Originally, Feihuo and Qingwen were supposed to leave Ezhou that day and continue westward, but Feihuo and Qingwen still listened to it temporarily because of the chaos in Xiakou City.

Of course, there are many risks associated with this.

In the evening of that day, a very strange thing happened in Xiakou City.

The blacksmith's wife died not long after taking the elixir of the monk Chaozheng.

This can be regarded as stabbing the basket, and Zhang Blacksmith and Zhang Qiaoqiao carried the body of Mrs. Zhang to the front of the Dizang Temple to ask for an explanation.

This incident was a sensation, and it spread very quickly, because I had never heard of the medicine of the monk Chaozheng who could eat the dead.

The courtyard door of the Dizang Temple was closed, and the monk and Sha Wan did not open the door, just waiting for the blacksmith to kneel outside the temple gate, but it was Zhang Qiaoqiao who broke his mouth and cried in front of the temple gate, and the scene was both miserable and embarrassing.

There are more and more onlookers, and there are many opinions, none of which is reliable, but a few voices account for the majority.

"This blacksmith is not sincere, everyone is incense in the Tibetan temple every day, and preaches for the master everywhere on weekdays, you are good, don't say anything about the pill, you can't make up your mind, the medicine stone is invalid!"

The monk was sitting firmly on the rock in the courtyard, and Sha Wanwan asked with some puzzlement: "Master, why is this, we are waiting for the father and daughter to do this?"

"Don't worry, this is exactly what I intended, our influence is still not enough, only there is some fame in Xiakou City, I need to at least let the whole of Ezhou know my prestige as 'Master Chaozheng', so I want to put on a good show!"

Feihuo and Qingwen were mixed in the crowd, he was also a little puzzled why this kind of thing happened, seeing that Zhang Qiaoqiao's miserable expression, he felt a little pity for her, "How did it become like this, even if there is a problem with the medicine of the chaotic monk, there is no need to kill people, isn't this smashing your own feet..."

"When I checked Mrs. Zhang's pulse before, I found that Mrs. Zhang's pulse was actually quite stable, at least not when she died violently, it should be the cause of the pill!"

However, this is not possible in front of everyone's eyes.

"It's not that simple, that demon monk should be waiting for something!" Spitfire looked around, although it was already night, and some townspeople would go home to rest, but the sudden death of Mrs. Zhang seemed to attract many people, much more than the people in the daytime.

He suddenly understood something.

Seeing that the time was ripe, the monk opened the temple door directly, and Monk Nasha lit a torch and followed the monk Chaozheng.

Monk Chaozheng folded his hands, saluted everyone, and said, "Everyone, I am meditating and meditating just now, I don't know what this is called?"

Zhang Qiaoqiao stepped forward directly, and said angrily to the chaotic monk: "Monk, you gave my mother's elixir, my mother ate it, but she died in the afternoon, did you give poison!"

"Qiaoqiao, don't be unreasonable!" Blacksmith Zhang's face was not very good, but he still patiently said to the monk Chaozheng: "Master, my wife is fine this morning, I took your medicine, just..."

"Don't panic, I'll see what's going on!" Monk Chaozheng stepped forward unhurriedly, took the torch of Sha Wan, and then illuminated Mrs. Zhang's remains.

That Mrs. Zhang had been bedridden for many years, already emaciated, her face was as sallow as before her death, and she obviously had not received any good care.

"Your wife, it's indeed dead!" Monk Chaozheng handed the torch back to Sha Wan, and then turned back to Blacksmith Zhang and said, "Confirm that it is correct!"

"You monk, you killed my mother, I want justice, I want to report to the official to arrest you!" Zhang Qiaoqiao gritted his teeth, pointed at the chaotic monk, and was about to come forward to fight, but fortunately, Zhang Blacksmith pulled his daughter back.

"Master, I..." Blacksmith Zhang also wanted to cry without tears.

"Don't panic, although your wife is dead, but it's not that there is no salvation, my Buddha is merciful, my Jizo Bodhisattva is the Bodhisattva of the underworld, in charge of the Difu, through life and death, I naturally have a way to save your wife!" The monk smiled and said to Zhang Blacksmith: "You trust me?"

"Don't believe it!" Zhang Qiaoqiao was about to say something, but Blacksmith Zhang still looked at the monk Chaozheng with a hopeful face, and said, "Please don't care about my little girl, her temperament is like this..."

The monk smiled and said to Zhang Qiaoqiao: "Girl, if I save your mother, can you trust me?"

"Don't believe you, if you save my mother, I will go to your Dizang Temple as a nun!" Zhang Qiaoqiao is also fierce, "If you can't..."

"Everyone, if this monk can't, please demolish his temple and let him go to see the official!"

Now the crowd is fried, no one has heard of a way to come back to life in this world, but the chaotic monk swears, and the little girl of the Zhang family is forcing each other step by step, but there is some good drama to watch.

"Okay!" The chaotic monk was also refreshed, and said to everyone: "I made a bet with this little girl, if I lose, please send me to see the official, if I win, please go to the surrounding states and counties early tomorrow morning to preach for me, I Buddha Pudu sentient beings, just today!"

After the monk said, he stepped forward directly and circled around Mrs. Zhang, still reciting words in his mouth, reciting scriptures.

However, the miraculous thing is that while the monk is chanting sutras, golden words emerge from his body, as if the Buddha has appeared.

Everyone didn't dare to speak, just the formation could bluff people for a few points, not to mention that the chaotic monk said that he wanted people to come back to life.

"Bring the dead back to life..."Feihuo finally knew why the monk had to wait for so many people to come, "He is so confident, does he really have the art of bringing the dead back to life?"

"No, not at all..."Qing Wen knew that Tang Beiyi had been studying this technique for a long time, but he died without a problem, because there was no medical technique in this world that could bring people back to life.

Unless it's "magic".

However, what happened next was beyond anyone's prediction.

That Mrs. Zhang was surrounded by the golden scriptures, and gradually floated in the air, and the runes of the scriptures surrounded Mrs. Zhang's body.

With the sentence of the chaotic monk "The deceased returns, and the deceased is revived", Mrs. Zhang actually opened her eyes.

Madame Zhang's limbs began to move, her consciousness gradually awakened, and finally she stood up and called out to the stunned Blacksmith Zhang and Zhang Qiaoqiao: "Official... Qiaoqiao... I... I'm back!"

At this moment, the entire venue was silent, and inadvertently, he actually saw a "magic technique".