Buddhism, located at the foot of the ancient Chan Mountain, has taken root here for tens of thousands of years, spreading Buddhism on the mainland, and there are many believers in the temple. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the early morning, the morning bell of Buddhism rang, and the disciples of Buddhism and the people in the city started their morning classes as usual.

In the dense forest of the mountain behind the Buddhist sect, a thin old monk carried thorns on his back, carried a wooden barrel, chanted sutras, and walked slowly.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the old monk stopped, looked ahead, and ran quickly, like a gust of wind, almost in the blink of an eye, he appeared beside a thin figure.

"Little donor!

The old monk threw down the barrel, stretched out his thin right hand, and quickly grabbed the child who had fainted by the river and held him in his arms.

"High fever, presumably from the cold!"

Seeing that the child's face was pale, his body was hot, and even his breath was extremely weak, the old monk hurriedly touched his forehead, and it was really hot.

The old monk hurriedly put his hand on the child's vest, and in a flash, his figure disappeared by the river!

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Outside the dense forest, there is a bamboo forest, in the bamboo forest, the bamboo houses are scattered, and the surroundings are quiet, only the bamboo shadows swaying and the sound of the wind and birds singing, which can be described as a rare quiet place.

"Senior Brother Abbot, please save someone!"

The old monk carried the child through the dense forest, entered the bamboo forest, and soon came to a bamboo house in the depths of the bamboo forest, and called for help.

In the bamboo house, the long-eyebrow old monk in a simple monk's robe slowly let go of the child's scarred arm, his brows furrowed.

"Senior Brother Abbot, how is it?"

When the old monk saw the expression of the old monk with long eyebrows, he knew that this matter was tricky, and hurriedly asked.

"This son is physically and mentally damaged, his vitality is greatly damaged, and he has no power to return to heaven. However, fortunately, he is strong and strong, has a deep foundation, and has a junior brother to protect his heart in time, I will administer an injection to him, and then take a Huiyuan Jindan, take a good recuperation, and he should be cured!"

Hearing the words of the long-eyebrow old monk, the old monk breathed a sigh of relief and said, "What is the senior brother worried about?"

"This son is physically and mentally damaged and has fallen into a coma, although I can heal his physical injuries, but heart disease still needs heart medicine......" The long-eyebrow old monk sighed slightly and did not continue.

"Amitabha! Life and death have their own providence! We just do our best!"

The old monk nodded and folded his hands.

"Well, junior brother, wait for me to give the needle!"

With that, the long-bearded old monk took a roll of gold needles, and the old monk stepped forward and untied the child's clothes.

Suddenly, the old monk trembled, grabbed the green jade pendant on the child's chest, stared at the pendant excitedly, trembled all over, and suddenly burst into tears.

"Senior brother?"

The white-bearded old monk saw the old monk lose his temper like this, and looked at the sword-shaped green jade pendant he held in his hand, and said in surprise.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk still hadn't heard it, and after a long time, he slowly suppressed his mood, put down the green jade pendant, slowly stood up, and said with his hands together: "Please do your best!"

The old monk nodded, glanced at the old monk deeply, nodded, and said: "Senior brother, his cold poison penetrates deep into the viscera, you are practicing the "Arhat Golden Body" of the most rigid and yang, and I still need you to protect his heart with Gang Qi when I apply the needle!"

"Good!"

The old monk immediately lifted the child up and put his hands on his back.

The old monk with white eyebrows took a slight breath, his right hand was as fast as lightning, and in a moment, more than a hundred golden needles had been pierced on the child's body.

Then, the long-eyebrow old monk took out a round golden pill from his arms and fed it into the child's mouth, and the child's face quickly began to be rosy.

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In the middle of nowhere, in a simple bamboo hut in the middle of the jungle, the old monk sat cross-legged behind Jian Qingyu, his hands against his vest, and the warm golden light enveloped his body, swallowing endlessly!

After a long time, the old monk stopped, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead, and helped Jian Qingyu to lie down again!

In the past half a month, the old monk has expelled the cold poison for him every day, nourished the meridians and viscera, and Jian Qingyu's body has completely recovered, but he has not woken up for a long time.

"Qingyu, it's time for you to wake up! you are the hope of Sword Forge City......

The old monk whispered, he had been calling Jian Qingyu like this for several days, but he had never been able to wake up Jian Qingyu.

"Your father disappeared, and you have fallen to this point, don't you want to find them and reunite the family?"

Speaking of this, the old monk was already trembling, and the old tears were rampant!

Suddenly, Jian Qingyu's fingers moved, and the old monk was also keenly aware of it, and hurriedly grabbed Jian Qingyu's hand excitedly, and continued: "If you don't wake up sooner, how to find your father, how to save your father, how to reunite your family......

......

In his sleep, Father, Mother, and Uncle Thunder ...... Their figures appeared one by one, stretching out their hands to themselves, just like when they were toddlers when they were children, their mothers squatted opposite each other and opened their arms!

Jian Qingyu was overjoyed, and hurriedly raised his feet and ran away, however, their figures disappeared one by one, and just when he also threw himself into his mother's arms, his mother's figure also disappeared, and in the gray space, he was left standing alone, looking around, there was nothing!

"Dad!"

With an urgent call, Jian Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes, and the warm sunlight came into view, making him instantly understand that everything just now was a dream!

During this time, he had countless similar dreams, but each time, his father and mother would disappear one by one, and finally he was left alone, constantly wandering and pursuing!

"Amitabha, little donor, you're awake!"

Just as Jian Qingyu was in a daze, a kind voice woke him up.

Jian Qingyu turned his head to look, only to see an old monk who was described as thin and came over with a bowl of decoction.

"Come on, let's drink the medicine first!"

The old monk scooped up a spoonful of decoction and fed it to Jian Qingyu's mouth.

Jian Qingyu stared blankly at this kind old monk, opened his mouth mechanically, and drank the decoction one by one.

"Master, may I ask you...... Where is this? Did you save me?"

Jian Qingyu's voice was hoarse and low, as if it was lifeless.

The old monk stroked Jian Qingyu's head with pity: "This is the Buddha Sect, why did you faint by the river?"

"I ...... I don't know...... I just fell into the river one night and woke up right here!"

"Where do you live, I'll send you back!"

The old monk nodded and smiled.

"I ...... No more home......"

Speaking of this, Jian Qingyu's face darkened again, and tears flowed silently.

"Child, if you want, stay in the Buddha Sect and accompany the old man!" the old monk sighed slightly, covering the head of Jian Qingyu.

"Master!" Jian Qingyu slowly knelt in front of the old monk and said in a low voice: "Please forgive me, master, juniors can't become monks!"

"Lao Gao doesn't want you to become a monk!" the old monk smiled: "Lao Ge is alone, and he also vows not to accept apprentices, I only hope that you can accompany Lao Ge here for ten years, and you can go down the mountain after ten years!"

"Master Xie!" Jian Qingyu nodded, kowtowing to the old monk.

"No need to be polite!" The old monk smiled and picked up Jian Qingyu: "The old man's name is bitter, you can match the name of the law!"

"Yes! Master of Bitter Ring!" Jian Qingyu hurriedly hugged his fists and said!

"Amitabha!" Bitter precept chanted the Buddha's name, nodded, and smiled: "You should rest again first!"

"Master go slowly!"

Jian Qingyu bowed slightly and nodded, and said.

Kujie nodded and walked away quickly!

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In the bamboo forest, in the abbot's bamboo house, five old monks sat cross-legged on the futon.

"Senior Brother Abbot, Senior Brother is in charge of his own affairs, and I hope Senior Brother will forgive me!"

"Senior Brother of Bitter Ring, do you know where that little kid came from?" asked an obese old monk with a frown.

"Senior brother, now that the Dao Sect is eyeing our sect, we must not accept people of unknown origin into the sect in vain!" another thin old monk said lightly.

"Senior brothers, that kid is definitely not a Taoist spy, and the junior brother only left him in the Buddhist sect for ten years, and after ten years, let him go down the mountain!"

"Does the junior brother know that child?" the fat old monk looked at the bitter precept with some surprise.

"Amitabha! The red world under the mountain, the Buddha door is quiet, there is no need to ask about good and evil, the Buddha is destined to be a person!" The abbot Kude suddenly clasped his hands together and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, that child is homeless, why not let him accompany the junior brother of the bitter precept here for ten years?"

The monks were stunned, frowning and pondering one by one, and the sturdy old monk who had never spoken suddenly clasped his hands together and said: "I, the Buddha! What the abbot said is very true! Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, my Buddha can tolerate all evil people, but how can he not tolerate a young child!"

"Amitabha! What Senior Brother Abbot and Senior Brother Kuen said is very true, and the old monk is in love!" The obese old monk and the thin old monk stretched their brows, and bowed slightly towards the abbot Kude and the strong old monk Kuen!

"Amitabha!"

Abbot Kude showed a smile on his face, put his hands together, and chanted the Buddha's name in a low voice!

"Amitabha!"

The other four old monks are all smiling, clasping their hands together, and chanting the Buddha's name!