Some people couldn't wait to go to the line, so in order to compete for the front position, the refugees fought against each other.

Ji Liao watched all this quietly without stopping it.

Even if he has one thought, the situation will calm down.

The changes in the refugee group come quickly and calm them down quickly.

It was not until enough food for refugees to eat for several days that Ji Liao ordered the novice monk to stop distributing food. Ji Liao and the novice monk were preparing to leave because the novice monk poured out countless steamed buns and rice, flour and dried food from a small bag, so the refugees knew that Ji Liao and the others were legendary gods, so they all dared to rush up to stop them, but they just kowtowed and thanked them consciously.

Ji Liao had already stepped onto the carriage with one foot, and an accident occurred.

A beggar stopped him.

The novice monk asked, "We have distributed rations to each of you, are you not satisfied?"

Ji Liao waved his hand and said to Shami, "This person has not received rations, please get one for him."

The novice monk knew that the abbot had no limit to his power and would never say anything wrong. He was ready to get another ration.

The beggar shouted: "I don't want rations, I beg the Buddha to be kind and save my students."

Ji Liao looked at him and said, "You are not a beggar."

The beggar said ashamedly: "I teach in a private school nearby."

Ji Liao nodded slightly and said to Shami, "Take him into the car."

Unlock the curtain, it is spacious and clean inside, and there is also fresh and pleasantly whiskers.

The beggar hesitated and said, "I'll just sit outside."

He was ragged and seemed to have not washed his body for a long time, and he still had a stinking smell.

Ji Liao said: "Come in."

Seeing Ji Liao's tone firm, the beggar entered the carriage.

The novice monk said hello and drove steadily in the carriage.

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…

The car slowly parked in front of a dilapidated private school. This place was originally a village, but now there is no large number of people.

Under the guidance of the beggar, they entered the private school, with six children left.

The beggar said, "Their parents are gone, they can only follow me."

One of the children was lying in the straw, covered with a green robe that scholars often wore. Needless to say, it was a beggar's clothes.

Ji Liao said: "Is it him the sick child?"

The beggar nodded suddenly.

Ji Liao said: "He is not sick."

The beggar said, "But he was obviously very uncomfortable and his breath was weak. I hope the Buddha would be merciful to save him."

Ji Liao shook his head and said, "I can save him for a while, but if these children continue to stay by your side, they may become like him."

The beggar said guiltily: "I try my best to raise them and teach them to read, but a person's ability is still too limited. I will go to the city to find the government office tomorrow, hoping that the government office can provide some pensions."

Ji Liao said: "It has nothing to do with these things, the problem lies with you."

The beggar showed a puzzled look.

Ji Liao said: "You are dead people, they are living people. If you are with dead people for a long time, you will naturally be infected with dead spirit. The best way is to go where you should go."

The beggar couldn't help but be confused.

"I'm not dead," he murmured.

The novice monk looked at Ji Liao.

Ji Liao sighed and said, "I took him away."

The novice monk has already had some cultivation, and the beggar has not died for long. Even if there is some ghostly yin energy, it still does not pose much threat to the novice monk.

The novice monk took out a small bag and pointed the hole at the beggar. Then the beggar screamed, and the small bag bulged, and the beggar disappeared, leaving only clothes behind.

When the children saw the novice monks taking away the beggar with their bags, they surrounded him and wanted to hit him.

The novice monk shouted, like a lion's roar, silencing them.

He asked Ji Liao: "Abbot, what should we do with these children?"

Ji Liao said: "They are all a bit ghostly and they are children. In the future, they will easily get dirty things and can only take them back to the mountain."

"Okay." said Shami.

Ji Liao said: "Give me the bag."

After taking the bag, Ji Liao recited the mantra of rebirth to the bag. He had a profound Buddhist teachings. When he chanted the mantra, there was a rainbow behind his head, which was the light of Bodhi Buddha.

It can protect the body, defeat enemies, and also be used to save ghosts, which has many wonderful uses.

After reciting the spell, he opened the bag, and the beggar shrank into a small man and came out of the hole, bowed to Ji Liao, and then looked at the children reluctantly, and his soul gradually dissipated.

The ghosts in this world will first dissipate in the world, then turn into pure soul power, and then gather in the body of the newborn to become a new life.

And those ghosts with deep obsessions refuse to dissipate, stay in the world and become ghosts.

However, this mechanism of reincarnation is indeed very incomplete. One person dies and dies. If there is a next life, it is also a completely different person.

However, this kind of thing has already involved the great way of reincarnation. Although Ji Liao now has a vast Buddhist teaching, he cannot change this rule of reincarnation. Moreover, he is not a compassionate and merciful monk.

He could save refugees and these children at will, but he refused to do it.

After the beggar's soul dissipated, Ji Liao looked outside and said softly: "Demon?"

He stomped his feet on the ground, and the solid ground rippled.

The next moment, Ji Liao appeared outside the private school, step by step, faster than the sword cultivator who had disappeared.

Finally, Ji Liao stepped on the lake waves, and the willows around him were like smoke, and the water was clear and clear.

This is West Lake.

On the shore in front of him, there was a girl wearing green clothes.

The girl in green looks only fourteen or fifteen years old, and she is very young and tender. She has a braid and put it on her shoulders. Her tender fingers twist the tail of her braid, her snow-white wrist on her right hand, and a string of sky-blue Buddhist beads.

Her black eyes stared at Ji Liao and said, "Monkey, what are you doing to stop me?"

Ji Liao said: "I smelled the evil spirit, so come and take a look."

The girl in green stuck out her tongue and said with a crisp voice: "Do you want to accept me?"

Ji Liao smiled and said, "I won't accept you, goodbye."

The girl in green was a little surprised. If the monks and Taoist priests she saw on weekdays would call for her to be beaten and killed if she knew her identity, why would this monk not accept her after knowing that she was a monster?

Before she could continue to ask, the waves rippled, and the monk in front of her disappeared from her sight.

The girl in green pouted and whispered: "What a strange monk."

She followed the willows along the lake embankment and arrived at a water pavilion. There were many potted plants, as well as green ivy, and a girl in white, who was like a fairy, who was taking care of flowers and plants.

She looks several years older than the girl in Qingyi, and has a more mature and moving style than the girl in Qingyi.

"Sister, I just went to that private school with ghosts and met a strange monk." The girl in green described her experience to the girl in white.

The girl in white changed her expression and patted her chest and said, "You almost caused a huge disaster. Do you know who that monk is? He is the abbot of Tianyin Temple of Feilaifeng. Fortunately, he didn't attack you, otherwise where would you come back?"

The girl in Qingyi said, "Is this monk amazing?"

The girl in white smiled bitterly and said, "It's all my fault that I didn't tell you about this person. I thought that you would never meet such a big man. If you said that, you would be curious and secretly run to Feilai Peak, wouldn't it hurt you?"

The girl in green became more and more curious, and shook the girl in white and said, "Sister, tell me who he is."

The girl in white said, "Although you have not transformed for a long time, you have heard of the Golden Toad King before."

The girl in green said, "I know, this toad is known for having a thousand years of Taoism. At its peak, it commanded hundreds of hills, and monsters within thousands of miles would pay tribute to him. But after I transformed, I didn't hear anyone mention him."

The girl in white said, "Of course you can't hear anyone mention him, because the Golden Toad King had been taken away by this Zen Master Leji and suppressed under the Leifeng Tower of Feilai Peak. Such a demon king had tens of thousands of demon soldiers under his command. Even the great powers of the Southern Tang and Northern Jin Dynasty had to look at the face of the Golden Toad King, but the Zen Master Leji blocked the cave, took the nest, and was taken to suppress it. He still couldn't turn over. You said that if someone wanted to deal with you, he would just move his little finger. If you come back safely, just have fun secretly."
Chapter completed!