"The two donors donors don't have to be too polite. Since they are met by the little monk, it is also a fate method, and the little monk will do his best to solve it."

The little boy waved his hands to the two, looking like a master.

Then, without waiting for the other party to answer, he turned around and walked towards the courtyard, and said, "Please prepare the three pillars of fragrance. The monk needs to recite the scriptures to drive away the evil spirit of the noble house, so that the little donor will not relapse in the future."

"Okay, OK."

Mr. Wang agreed repeatedly.

I just saw the magic of the little boy, and now I have regarded him as a god, so I still care about my age.

Fortunately, the funeral was held at home, but the incense burner and other things were ready-made.

He quickly took a small incense burner, lit three incense sticks and handed them to the little boy.

After the little boy took it, he found an open space in the yard. He sat cross-legged and placed the incense burner in front of him, then closed his hands and began to recite with his eyes closed.

I leaned over quietly and listened carefully.

"Namo, Helatanna, Dorayeya, Namo, Adaya, Polujah, Shuobolaya, Bodhisattva, Mahasattva, Mahasattva, Kalunijah..."

OK, this time the little boy's scriptures have been changed again, and he recited the well-known Great Compassion Mantra that is widely circulated in Buddhism.

Looking at his serious appearance, I really don't know what to say.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and soon a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on the little boy's forehead, but he ignored it and kept his eyes closed and read it very seriously.

Mr. Wang and his wife looked at each other, and their gratitude expression became even stronger.

"Okay..."

I instantly understood that this little guy started to play tricks again.

Let’s not talk about whether his meager spiritual power can barely purify himself, but whether it can really drive away the evil energy in the surrounding environment.

Just say that in this courtyard, there is no evil spirit at all.

He was sitting here chanting the mantra now, completely pretending to behave, and there was no use in any other way.

There is a saying in the Taoist scripture that the so-called evil energy is the collective name of the seven breaths of yin, evil, fishy, ​​poisonous, moldy, widower, and killing.

The baby cried constantly before, because it was contaminated with the weak evil aura.

Babies are born weak and pure and are still in the development stage. They are extremely sensitive to these sensing and surrounded by evil spirits. They will naturally feel uncomfortable and cannot express them. They will naturally cry.

The source of this evil spirit is even simpler. It is simply because the elders in the family passed away and the family was sad. The old father was exhausted from yang energy, and his body naturally gave birth to part of his body. The remaining relatives who came to pay their respects were all related to this, and part of them was born again.

The addition of two and two appears.

In fact, this evil spirit will not have much impact on adults. As time goes by, in less than a few days, the sunlight and air flow, and the evil spirit in the house will naturally be eliminated.

The little boy just rushed to the coincidence point and helped the baby to remove the evil aura on his body, which made the unknowing person look very magical.

But even if he doesn't come, the Wang family will naturally improve if they take the baby out more and walk around, keep in the sun, or stay at home and wait for a few days until the evil spirits are gone.

I shook my head, turned around and ran to a cool place to enjoy the cool, intending to see what the little boy would do next.

But I saw the little boy recited it carefully several times. After more than two hours, after the incense burned out, he slowly got up, knocked his sour legs without any trace, walked towards Mr. Wang and his wife, and said in a low voice, "Donor, the evil spirit of this house has gone, and nothing will happen in the future."

"That's great. Thank you very much. This, by the way, it's noon now. If you don't dislike it, just have a meal at home?"

Mr. Wang said gratefully.

"The donor is so serious that monks travel around the world, and they rely on donors from all over the world to help them. How could they dislike them? Such a young monk would disturb you."

The little boy clasped his hands and said.

"Okay, okay, please come in quickly."

Mr. Wang quickly invited the little boy into the house, and turned around and shouted to the woman, "Wife, hurry up and make something delicious."

"Don't have to be too troublesome for donors, some simple vegetarian food is good."

The little boy also gave a special advice.

Mr. Wang nodded repeatedly and prepared cold water for the little boy to wash, then helped his wife watch the child and clean the vegetables.

The little boy was sitting on the chair, looking like a fairy-like man, closing his eyes to rest. He just looked carefully and took a look at him while Mr. Wang and others were not paying attention. He also took a look at him secretly and smelled the fragrance from the kitchen and swallowed his saliva, but it exposed his essence.

This little guy has long been in love, and he just waited until lunch.

I smiled and shook my head in the dark.

After a while, the meal was ready, Mr. Wang and his wife brought the dishes to the table one by one.

It can be seen that the couple has prepared carefully, but they don’t make much material for ordinary materials, which makes them feel a little embarrassed, but just like this, it’s enough to make eight things.

Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, dried fried potato chips, sprinkled tofu with oil, and broccoli with garlic...

The fragrance came, and I was hungry when I saw it.

Unfortunately, in order to stare at the little guy in front of me, I could only endure it.

The little guy first practiced Buddhist principles to the two of them, and then slowly picked up the chopsticks. He adhered to the custom of not talking about food and sleeping, and did not say a word. After half an hour of eating, he showed a satisfied expression after two large bowls of rice.

"I thanked the donor for the hospitality, and the monk was very grateful, so I said goodbye."

After eating and drinking, the little boy stood up and said to Mr. Wang and his wife.

"Okay, little master, I'll go see you off."

Mr. Wang quickly got up and saw him off.

The little boy gave a gift, without saying much, and walked out slowly.

When he walked to the door, Mr. Wang took out five hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to the little boy, and said sincerely, "My little master, I really want to thank you for your help this time. I know that monks are not allowed to collect money, but this is my wish, so please be sure to do so."

"Don't do it, don't do it. The little monk has been here, and being able to help the donor is also due to the law of fate. You can just give me a gift from vegetarian food, and you must never collect money or goods."

The little boy said seriously.

But the eyes were staring at the Hong Yanyan banknotes from time to time.

"My little master, please accept it. When you are away, there will always be an emergency. Just treat the money for the indulgence and oil donated to the temple. You can keep it for you. Otherwise, I have to go there again, right?"

Mr. Wang tried his best to persuade him.

The little boy still waved his hands repeatedly and refused to let go again and finally accepted it with "helplessness", and performed a Buddhist ceremony with Mr. Wang, saying goodbye and leaving.

Mr. Wang stood at the door, watching the little boy's back gradually fading away, and subconsciously muttering, "It's really rare. I can still meet such a master in today's society. How lucky is this to have been."

"Forehead--"
Chapter completed!