When Cui Shaoqing saw that young man Prince looked confused, he couldn't help but lift up the hem of his clothes, lightly kicked the young man Prince, laughed and cursed, and said, "You Do you really not remember, or do you dislike your sister because he always mentions that friend in your dream, and that's why you made such a gesture? I know that the reason why you left the palace a little late is to ask the person in charge of the student's place of origin to find that person."
"Because of this, my sister almost encountered a murderous attack."
The young man Prince sighed and said, "So, it's just a dream!"
"And in my sister's nightmare, she always vaguely remembered that her friend was a world-famous talent and an unparalleled celebrity. Every time I tried to persuade me to learn from him, she would mention him and talk about Master Qi, Master Qi."
"It's so annoying to hear!"
"Besides, there is no student named that name in these thirteen places in Kyushu."
Cui Shaoqing said in surprise, "You really found it?"
"I really listen to your sister."
"It seems like she is really impressed by that friend."
The young man Prince exhaled and said seriously:
"Dreams always beautify memories."
Cui Family Young Master laughed loudly.
When Qi WuHuo and Mingxin went to the medicine shed, they saw the grey-robed monk who told him Four Noble Truths's cause and effect. Monk seemed to I didn't sleep all night, and I was still taking care of the patients here. When I saw young Daoist, I still smiled and nodded and said hello, and then the two of them started to take care of these sick people in a tacit understanding.
The previous epidemic has dissipated.
Now these patients look much better.
Qi WuHuo uses their own vitality as a needle to help them regulate their own vitality.
Young Daoist Mingxin was boiling medicine there with a small medicine stove. The bottom of the medicine stove was completely blackened by the flames. When young Daoist was boiling medicine, he brought two or three bricks and piled them together. He sat down on it, supported his chin with his hands, and stared at the flames jumping with his eyes wide open, and he became stunned.
"The two Daoist priests are compassionate."
During my free time, great monk came up to talk to me.
Young Daoist raised his head and saw that he was wearing a gray monk's robe. He seemed to be a little too exhausted. He looked obviously unchanged, but it gave people a sad feeling. Qi WuHuo said, "Master, my condolences."
Monk looked at young Daoist in front of him and said in a gentle voice, "It doesn't matter."
For some reason, he always felt that the young man in front of him was quite similar to the Daoist who was offering incense in the main hall before the rain today and called Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata the pharmacist. He even couldn't help but ask, but he always restrained himself. He didn't ask until the short chat was over, but he saw that the young man was busy again.
If you look carefully, you can see that the cultivation level of the young man in front of you is only at the level of Complete Three Talents.
Although its foundation is strong, both Primordial Spirit, vitality, and essence are extremely strong, and the foundation is solid, which is deeper than the ordinary Primordial Prenatal Qi, but there is absolutely no way to call Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata a pharmacist...
Shouldn't, shouldn't.
Grey-robed monk's furrowed eyebrows slowly eased.
He saw that he was just an ordinary young man who was busy with his work. He looked at the simple robe and was giving acupuncture to someone. He lowered his eyes and put his fingers on the patient's wrist. From monk's perspective, he could see that there were thick calluses on his palms. He was used to doing rough work. When talking to people, his voice was gentle and his eyes were always quiet.
Monk looked away.
Suddenly there was a sneer, "It's rare, it's rare, how come your little calf nose is with your old bald man?"
"Why, did you get distracted thoughts because of your calf-nosed talent?"
"Old thief Bald, you are dishonest!"
This tone is the only one in this city.
Monk raised his eyes and saw that the visitor was wearing a simple gray robe and was slovenly.
wine Qi all over.
There were hickeys all over the neck, which made monk's eyes twitch.
The fingers of Buddhist beads are slightly forceful when they are moved in the hand.
Let that string of simple Buddhist beads make a clicking sound.
At this moment, his steps were shaky, and he was holding a gourd in one hand. He was swaying forward, raising his neck to drink wine, laughing and mocking, tilting his head slightly, the hairpin in his bun was inserted at an angle, and his collar was not straightened. Monk frowned slightly, and then his eyebrows widened. Regardless of fortune teller's words, he didn't intend to agree with him, but he still couldn't help scolding:
"Where did you come back from again?!"
Fortune teller glanced at him sideways. "Yo yo yo, what, are you in a hurry?"
"Aren't you jealous that I spent the night with a few girls yesterday?"
"Fooling around?"
"My yin-yang transformation, the supreme way, is just fooling around in your mouth?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, co-author monk all jumped out of the cracks in the rocks, right? You bastard who has no father, no mother, no children, no children!"
Grey-robed monk's face was expressionless, and veins appeared on his forehead.
The person in front of him always used different tricks to provoke him.
So fortune teller said happily:
"What about the Greed, Anger, Ignorance three fires that monks can't afford?"
He laughed a few times.
Face full of joy.
Grey-robed monk closed his eyes and said slowly, "The poor monk has accepted your master's decree and wants to take you back."
"Aren't you worried about him punishing you?"
Fortune teller sneered, "Let him come."
Grey-robed monk sighed and said, "But if you do this, he will be sad."
Fortune teller felt a little weak and said:
"Whether he is hurt or not, what does it have to do with me?"
"I'm here today to deliver medicine to you."
He didn't know where he took it out from. He raised his hand and threw out a lot of herbs and medicine powder, all wrapped in oil paper, so grey-robed monk couldn't catch him. Fortune teller said, "Here, the things are here. Go and treat these people. Don't say that I stood idly by. You know, I don't understand Medicine art."
"It's the calf nose, why are you here?"
Mingxin curled her lips.
Young Daoist was not annoyed and just replied, "The Immortal Dao cherishes life."
Fortune teller clapped his hands and praised, "The Immortal Dao cherishes life, Immeasurable Salvation of People, good, good."
"Your old Daoist teaches well!"
"But young Daoist you are a Daoist priest, how come you are so close to this bald lady?"
"You have to be careful."
He walked unsteadily, patted Qi WuHuo's shoulder with his palm, raised his eyes, and said, "You have to be careful. For a talented person like you to walk in this world, some people think it doesn't matter, but some people think you are wasting your natural resources. As the old saying goes, walking in the busy city with a thousand pieces of gold is the way to die."
Young Daoist said clearly, "You mean, Uncle-Master Qi is that kid?"
Fortune teller glanced at him and said, "No."
He said succinctly and concisely, "He is the piece of gold."
Young Daoist Mingxin was dumbfounded.
Fortune teller added, "Besides, this bald ladle is not a good person. Among the thirteen branches of Buddhism, there are many persistent people, but he is even more different. He has obviously cultivated enough, but every time he comes back, he has to look at Thirteen Meridians Buddhist Dharma. There are few persistent people in Buddhism who are better than him."
"He has made two great ambitions."
"If you are willing, you will reach the state of Bodhisattva."
Grey-robed monk's eyelids drooped and he said:
"If you say anything again, the poor monk will call you by your real name and reveal your true identity."
Fortune teller sneered, "If you dare to reveal my true colors, then I will have to start with the story about you wetting the bed when you were six years old in your previous life."
"Also, in your last life, you were kidnapped by a female bandit and taken to the mountains to do the job of suppressing the village's father-in-law."
"Remember the time in my previous life when I was picking peaches, it fell off and tore my crotch."
"Up, up, up... countless stories about how you were not even human before you came up, as well as your original [true identity] at that time."
Grey-robed monk doesn't care about the first few sentences.
But this last sentence made the veins on his forehead beat wildly.
Oh? Oh oh oh!!
Young Daoist Mingxin squatted in front of Brick, took out the preserved fruit given by Martial Uncle from his arms, and nibbled on it.
The two eyes are round and bright.
It's a pity that the two people looked at each other and stopped talking in tacit agreement.
They seemed to be intimidated by what each other said.
Fortune teller sneered a few times, looked at Qi WuHuo and said, "Tomorrow is the time for [Ming Zhen Dao Alliance], can you remember my method?"
Young Daoist nodded, and then said, "Sir's method should be different from the ordinary enter the Daoist Sect method."
Yue Ji said that Tao Meng can enter every day.
Fortune teller laughed loudly and said, "It's different, but you can still enter [Ming Zhen Dao Alliance]."
"It's good to be able to get in anyway."
"But how much can you get and whether you can know the news you want to know."
"It depends on your ability."
He smiled, patted Qi WuHuo on the shoulder, turned around and left, muttering and sighing, "Really, what Teacher, you can't let it go like this, sir, I can't even stand it...old Daoist, when I see you, sir, I will give you a good meal!"
"Huh? Wait... I have clearly decided to play in the world, why did I take the initiative to intervene in this matter and remind him?"
"This doesn't suit my character."
"I even provoked this monk. I feel like he will take action if I keep talking."
"Medicine Master Lapis Lazuli Light Tathagata is gone. It is possible that he would take action in anger."
"I couldn't have imagined this, but I'm here anyway."
Fortune teller Put your chin on one hand.
Became confused.
His fingers were slightly lowered, as if he was trying to figure out what was going on, and he seemed to be planning to divine something.
Then he was a top prophetic spirit in Within and Without the Three Realms, so he instinctively gave up on this matter.
"Forget it, it's not important."
He burped.
"Huh? What did I just say I was going to do?"
"Why are your legs suddenly weak?"
"Let me think about it? Talk about him in front of old Daoist?"
"Strange, why would I want to do such a boring thing?"
"It's boring, so I won't do it anymore."
After fortune teller left, young Daoist looked at monk who had returned to a peaceful state, and naturally asked:
"Master has made a great wish?"
Monk lowered his eyes and replied, "Yes."
Mingxin widened his eyes, looked at Qi WuHuo, and then at monk. Although he was a Daoist monk, he had some understanding of what the great wish represented. After all, only the great bodhisattvas and the Buddhas had such a wish. He asked curiously, "Master, why don't you cultivate the fruit of Bodhisattva?"
"Moreover, what is your ambition?"
Grey-robed monk waited until he finished asking and replied gently:
"Because I haven't practiced to achieve my ambition, so I am just a monk."
"As for what the ambition is..."
He thought for a moment and said, "I'd better stop talking, poor monk."
"At least the poor monk believes that the ambition is to be told to himself, so that he can be alert in his heart, not to forget his original intention, and to let himself know what to do, rather than to tell others to listen."
"Real ambitions should be proposed in obscurity and then completed in obscurity."
"From beginning to end, only I know."
"Otherwise, if you just talk but don't do it, wouldn't it just be like showing off? Then Non-Self wants to practice the Dharma."
Mingxin was dumbfounded, sensing the terrifying suspicion hidden in this sentence. Among the patients, there were also Buddhist believers. Only the three of them knew what fortune teller said before, but what monk said was not concealed. So the man couldn't help but said, "You monk, you actually doubt the aspirations of many Buddhas?! What, you are stronger than all the Buddhas?!"
"What are you monk?"
"Where was the certificate issued? Who is great monk? Where did you place the order?! Tell me, Laozi, I'm going to find your host to tell you!"
Monk replied, "Nothing."
"My heart is devoted to Buddha, and I am a monk."
"Why do you need other people's answers?"
An old woman persuaded him, "But how dare you slander Buddha? That is Buddhist's grave sin."
"The Buddhas all made great wishes to make the world free of pain and to make Save All Living Beings universal."
Grey-robed monk put his hands together and said slowly:
"If the Buddha has great aspirations, they have their uses."
"How can there be so much killing and pain in the world?"
"If the pain in the world is not empty."
"The Buddhas are lying!"
There was a silent shock, and then the man who was being treated by monk suddenly became furious. The bowl with half of the medicinal soup in his hand hit monk directly. The hot medicine spilled on the monk's robe. Others followed suit. In an instant, monk was drenched. He had great cultivation and could be a Bodhisattva, but he just put his hands together and recited Tathagata.
His eyes were drooped, only sad.