Although Lin Ning's medical treatment is a bit expensive, the treasure medicine he had accumulated for many years in the two Buddhist holy places of Vajra Temple and Xingyue Temple was almost taken away by him, his ethics were pretty good.

After stabilizing the lives of the monk Puhong and the god Niu Tianhong, he let go of his hands and feet and tried his best to cure the Buddhist master who was injured during the ambush on the Black Ice Platform yesterday in the Medicine House.

His superb medical skills also shocked Buddhism, and it gradually raised a lot of hope.

Maybe, this little genius doctor in Qingyun Village can really cure two major sea magic needles in one temple and one temple.

However, when the three Pu-gen monks who survived Vajra Temple were supported, Lin Ning frowned and shook his head after taking the vein: "The situation of these three monks is more difficult than that of Puhong monks. Although the alien true qi in Puhong monk's meridians is difficult to deal with, it is only at the master level. The alien true qi in the bodies of these three monks is saint-level and cannot be cured by medicine stones at all. Moreover, if Dongfang Qingye takes action, the three monks will come to Qingyun immediately, I can ask Uncle Hou to take action personally and pull out the saint true qi in their bodies. But now, it has already invaded the bone marrow. Although it seems that although it is not as dangerous as Puhong monk, it is actually terminally ill and medicine stones cannot be cured."

"Amitabha!"

The monks in the hall recited the Buddha's name, and their voices were sad.

The monk Pu'er was open and said, "The little divine doctor is skilled in medical skills and can tell him bluntly. He is indeed upright."

After Lin Ning was numb after praising her face, the three old monks looked at each other and nodded together. Pu'er said to Zhihai: "Today is the day when the three of me return to the Western Paradise. Abbot, please make some arrangements and prepare for the altar of rebirth."

As soon as this said, Abbot Zhihai's tears immediately flowed down, and he led all the monks to kneel down and said sorrow: "Uncle Grand Master, why is this..."

The faces of the three monks Pu'er's three old men were already blank, and they seemed to be no longer showing any expression. Even when facing death, the faces covered with age spots did not change. They said: "The elders of all generations will eventually go this way. There is no way to plant dragon marrow rice in Vajra Temple. They can only rely on these methods of passing on fire to force the dragon marrow rice. While the two of you still have some strength, make arrangements as soon as possible. Besides, it is not a hard work for us to pass on the dead. The burden of the thousand-year-old Buddhist holy land in Vajra Temple will fall on your shoulders later. Abbot, your hard days are still behind. It would be fine if Junior Brother Puhong can wake up. If you can't wake up, remember one thing..."

Abbot Zhihai hurriedly asked Pue to teach him, and Pue said indifferently: "My Buddha is compassionate and has the meaning of sacrificing his body to feed tigers and cutting flesh and feeding eagles. After the abbot, he should do many compassionate things. Even if there are some losses, as long as he loses it to save all sentient beings, it will be a perfect merit and not a miserable thing."

What does this old monk mean?

Lin Ning frowned and looked at him with a hot face.

"Amitabha! The disciples have recorded the teachings of the Grand Master's uncle."

After saying that, after giving Lin Ning a gift, he and a group of monks returned to the Buddhist village from the three great monks and sent the Buddha back to the west...

After the medicine house was empty, Lin Ning was a little stunned and sat at the medicine table in a daze.

At this moment, a figure slowly appeared in the hall.

It turned out to be, Hou Wanqian.

Even though Lin Ning was in a serious mood at this moment, he couldn't help but curse in his heart when he saw the old marquis appear:

Old handsome guy!

There is no need to say much about the face, but the temperament, with vicissitudes in melancholy, but also the wisdom of seeing through the world.

He was obviously a bandit, but he was full of books...

Fortunately, he is an old love seed who is sad, otherwise he would have robbed all the beauties in the world...

If Hou Wanqian knew what this kid was thinking at this moment, he would be afraid that a sword energy would poke him to death.

Hou Wanqian looked at Lin Ning, and a faint smile appeared on his face, saying, "I thought there was no one in the world that you could not fool, and no one could fool you."

Lin Ning got up first, and after hearing this, he turned his mind sharply, blinked, and said, "Uncle Hou, are you saying that these old monks are doing a show for me?"

Hou Wanqian did not say anything specific. He stood up with his hands and said lightly: "When it comes to the art of bewitching people's hearts, for thousands of years, if Buddhism is ranked second, who dares to be ranked first? Even the Demon Sect is far inferior to Buddhism. Pu'er and the other three are indeed going to die. Since they die late, they will only last more than a month, so it is better to die one day earlier. This book is also the tradition of Vajra Temple. In addition, Pu'er directly pointed out your thoughts. Not only did he say nothing, he had to take a step back, which was to retreat as advance, making you feel guilty. Boy, if you use worldly laws to determine, Buddhism often cannot be divided by good or bad. But if you use your Qingyun Dharma to determine, Buddhism must be a great treacherous and evil person. You do not do production, do not work, and use bewitching means to deceive the people to worship it. Boy Lin, your way is the most strange way since the creation of heaven and earth. Use this way to become a saint... and firm your way, don't shake it easily."

After saying that, Hou Wanqian's figure slowly disappeared without a trace.

Lin Ning scratched his head and smiled and said, "Don't worry, Uncle Hou, even without your guidance, with my nephew's wisdom, can I still be soft-hearted by a group of bald donkeys? Of course, soft-heartedness may still be soft-hearted, but one code will be the same. My nephew is not very interested in the Holy Dao, but the career that my nephew insists on is not interfered with by a group of bald heads showing off? But thank Uncle Hou!"

If it weren't for his serious concern, Hou Wanqian was the lord of the Martial Saint, how could he have the time to deal with these things?

The Master is not as good as Jiang Taixu, right?

After Hou Wanqian left, Lin Ning's heart was no longer in trouble.

All the food, medicine and even the power of the master in Vajra Temple, the food of Xingyue Temple, may be a bit despicable in terms of behavior alone, but Lin Ning is definitely not just accumulating merits for himself (Merit: Damn, I almost forgot about myself)...

The ultimate benefit of these behaviors is the tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands and millions of people!

It is enough to be sure of this.

If there are many unsatisfactory things in this process, Lin Ning is willing to bear some infamousness.

Furthermore, Vajra Temple and Xingyue Temple are not really pure land, and they can’t accumulate such a big family business.

After healing several nuns from Xingyue Temple, Lin Ning went to Yulin City.

On the more than 200 miles from Qingyun Village to Yulin City, tens of thousands of people are working in sections.

They were digging a river channel that was three feet wide and seven feet deep.

Qingyun Village wants to lead Canglan River into Yulin and completely solve the fate of Yulin City relying on the heavens for thousands of years!

Among these 200 miles of rivers, a thousand people are in a group of every twenty miles.

In each regiment, a master is tried to be the main force in the attack.

Even if there were not enough masters before, the two high-quality masters, Tian Wuniang and Huang Honger, would have another group.

When ordinary people encountered a hard stone that could not be cut off even with steel drills, Tian Wuniang cut a magic sword and shattered it.

But if you can't just cut it off, you have to take out all the edges and corners. In this way, even for Tian Wuniang, it is not a casual job. It is not difficult, but it takes effort.

Others, the same is true.

But it's not without benefits...

People usually don’t want to do such hard work.

But when I saw that the head of Qingyun Village was a woman, who was in charge of supporting the people and preventing the suffering of drought, was actually despised and reduced to nobleness and worked with a group of mud legs. She was not pretending to behave...

People's hearts are full of flesh, how can they not be moved?

Therefore, the atmosphere of labor was always in full swing on the 200-mile river.

As for Lin Ning...

He is also a man who can work hard, but Tian Wuniang, Huang Honger and others insist that he still has many major things to do and he is not allowed to spend his time here, so he can only do it once a while.

But it doesn’t matter. This time, there are so many masters in the copycat. This river channel that is already not many in 200 miles will be completed soon.

I will never miss the spring plowing this year.

The reason why Lin Ning came to the construction site specifically today was to work hard for some newcomers to show the hard work of Qingyun Village.

With such a good demonstration as him, it will be natural for the future arrangements.

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Chapter completed!