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Mr. Zhang fainted because his energy and spirit were consumed excessively. The relics in his body emitted Buddha light and flew out, turning into faint phantoms. The phantom condensed and finally became a figure the size of a thumb. If it weren't for knowing that this was the residual soul of an old monk, Mu Ming would obviously find it incredible.

Mu Ming couldn't help but be curious when he saw the figure as big as a thumb fell on the Buddha's niche.

The thumb-sized little man looked at Mr. Zhang who was lying in the main hall, with a little shocked look. Mr. Zhang had silver needles stuck on some acupoints, and his breath became longer and his face gradually recovered.

This was Mu Ming's method. Somehow, Mu Ming saw a doctor who gave someone a needle that day. Mu Ming felt a little familiar, so he took a few more glances. So his uncle rudely threw out a corner of silver and snatched the set of silver needles.

"Does your master still know acupuncture?" asked the old monk, but Mu Ming shook his head, "I don't know, I just feel like I should do this..."

The old monk was speechless, but he was also curious. Although he was a monk, he had cured diseases and saved people in previous years and understood some medical principles. However, he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw Mu Ming doing this, because there were several needles on some fatal acupoints, but Mr. Zhang had no problems and gradually recovered.

Finally, the monk looked at a scroll beside Mu Ming. The scroll was clean and there was no other golden scenery. He came out of the ink painting, which outlined a vine-wood shape, but the vine-wood gradually dimmed and seemed to disappear invisible soon.

The old monk didn't know what this treasure was, but he just felt that this thing was very evil. Yesterday, the old monster in Black Mountain was absorbed by this scroll and branded it into ink and paint, and he didn't even have the chance to struggle.

A white fox fainted from a distance, and was suppressed by the aura emitted from this scroll and fainted from it.

Mrs. Zhang looked at it, her eyes emitting coldness, as if she was about to peel and cramp the fox. Yesterday, the fox officially took away the official seal, and she woke up because of this, and then she saw a terrible scene.

"Tomorrow, I want a fox fur collar!" Mrs. Zhang looked at Mrs. Zhang and fell asleep quietly, so she said softly.

Mu Ming said: "Mom, what about that white fox? I think we can have a meal of fox meat tonight..."

"The fox meat is not delicious, it has a mutton smell!" Mrs. Zhang shook her head.

At this time, Mu Ming had already walked over and grabbed the fox, grabbed the fur on his neck and said, "It's very good fur color, without a trace of miscellaneous fur!"

Then the wooden famous man took out a short knife from a package and was about to peel it, but the monk said, "Little donor, I hope to give me a thin face. This fox deserves the crime, but it is not appropriate to commit another murder!"

Mu Ming frowned, but hesitated when he saw the statue of Maitreya Buddha. After all, it was a Buddhist Pure Land.

Mrs. Zhang said, "Good you old bald donkey. If my son had not been protected by his baby, we would have been buried here today. Are you still protecting this fox who is accomplicing the tiger?"

The old monk was only the size of a thumb, but his expression was clearly visible. At this time, he was stammering and opened his mouth, but it was difficult to refute it. In the end, he had to recite the scriptures silently.

Fortunately, Mr. Zhang woke up at this time and said, "Tomorrow, let it go, the fox is probably forced. The old demon of Black Mountain cannot even deal with the righteous spirit of his father, so those wild beasts are naturally afraid..."

Mr. Zhang raised his hand and saw that his palm was covered with silver needles, and he couldn't help laughing: "The old Taoist priest has a lot of other skills. He also saw him use needles to save people back then. I never thought that my son had learned this ability too!"

Mu Ming stepped forward, took off the silver needles, and said, "Dad, do you feel better?"

"It's not much. I used to yell, and I exhausted my literary spirit. I will study for a while in the future!"

The elder was obviously not worried, but seeing the old monk looked like that, he felt a little regretful, "Master, you have consumed your last power and your soul is also incomplete. I'm afraid you will never return this time, right?"

The monk with a big thumb had no joy or sorrow on his face, "There is a cause and effect. The old monster of the Black Mountain became like this because of the ignorance of the monk. He killed a lot of lives. I will not redeem it for a hundred deaths! This cycle of reincarnation... is fine!"

The old monk was very relieved, so he took the initiative to spread his palms: "I have to breathe a sigh of relief to see if the donor is safe and sound. Now it is time for dust to return to dust and soil to land!"

His light spots radiated from his body, and his body seemed to be burning, but Wooden Name pointed out a finger, and all the light spots were reversed back.

"Little donor... useless. I can get the last strength. I hope to communicate the power of Buddhism because of this, but..." the old monk comforted.

However, Wood Name was a chanting scriptures and ignored them. However, the old monk was stunned when he heard those scriptures, and then murmured: "The supreme Buddhist scripture "Saving Ghosts", one of the Tripitaka scriptures..."

At this time, the monk's light spot gradually condensed, and his body gradually changed, and finally turned to more than one foot high, and then stabilized, but it was still the soul body.

After Mu Ming recited the scriptures, he felt a little pain in his eyebrows and said to himself, "When did I learn this scripture, why don't I remember it?"

Mr. Zhang was a little surprised to see the old monk's changes, but after thinking that his child had taken over the old demon in Black Mountain, he didn't think much, but he was a little confused: "When did the old Taoist priest learn Buddhist scriptures? Could it be that he was a little sad to be chanting scriptures and being relieved?"

"But just be fine if you are safe, you are reincarnated or something?" Mr. Zhang felt that the monk's soul seemed to have become complete, so he asked this question.

At this time, the wooden name shook the scroll. In the flash, a doll appeared, which was the size of an ordinary person. The doll had no face, but it contained vitality.

"You try it inside, I feel like I can get back to the sun..." Mu Ming pointed to the monk and looked at the doll again.

However, the old monk said, "This... I no longer care about the world. This body is just a skin, ah..."

Before he finished speaking, he defeated Mrs. Zhang and slapped her heavily. Then her soul body fell into the doll and said, "It's so hypocritical, my eyes are all over, and I still say that!"

Mr. Zhang was shocked. Even Mu Ming was stunned. At this time, the doll on the ground started to move, his face squirmed, and turned into the appearance of an old monk, but he was much younger.

"Oh, it's actually a plant and a tree. I heard that someone has Buddhist lotus roots to reshape their bodies. I didn't expect that I would have such a good fortune!" The old monk patted his arm and said happily.

However, when he looked up, he found that Mrs. Zhang looked contemptuous, and Mr. Zhang said, "Didn't you say you don't care about the world?"

The monk looked embarrassed and then said seriously: "There are countless suffering people in the world who are in the sea of ​​suffering, and I still have to wait for me to take them across the river..."

"Shameless!" Mrs. Zhang was merciless. Mr. Zhang smiled and Mu Mingze said, "But it fits? Otherwise, just chop some off. The arms looked a little longer, and the plants and trees became spirits, but their consciousness was swallowed. It was a good body!"

The monk waved his hand quickly, looked at Mu Ming waving the dagger in his hand, and couldn't help but wipe his sweat and said, "How can the little donor know these things?"

Mu Ming shook his head, "I feel like I should do this, I don't remember!"

The monk was speechless, wanted to speak but stopped, and finally looked at Mr. Zhang, but Mrs. Zhang said, "What are your plans? It's already dawn now, let's leave this morning, it's always uncomfortable here!"

Mrs. Zhang looked at a drop of ashes in the distance, feeling a little disgusting.

The monk said, "The cause and effect here has been settled. I felt that day. It seems that there are Buddhist masters who protect me, otherwise I would not be staying in the Buddha statue. If you are convenient, can you take me along for a journey? I have longed for that imperial capital for a long time..."

"You said just now that you no longer have a crush on the world. Master, you are breaking the precept of anger!" Mrs. Zhang interrupted, as if she was extremely disliked by the old monk.

"Amitabha, the donor's words are reasonable. I have received the teachings!" The old monk said seriously, but there was a smile in his eyes, but he kept looking at Mu Ming, which made Mu Ming feel extremely strange.

"Then let's go!" Mr. Zhang said: "I'm not seriously injured. Don't worry, I just hope that the next journey will be smooth..."

Mu Ming nodded and said, "Dad, don't worry, if there is any evil spirit, I will just take it all!" Mu Ming shook the paper in his hand, feeling a little satisfied.

The old monk said, "Good, good, the young master is kind, so can this fox..."

"Tomorrow, I need a fox fur collar for my mother!" Mrs. Zhang interrupted again.

However, Mrs. Zhang said: "Madam, the evil spirits in the mountains are too strong, so it's better not to be the case. Looking back, I'll pick a few good white fox furs for my wife!"

"Forget it, forget it, let it go!" Mrs. Zhang spoke, and the monk thanked again, then let out a breath, and the fox woke up and fled immediately after seeing everyone, but the monk grabbed it and said, "Don't harm anyone in the future, otherwise I will kill you even if I go to hell, eat your flesh and peel your skin!"

The family of three was dumbfounded, but the monk resumed his kind behavior of a kind mother and let go of the fox. The fox was as if he was granted a general amnesty and ran away. He probably would never get close to the temple and monk again in his life.

"The fox has become a spirit. I can only leave an indelible shadow in its heart, otherwise it will definitely follow the path of the old monster in Black Mountain!" When the monk saw the three of them looking at him, he smiled bitterly: "Who will go to hell if I don't go to hell? What's the harm of being a villain?" After that, Shun walked out of the mountain gate first, and did not look at the temple. He only said: "The world is full of scenery, and there is no trace of coming and going, and I only want to be kind, and the Buddha's heart will stay!"

"What a weird monk, but it seems to make some sense!" Mu Ming listened, a little puzzled.

Mrs. Zhang touched Mu Ming's head and said, "Don't pay attention to him, an old crazy man, probably he has come back from the dead, just a little bit of emotion!"

Mr. Zhang nodded and said, "That's the most important thing, but tomorrow, the monk's body is from the old demon of the Black Mountain?"

Mu Ming smiled and said, "What my father said is not bad, but he is not from the Black Mountain Old Demon. It should be a thousand-year-old vine tree that was condensed by the Black Mountain Old Demon and became a human-shaped body."

Mr. Zhang sighed: "The old demon of Heishan swallowed the monk's body and took away the monk's soul. Now the monk has taken the old demon of Heishan again. Could it be that there is really a cycle of cause and effect in the dark?"

Mrs. Zhang disdained: "What cause and effect? ​​If it weren't for him tomorrow, where did he get his body? Turn back and talk less to him. Don't be deceived by him to be a monk. An unreliable old bald donkey, his disciples have committed evil deeds and eaten him. Typically, he is not strict in teaching, his teacher's laziness, he will commit evil deeds, he will not live, and he will not die if he does not do anything!"

The father and son were speechless because of shock, and it seemed that what Mrs. Zhang said was reasonable.
Chapter completed!