Yu Liang packed up his robe and spitted his bald head, straightened his hairstyle, and walked into the small courtyard for entertaining pilgrims with a charming smile. There were so many light yards in Heifeng Zen Temple. Although it was a bit old, the tables, chairs, and benches were still neat.

"Brother, sit down, no, donor, Amitabha." Yu Liang patted and stretched out his hand. It was not right. This was not a company customer. This was a temple to burn incense and worship Buddha. His gesture changed. A great monk. Yu Liang looked at him and saw that the person in front of him had yellow skin, with oil. Although Yu Liang was not knowledgeable, he still knew the rich and poor of this person.

Yu Liang sighed, there was no more oil and water, but no matter how he said that he had received the first pilgrimage. He plucked his hair by the geese, beat the scales by the fish by the scalypse, and mosquitoes had to pick half a pound of meat for it, let alone a living person.

"My little master, I don't know if the master is here. I have something urgent to ask for help from the master." The man was restless and was in a state of silence. When he saw Yu Liang walking in, he quickly got up and pulled Yu Liang's monk robe, with an anxious look on his face, his eyes were floating, and his heart was anxious.

"Don't be anxious, don't worry, if you have something, just like me." Yu Liang imitated the kindness of the big bald head, with a smile on his lips. The man was stunned and then shook his head. "No, no, I really have something urgent to look for the master. Master, please ask the master to come."

Yu Liang was depressed. Master, there were no big bald heads, but three little bald heads. "Donor, uncle, went to the mountain to practice hard, and he would not come back in a long time. Just tell me if you have something to do."

Yu Liang glanced at the bag behind the man. It was good, it was more than ten kilograms. Whether it was rice or noodles, Yu Liang had to settle it.

"Master is not here, alas, little master, then we're leaving." Yu Liang saw that this is not possible. Just leave if you leave, leave things.

"Brother, brother, you have something to discuss, don't leave." Yu Liang was anxious and showed his little look. The middle-aged man was stunned. Yu Liang quickly introduced his own business level.

"Brother, I am no, brother, I am now the head of Heifeng Zen Temple. I can make a decision on anything. You said, if you have something, I will do whatever you want, and make a wish. I will make a reservation for you in minutes. I want my son to have a son and want a grandson and grandson. Don't look at me young. My brother became a monk at the age of one, recited the Four Books and Five Classics at the age of three, participated in the National Youth Monk Competition at the age of six, and won dozens of gold medals in a row. At the age of ten, I went abroad to study for further studies. Shakyamuni personally met him and cried and shouted to me to worship me." Yu Liang saw the middle-aged man's face confused, and he breathed a sigh of relief, and finally kept him.

"I don't know what you said. If the master is not here, I'm going back." The middle-aged man recognized the master, but Yu Liang couldn't even hold on.

"Master, brother, I'm not bragging. Do you know why I can become the abbot of the temple? This is our internal competition. You are the master of my defeated general." When Yu Liang said, the middle-aged man stopped.

"Really, you are more capable than a master." Yu Liang didn't care about these things now. Yaya, for a bit of food, he cares about him. "I'm a big one, I haven't seen my clothes. Look, the fabric is so good, what does the master usually wear."

"Well, I don't know, you are really better than a master." Yu Liang was speechless. After saying it several times, this person didn't believe it. "Really, brother, I will definitely not lose money if I bought me. It's only 998, no, I got my diploma and came here."

"Okay, I don't understand what you said. My family is sick. The doctor said he can only go to a large hospital, but my family has no money." Yu Liang heard carefully. Dr. Yaya was incompetent to see the doctor, and this disease was too small. Yu Liang wanted to slap himself a few times, but why didn't he ask clearly?

"Can you cure it?" The middle-aged man was a little suspicious. After all, Yu Liang had no hair on his lips and was unable to do anything.

Yu Liang gritted his teeth and nodded without blinking. He nodded with certainty. "Yes, any disease can be cured. Buddha saves all living beings. Brother, what you are talking about is a minor illness, cancer, AIDS, and that is all a trivial matter in front of Buddha."

"Cancer, what is AIDS disease?" Yu Liang patted his head. The mountains are so simple. Yu Liang can't do it. "Slave illness, terminal illness, Buddha can cure terminal illness. Your wife is a minor illness, either she is unconscious or she doesn't have water or rice. As long as she has a breath, I can cure it."

Yu Liang was planning to cheat the whole thing, and he was disabled. As long as the food was left behind, you could ask me to cure the bald man for Buddha. "Big brother, that's great."

The middle-aged man finally let go. Yu Liang grabbed the food and threw it aside. "Brother, this bag is too hindered. Let's go, I will take medicine for you to treat your wife."

Yu Liang asked on the way, why he was in a coma and got the answer. Yu Liang was a little stunned. He was bitten by a snake and was poisoned. Yu Liang pulled the middle-aged man to the hall, and there were piles of medicine bags on the incense table. Yu Liang pulled the slash for a long time and finally found a pack of antidotes. Yu Liang was unsure, let's take a life.

The golden incense stored in the relic's eyes kept luring into the medicine bag until the medicine bag turned into purple gold. Yu Liang felt sweaty. "My little master, have you been given up?" the middle-aged man asked carefully. Yu Liang was sweating just now, and he was very imposing with the master, afraid of being disturbed.

"It's almost done, wait, open, open, open." Yu Liang pointed to the medicine bag and jumped up, shouted three times, open and opened. "It's done, take it back quickly and pay for your wife. Remember to use half of the first time, and use it for nine days. Go back quickly."

"I'm back." The middle-aged man happily ran away with the medicine bag and disappeared. Yu Liang wiped his sweat and felt very sorry for this person.

But there was no way, Yu Liang shook his head and tried his best. "Huo Wu, get a basin of water for the master. I'm exhausted." Yu Liang rubbed his forehead, and it was indeed a little bulging, a little dizzy, and he was dry with a plop.

Yu Liang lay in the hall for a long time, and the three little bald men helped him for a long time, and finally recovered. "Go and bring the bag of grain in the small yard to the teacher."

Yu Liang was thinking about throwing it into the cloth bag in the house. I didn’t know if it was rice or noodles. It was food. For the first time, Yu Liang felt that every grain of grain was hard. He grew up in a small city and had never seen the hardships of farming. In the past few days, he has experienced the hardships of farmers.

"What's this?" Yu Liang picked up the cloth bag and grabbed it. He couldn't see what food the bag was.

"Master, this is Xiaomi, you can make porridge." Wu Se licked his little lips, and Yu Liang said with a thud. Just the rice and millet are enough, as long as it can be eaten.

After more than ten kilograms of millet, Yu Liang and the three little monks had belly bulging every day in the next few days. Although the millet rice was not very good, they were full.

One day, Yu Liangchao was drinking enough and lying on the bed to pick his teeth while knocking his feet. The three little monks stood in front of the bed. "The master washed the dishes and chopsticks, can't you, how many days have the master's uncle left?"

"Eight days." "What are eight days?" Yu Liang was stunned and broke his fingers. The elder brother who took medicine had not come back yet. I don't know what happened. He could say that he would pack it for ten days. This guy, don't take a group of people up the mountain to smash the temple. If he smashed the ruined temple, he would have three little bald men in his life. If he couldn't go out to hide, he would hide.

"Lawless and colorless. There are not many Xiaomi now. I wonder if you still know anyone here. The master still has some strength to exchange for some food." Yu Liang now doesn't think about anything, and he can eat.

The colorless little head was wavy and pointed at her little finger. "Master, the master said he could look for her if he didn't eat."

"Master's aunt?" Yu Liang blinked his eyes, and the three little bald heads nodded together. "Is it far?"

"Master, it's not far away, it'll be here in a while." Wuse turned his fingers and calculated, and nodded his little bald head.

"I'm not far away and say it earlier. Get packed up my bags and go to your aunt." Whether it's hiding or filling my stomach, I have to go this trip. Not far away, Yu Liang ran into the kitchen with the only kitchen knife in his arms, and after trying, three little bald men held the other one with a root.
Chapter completed!