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"Master Chisong, save this child."

"Don't worry, come and lift your sleeves up." The old monk in the ragged monk robe squatted aside to take the pulse of the woman in the man's arms.

"The doctor said that this child is a terminal illness and cannot be cured. The family sold all the valuable things but failed to cure them. The foreign doctor gave injections and had surgery, and the situation was even worse. You can treat it."

The old master wanted to touch the girl's head, but he felt that he was already a big child, so he withdrew his hand and smiled kindly, "Don't be afraid, wait a moment."

"Dad, will I die?"

"Lotus, don't be afraid. With dad here, dad won't let you have something to do!"

"Dad, I'm so cold..."

"Leng. Leng, if you hold it tightly, then you won't be cold."

Many people around came to watch.

"Why is this child's face so white? I'm seeing the car."

"It's so miserable. The old Liu family gave birth to a money-losing thing. They had already said they had lost it. Otherwise, they would be a treasure. They are going to die now." The old lady next to her murmured with her sleeves leaning against the stone pillar.

Incense is swaying in the copper incense burner in front of the hall.

The Buddha sat in the hall, and some of the spectators were patients and some were pilgrims. They came to attend the Dharma Assembly. At this time, they all became doctors, chattering endlessly with each mouth.

"Dad, I'm cold..."

Middle-aged men wear long gowns. In this era, people with some background in wearing long gowns, but in the face of illness, short shirts and long gowns have become weak.

"Girl, don't fall asleep. Buddha, save the lotus."

Master Chisong came over, holding mugwort in his hand, and murmured: "The Buddha will bless you."

The people around looked around. The lit mugwort was very close to Liu Hehua's white arm.

"Hiss, it's a pity that this rich lady has been moxibustioned, and both arms are yellow moxa scars. How ugly is this..."

"That's better than losing one's life."

There was another burst of laughter around. The haze that was shrouded in diseases and bad luck before seemed to be swept away when discussing other people's sufferings.

While Master Chisong moxibustioning Liu Hehua, he asked the monks in the temple to grind the medicine ink.

"Take moxibustion three times in the morning, noon and evening every day, eight treasures, five gallbladders, three cents of arrow water in the morning, and recite the Heart Sutra three times, and you will be cured."

"Dad, it's not cold anymore."

The middle-aged man was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked: "Thank you Master. Thank you for your life-saving grace."

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Ahem.

Zhong Yue's consciousness gradually awakened. When he opened his eyes, the bright sunshine on one side shone into the Zen room.

"hiss."

Zhong Yue shook his head and felt a burst of pain.

He climbed up, poured a glass of water, his throat so dry that it could not make any noise.

"yesterday……"

He couldn't remember what happened last night, but he only remembered that the white silk bought from the system was filled with a large brush in front of the Main Hall, splashing ink freely.

Later I couldn't remember what happened.

"What happened to me last night?" Zhong Yue walked out of the Zen room with a paper cup.

Ouyang Ming was eating instant noodles, and turned around, "Brother Yue, you're awake, damn."

Zhong Yue stood in the corridor, facing the side of the Main Hall. There were about ten monks in front of the hall squatting on the ground and rubbing stone bricks.

Zhong Yue's face changed, "Where is my white silk?"

"Don't worry, I'll save it for you. By the way, Brother Yue, where did you get your ink white silk? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Zhong Yue breathed a sigh of relief. The white silk could record the formula of the medicine ink and the location of moxibustion. These were the key to saving Huang Youwei. If it was lost, Zhong Yue would probably throw Ouyang Ming down from the fourth floor.

"Tell me first, what happened to me last night?"

"What's wrong? You don't know? I'm drunk and drunk, writing calligraphy in the temple, which made all the monks in the temple come to watch. If I hadn't stopped Abbot Huikong, we would have been arrested last night to squat the bureau. After you finished writing, you would have slept on the white silk. I sent tens of thousands of red envelopes so that the monks in the temple could help clean the 'battlefield' and don't let Abbot Huikong know."

It seems that last night was due to mental exhaustion and excessive use of the spirit. Ouyang Ming was so angry that he actually thought he was drunk? If he died, Zhong Yue would really be buried.

However, he could write calligraphy in the hall, and Ouyang Ming and the monks in the temple also thought that Zhong Yue was drunk.

A temple with Buddhist beads came over, looked at the two culprits who fought with Huang'an Temple, and sighed: "Mr. Zhong, what kind of ink are you using? These ten people wiped and brushed them, and it took three hours to clean the front of the hall. If this weren't..." The temple looked at Ouyang Ming and stopped talking.

"Don't do this next time."

Zhong Yue said apologetically: "I'm so sorry, I got drunk last night..."

The monk sighed and shook his head and left, "It's so strange, why did the abbot get up so late today?"

Zhong Yue asked, "Where is Abbot Huikong?"

Ouyang Ming slapped his thigh, "It's broken, the abbot is still locked in the house by me!"

Zhong Yue choked his throat with a sip of water, "Ah?"

The two ran quickly to the abbot's room.

...

...

Half an hour later, Abbot Huikong sat in the abbot's room with a depressed look on his face. Ouyang Ming was too damaged and locked Abbot Huikong in the abbot's room last night, and forgot it. In the morning, the hungry Abbot Huikong ate instant noodles, but ended up eating a cigarette butt. If it weren't for the grandson's surname Ouyang, Abbot Huikong really wanted to send this Sun thief to the police station!

Ouyang Kaishan also came over and sat next to Shi Huikong, "Master Huikong, you have caused trouble."

Shi Huikong smiled awkwardly, "Where is it, Mr. Ouyang is polite. The two little donors... are very lively."

The lively further means naughty, and the naughty extension means that it deserves a beating.

Ouyang Kaishan signaled to Ye An who was standing beside him.

"This is my little intention to the masters in the temple."

"This... the little donor has sent it."

Ouyang Kaishan looked at Ouyang Ming standing beside him, and knew a little. It would be a big deal that it would make Ouyang Ming lose money yesterday. Otherwise, with Ouyang Ming's face, he would not have been able to get people in a mess.

"He is him, I am me. During the Chinese New Year, my wife was ill and didn't come. This is what I should give to the incense money in the temple."

Shi Huikong nodded and said, "Thank you, then. By the way, Mr. Zhong, Master Lekong looked at your painting last night. It seemed like he was remembering something. Master Lekong, tell me."

The old monk next to him said, "I have forgotten everything sixty or seventy years ago. But after reading your painting by Donor Zhong, I don't know where the old photos you found. I really recalled it. At that time, I was not a monk from Huang'an Temple, but I did participate in that Dharma Assembly. There was a donor who came to treat his daughter."

Zhong Yue nodded, "Please trouble Master."

Now that Zhong Yue has learned everything, it will be useless if you want to get a little afterwards.

"Donor Zhong."

"Ah?" Zhong Yue came to his senses.

Shi Huikong smiled and said, "Last night, I heard you have another amazing work outside the Main Hall."

"The abbot has been awarded."

"This is a fate with the Buddha. Why not leave a painting of ink treasure today?"

God is so destined to be with Buddha...

You know, yesterday Zhong Yue pointed at Tathagata and asked with a slight look on his face... If Shi Huikong heard it, he would probably not have smiled and said that he had a destiny with the Buddha.

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Book Friend Group 458448029, Wealth benefits are given during the Chinese New Year~~ Are you sure you don’t add one plus? In addition, today, the leader of the league was caught off guard and gave a thousand rewards, and there are also rewards for writing poems with injuries. I will update tomorrow. It’s almost the Chinese New Year and I’m so busy_(|3"∠)_
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