao Shuang immediately came to his senses when he heard this. Although he said that he didn't trust this old monk a little, he was still willing to give it a try for the sake of Brother Shan.

"He's already here. The lame old monk smiled, and his compassion was daunting.

Before Xiaoshuang and his brother could react, Chen Sanxian and the others had already returned to their home.

"You bald donkey, all the good people let you do it?" Chen Sanxian said angrily.

"My lord, are you willing to save Brother Shan?" Xiaoshuang looked at Chen Sanxian and the others who had gone and returned, and was immediately overjoyed.

"Don't think too well, I'm here mainly to see what this bald donkey is going to do?" Chen Sanxian said as he looked at Xiao Shuang, whose eyes were full of expectation.

"Why doesn't the donor face his own heart?" said the lame old monk, taking a long sip of wine.

"Like you, be a flower monk?" said Chen Sanxian with a disdainful expression.

"The donor's words are wrong, this is practice. The lame old monk shook his head and said.

"Cultivation, I see that your cultivation has been cultivated to the dog!" Chen Sanxian snorted coldly and said angrily.

"I can't say that, maybe the dog's Buddha fate is better than mine. This is incomparable. The lame old monk shook his head and said.

"I really don't want to see you again, this old thing, you are really disabled!" Chen Sanxian said through gritted teeth.

He knew that he was far from being able to talk about this old thing that alone debated Zen Buddhism for 300 people back then, so he could only complain angrily.

That's how quick the tongue went. The lame old monk said silently with a Buddha name.

"Really, every word you say makes me want to kill you. You said that with your mouth, when you die, will you go to Xitian or to Xudu?" Chen Sanxian's patience reached the limit.

"Amitabha, what if I don't have a withered body like the donor?" the lame old monk smiled, but he lost his compassion.

After hearing the lame old monk's words, Chen Sanxian's face calmed down: "Among old friends, you are the first one I know." ”

"So is the donor. The lame old monk nodded.

"Boy, you can show me this time. Chen Sanxian didn't say anything to the lame old monk anymore, he walked up to his brother who was lying on the bed and said.

The elder brother looked at Chen Sanxian's eyes with complicated eyes, but when he looked at Xiaoshuang's concerned eyes, he finally sighed and said, "It's troublesome." ”

In fact, he is just a child, how can he really not yearn for health and not fear death? Maybe he can end this life of suffering after death, but since the two have been tied up since they became Xiaoshuang, it is impossible to let go easily.

"Amitabha, the donor has formed a good fate again. The lame old monk was very satisfied with Chen Sanxian's performance and said.

"Can you shut up first!" Chen Sanxian was extremely disdainful of the lame old monk's behavior of being cheap and obedient.

"I really don't know how you participate in this Buddha, when you see good karma and merits, you will bite like a dog! What is the use of asking for so many merits?" Chen Sanxian said with a grumbling voice.

The donor's words are a little small. Caring for the world and being compassionate is what a monk should do. The lame old monk said with a straight face, and between the words, Xiaoshuang seemed to see the glow behind the lame old monk.

"Don't fight, don't let me call you the second time!" Chen Sanxian's voice was full of murderous aura.

The lame man knows that Chen Sanxian doesn't like his law name very much, and basically hasn't handed in his law name. When he said this, he also felt that Chen Sanxian's patience had reached a certain limit.

"Amitabha, the poor monk will not bother the donor to save people. "I didn't argue, I made a quick decision, drank a big sip of wine, and didn't say more.

Seeing that he finally stopped talking, Chen Sanxian also put down his mind and stretched out his hand on his brother's meridians.

"It will hurt a lot, hold back. As soon as Chen Sanxian finished speaking, before his brother was ready, he directly urged the dead air in his body.

The dead air poured into his brother's meridians, which directly made his brother experience the feeling of being completely broken.

"Ahh

The tragic screams made Duan Ying not even dare to look at this scene directly.