The sun is shining on the streets.

Ling Bai walked on the road, causing a strange gaze to look around.

"Abbot, aren't you hot?" Miaoguang tilted her head, looking at Ling Bai, who had wrapped herself in a brown bear.

"Hot?" Ling Bai looked around, passers-by were all a combination of base shirts and coats, except for a few old people who were cold and wore flower jackets, there were no other bewitching teenagers like him.

As February approaches, the weather in the south has warmed up.

This is a season called spring, and it should be running naked in the fields to enjoy the grass growing and the warbler flying, and everything recovering.

Ling Bai tightened the padded jacket that weighed more than two catties on his body, and let out a loud sound, showing his coldness.

Approaching the flower shop, you can hear the intense drums from afar, the gongs and drums are noisy, the loud trumpets are blowing festive tunes, and from time to time there is the 'bang' sound of the earth-shattering cannon.

The open space in front of the temple was crowded with people, dragon and lion dances, and red banners hung high.

Zhu Fu, who was standing in front of the incense burner, held a megaphone and shouted loudly with spittle: "Embrace the earth with life and repay the motherland with gratitude!"

Warm your parents with gratitude, and let the touching stay in the world.

Because we are grateful, our hearts are as bright as pearls.

A happy life begins with gratitude.

A trace of gratitude warms the hearts of others.

A kindness, ten thousand tribute.

The crow has the righteousness of feeding, and the sheep knows the grace of kneeling.

Master Ling of Landa Temple, eliminating demons and guarding the road, the Buddha's light shines on the phoenix.

"Thank you, Master Ling, thank you to Landa Temple. Zhu Fu raised his arms excitedly and shouted, looking at the onlookers who were eating melons with a confused face.

"Abbot, the benefactor seems to be talking about you. Miaoguang listened for a moment and said in a lost voice.

Ling Bai smiled mysteriously, leaving Miaoguang with a majestic back.

He had already recognized Zhu Fu, and he also had a bottom in his heart about his intentions, but he didn't expect his work efficiency to be so high, and he shouted people the next day, not to pay attention to the dragon and lion dances, and to fire firecrackers.

"Ahem. Ling Bai walked up to the crowd and coughed lightly.

"Go away young man, don't get in the way, we're waiting for Master Ling from Landa Temple to come. An old man at the front glared at him with an unkind look.

"I ......"

"Get out of the way!" the old man picked up the 24-shot cannon in his hand and threatened.

"Huh. Ling Bai laughed twice, not daring to make a mistake in front of the cannonball. The cannon in the old man's hand is two thumbs thick, and the blue-green lead is less than half a centimeter, which is a good weapon for frying cow and fish.

He obediently stepped aside.

The old man holds a cannon in his right hand, incense sticks in his left hand, and his white goatee under his chin sways lightly in the wind, like a fairy among the gods.

"With this cannon, Master Jingling removed the yellow skin essence and protected the peace of Zhujia Village. ”

Boom.

The artillery burst out one meter from his hand.

"This cannon, Master Jingling is kind-hearted and doesn't take a penny. ”

Boom.

The artillery burst out half a meter from his hand.

This cannon scared Ling Bai a lot.

The old man was calm, looked around, and said loudly, "Folks, please follow me to incense." ”

The surrounding area suddenly erupted in a warm response like a sea tide, and the villagers of Zhujia Village lined up in an orderly manner, each with a handful of lit incense sticks, and took turns to bow on the incense and pray for blessings.

"What's the matter? Why did the patriarch of Zhujia Village bring his people to the temple to make incense?" someone outside the crowd exclaimed.

"I heard that it was a young monk who broke the temple and received a yellow-skinned essence. The yellow-skinned man was so vicious that he skinned a little girl and wore it as a garment......"

"Shhh ”

The questioner just now gasped and exclaimed: "If there is such a god, I will also go to the incense, the town has not been peaceful recently, and there are dead people every three or five times." ”

"It's not, if you die, it's not enough for the country to open up a second child, so you have to start with a fifth child. The other put out the cigarette in his hand and threw it on the ground angrily, "When I go back, I will discuss with my mother-in-law the plan to create a man and contribute to the country." ”

......

"Master Ling, why are you here?"

Zhu Fu, who was directing the dragon and lion dances and the suona troupe, saw Ling Bai in the crowd, rubbed his eyes, and confirmed for a long time before he stepped forward and exclaimed.

Ling Bai smiled silently.

Zhu Fu hurriedly waved his hand, and the suona heavenly group immediately closed his voice.

"Master Ling is here. When the end of the suona stopped, he hurriedly shouted at the others.

Soon, the name of Zhujia Village was surrounded.

The old man with the cannon in his hand stepped forward quickly and asked in surprise: "This little .... Fart... Little Master is Master Ling?"

Zhu Fu scratched his head and sneered embarrassedly, "I didn't recognize it when I put on my clothes." ”

The surrounding villagers suddenly realized that it was sauce purple. (￣▽￣)~*

"Hello donors, the poor monk is the abbot of Landa Temple who is known as 'If you don't see Master Ling in your life, you will be called a hero in vain'. Ling Bai clasped his hands together and smiled slightly.

"Master Ling is so young, and the Dharma is already so profound, which is really admirable. The old man stroked the goat's whiskers under his chin and said to himself, "It's just that this dress is too unusual." ”

"Those are just foreign objects," Ling Bai smiled, looked at Zhu Fu, and asked with a smile on his face.

Zhu Fu was surprised, and hurriedly introduced, "This is the patriarch of our Zhujia Village. ”

"Patriarch Zhu, hello. Ling Bai made a formal salute, the patriarch's status in the village is even higher than that of the village chief, and this kind of person needs to be tried to win him over.

"I know everything about Zhu Fu's family, and today I brought the villagers here, first, to thank the master for his righteous deeds, and secondly, to organize fundraising to help repair the temple. ”

"Oh?" Ling Bai looked at him fixedly. Obviously, he has a word for later.

Ling Bai didn't answer, and Patriarch Zhu was slightly surprised, but whenever other temples heard about repairing temples and donating sesame oil, they couldn't wait to write the word happy on their faces. The young man in front of him was not shocked, it was really profound Buddhism, and his qualitative nature was amazing.

He frowned, and said softly: "Recently, there has been a strange thing in the village, which has plagued the villagers for a long time. ”

"But it doesn't hurt to say that. Ling Bai's face was indifferent.

"A few months ago, a family had a few pieces of fish scales on their body, and at first they thought it was just ordinary ichthyosis, so they didn't take it seriously and applied some dermatitis to continue their normal farm work. I never thought that the fish scales gradually spread all over the body, and it looked terrible, and I went to the city hospital to see it, but it was not well treated....."

"Skin diseases should go to the hospital for treatment, but the hospital in Qiancheng can't do it, you can transfer to the big hospital in the capital. Ling Bai frowned slightly.

"Come here. Patriarch Zhu waved from behind, and a tightly wrapped person walked over slowly.

He untied the cloth wrapped around his face and stood in front of Ling Bai.

"Shhh Ling Bai's stomach churned, and his heart trembled violently, almost vomiting out the old fritters in the morning.

The middle-aged man in front of him had a dry, rough face with diamond-shaped or polygonal scales, and his appearance was like fish scales or snakeskin, and he looked extremely terrifying.

For people with a phobia of intensity, this is tantamount to Sadako with a midnight bell.

The middle-aged man also knew how much impact the things on his body would have on people, so he hurriedly covered his face after just a few seconds, and stepped aside, his expression gloomy.