Watching the blood dripping into the little monk's mouth, the little monk actually made swallowing movements because his Adam's apple was moving.
I feel like my zombie has failed a bit.
Generally speaking, zombies suck people's blood, but my zombie keeps giving away its own blood to others.
I began to doubt life.
Until I felt that I was in a trance, I was exhausted, and I saw double images in my eyes.
I shook my head suddenly, and the old monk helped me wrap the wound with gauze, and then said: "Okay, now you Sit for a while and adjust your breathing.
I will give my disciple some luck and send your blood to the blocked and broken tendons all over his body, trying to straighten out the tendons."
"Okay, I'll sit on the edge and won't disturb you."
I quickly found the corner of the bed.
It was said that I was meditating and adjusting my breath, and I was pretending, but my back was pressed against the wall, and my whole body was like mud.
I didn't have much strength.
I must have lost too much blood.
My hair and lips felt a little numb. .
I hurriedly moved the luck yin energy throughout my body, first the small Zhoutian, and then the large Zhoutian.
After circulating for a few times, my whole body felt slightly better.
I turned my head and glanced at the old monk.
The old monk was just like the one on TV.
He was holding his hands on the back of the young monk.
He was obviously injecting Qi into his body, but there were no special effects, unlike the ones on TV.
There was smoke or light or something, but the old monk's bald head and the young monk's bald head both had big beads of sweat.
Then I had already rested and wanted to go down to the tower, but I didn't dare to disturb them, so I endured it, leaned against the wall, and fell asleep after a while.
When I felt someone calling me and pushing me, I opened my eyes and turned around to look around.
The lights in the room were already on, and the old monk in front of me was looking at me with a smile.
Then he put his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, thank you for your great kindness.
My disciple is out of danger.
As long as he gives time, he will recover."
"Master, please don't say that.
We should apologize to you.
We were at the exit of the highway and accidentally bumped into your apprentice."
I was a little embarrassed, but I didn't hide it.
I said, "Fortunately, there is a remedy." opportunity.”
"Amitabha, there is a destiny in the world.
I am afraid that my disciple's calamity today has been destined for a long time.
And if he can turn danger into safety and avoid this calamity, he is also destined to be good."
The old monk said: " Come on, let's go downstairs quickly, I'm afraid your friends are in a hurry."
After going downstairs, Yuelan and the others quickly gathered around me and asked questions.
They were relieved to see that I was safe and sound.
I said, "Master said that little master Lingmu is out of danger.
As long as he gives time, he will get better."
With a "wow" sound, the fat man cried loudly.
Then with a plop, he knelt down in front of the old monk and kowtowed repeatedly.
The old monk helped him up, and then comforted him: "Everything is destined, donor.
This is a lesson for you.
You must be careful when driving in the future."
"I know, thank you all for your teachings.
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In order to make up for my mistakes, I am willing to bear financial compensation.
How much is needed?
As long as I can afford it, I will pay it."
The fat man said with tears streaming down his face, wanting to solve the problem with money. everything.
"No, no, no."
The old monk refused: "The smell of copper will only disturb the monks' spiritual cultivation."
"Then let's donate the lamp oil money."
The fat man said proudly: "I will donate 100,000."
"The donor does not care about the amount of money, but the sincerity of the heart."
The old monk taught: "As long as you sincerely repent, you don't need to spend money to buy peace of mind."
When the old monk said this, the image of the monk in my mind increased several times in an instant.
You know, in the past news reports, the monks were rich in fish and meat, with a monthly income of tens of thousands.
What about marrying a wife and having children?
To be a monk, you need a bachelor's degree.
Above, selling Buddha statues, consecration and other means of making money, taking the opportunity to profit from female believers in the name of teaching.
I once suspected that these monks were liars who cheated people out of food and drink, but the behavior of this old monk made me feel that not all monks were so miserable.
At least in my eyes, he was a completely enlightened monk.
"Everyone is hungry, so let's go to the canteen first to have a fast meal."
The old monk made an invitation gesture.
We were indeed hungry, not to mention that now that the old monk didn’t pursue the matter, it was natural for him to say what he said, so we followed him to the canteen.
The vegetarian meal was quite rich, including fried vermicelli, tofu, lentils, mushrooms, and a lot of vegetables.
They were indeed vegetarian, but they were cooked in the style of meat dishes.
Yuelan and I didn't eat them, and neither did the old monk. asked, just smiling and nodding, maybe he saw through both of us.
After eating, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.
The old monk said: "You guys are staying, so why not go back?"
"Let's go back, we still have important things to do."
I quickly said: "Besides, there are so many of us, and my wife and sister-in-law are here.
It's not convenient to stay in the temple."
"Then it's up to you.
Pay attention to safety on the road, Amitabha."
The old monk put his hands together and saluted, and we saluted back.
Before leaving, we went to the merit box in the Main Hall and stuffed 20,000 yuan in.
We didn’t bring much with us when we left.
And we have already agreed that after the ceremony is over, we will come back to see the young monk, and then we will donate a little more.
As the old monk said, although money does not buy peace of mind, money spent does bring peace of mind.
A little bit.
After that, we drove to the Qixing Temple in Qixingyan Town, still on the highway, but this time the fat man was much more cautious.
The so-called three things happened.
He bumped into the mother and son of the Chen family once before, and this time he hit the little monk.
The fat man had a big ups and downs.
If he was able to turn the corner today, it was probably due to the smoke coming out of his ancestral grave, so he would naturally cherish and be more careful.
Entering Qixingyan Town, everything is familiar yet unfamiliar.
At around ten o'clock at night, the streets of the entire town are deserted.
We drove straight up to the Seven Stars Temple.
The entire road had been completely repaired.
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The Malaysian Ghost King had previously repaired half of it, and then my grandfather donated money to repair the remaining half.
Now the car can drive directly from the foot of the mountain to the steps of the Seven Stars Temple. at.
A large area of land was designated around the steps, hundreds of parking spaces were built, and there was even a canteen next to it.
It’s been so long since I’ve been here, it’s really turned upside down.
We knocked on the door and entered.
Mo Yang led us directly to the main hall, and then went to inform Master Long.
After a while, not only Master Long, but all the long-lost old guys arrived.
Dragon Master, the agents of horses, snakes, monkeys, roosters, dogs, and the deaf and blind people were all present.
Everyone exchanged pleasantries, but I couldn't find the Yueyang Taoist and the two Maoshan Taoist priests.
Longzhangjiao said that Taoist Yueyang returned to Longmen Sect to take charge, while the two Taoist priests from Maoshan returned to Maoshan, but they should also come to Qixing Temple in the past two days, because they were invited to watch the ceremony
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