In the towns at Mount Sumeru, monks are highly respected.

Although the strong man's crying aroused everyone's curiosity, after people noticed the old monk under the dead tree, they all gradually became quiet. When the audience figured out what was going on from the strong man's words, they couldn't help but talk, and their eyes immediately gathered on the old monk.

The holy monk of Tianyin Temple has always shown compassion as his conscience. Why did the old monk who looked extraordinary refuse to help a wounded person?

"Amitabha--"

As if disturbed by the whispers of the crowd, the old monk put his hands together and recited the Buddha's name inexplicably. The bystander who had seen the great monks speak immediately knew that the old monk would probably explain, and they immediately became quiet again.

"Donor, as the saying goes, 'cause and effect cycle, retribution is unhappy'. You ask me to help you, but why do you never refuse to report the truth and instead bully them with words?"

The strong man's face changed, and the bystanders immediately understood that there was still something inside.

But the strong man was stubborn and still said self-reliantly: "Master, why don't I understand what you said?"

The old monk looked at him with regretful eyes and shook his head: "Your injury is not caused by wild beasts in the mountains, but is left behind by fighting with others? You are addicted to the poison of 'anger' and do not want to repent and remedy after hurting others, but you go to me to cheat on the elixir. Do you really think I don't know?"

The strong man was exposed and immediately looked as if he was ashamed.

The bystanders understood the cause and effect, and suddenly they talked about it, with many reproaches in their words. The strong man covered his blood-seeking arm and stood up with annoyance on his face. He did not dare to have an attack in front of everyone, and lowered his head and wanted to leave.

“Let’s wait.”

What was unexpected was that the old monk suddenly spoke when the strong man turned around.

"I am not a person who will never save you. The elixir refined this time is originally intended to save the world. As I said, if you can wake up in time and resolve the cause and effect you have made, and no longer indulge in the poison of "anger", I will give you a elixir to heal your wounds!"

The strong man suddenly turned around, as if he had never expected that there would be a turning point.

The old monk smiled slightly, closed his eyes slowly, and whispered: "As the saying goes, 'Look back is the shore', my Buddha is merciful, Amitabha!"

When the strong man, who was as strong as iron, suddenly his eyes turned red and he was speechless. He suddenly knelt down with a "punch" sound, and kowtowed three times in a row. He realized that he turned around and squeezed away the crowd and hurried away, thinking that it was to solve the cause and effect of his entangled body.

Witnessing a monk's enlightenment with his own eyes, everyone around him was shocked, and he also felt proud of his honor!

Did you see a monk at the foot of the mountain? After the enlightenment was over, everyone did not leave? However, most of the here are devout believers, and they dare not disturb each other rashly. They surrounded each other from afar and whispered to the matters just now.

"master!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man suddenly squeezed out of the crowd. Judging from his clothes, he should be a well-off person. After this person left the line, he mustered up the courage to walk to the old monk like that, and even pounced down and bowed.

The old monk opened his eyes and frowned and said, "What's the point of donor? I'm not aware of donors?"

After the middle-aged man bowed, he said with a gloomy face: "Master Rong Bing, a disciple from Xihe, Yizhou. His family has always been rich, and he has no need to ask for anything. Only the old mother in the family is old and weak, and she is sick. Whenever it rains, she will suffer from pain. The disciple wishes to replace her body! He came here without hesitation, and wanted to get good medicine for his mother to cure her illness. Just now, the disciple heard the master's words-"

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man looked at the old monk with anticipation and desire.

The old monk nodded, understood the unfinished words of middle-aged people, and nodded and said, "Are you here for the 'pill' I mentioned in my mouth?"

The middle-aged man kowtowed and said anxiously: "I hope the master will be merciful!"

The old monk looked at the middle-aged man carefully and said, "It's a filial son--Well, I'm refining this spiritual pill is to save the world, so it's okay to give you one."

Middle-aged man was extremely excited, and he burst into tears in his words: "Master, disciple, disciple--"

The old monk didn't say much, and smiled slightly.

He looked compassionate, and smiled at this moment, adding a little more noble and extraordinary. Then, the old monk spread his right hand with his folded hands, and then suddenly waved his sleeves. A white porcelain bottle suddenly appeared on the palm of his hand, which immediately attracted the audience to exclaim!

Creating something out of nothing is a method of immortality!

Middle-aged man became more and more excited, and his eyes were filled with enthusiasm when he looked at the porcelain bottle. The old monk smiled and said to him, "Here, take it." Middle-aged man took the porcelain bottle with his hands tremblingly, and put it away carefully like the most precious thing in the world, and was about to get up, but he suddenly knelt down again when he thought of something, and hesitated to take out a golden nugget of gold from his sleeve, which was about to weigh ten taels.

"Master!" the middle-aged man said carefully, "Disciples have no way to repay me, they only offer this item to my Buddha--"

The old monk was displeased: "I gave you a elixir because of your filial pill. Do you think I came for this common thing? I don't need to say much about the offerings!"

Middle-aged man looked earnest: "Master, I will never dare to defile the master's reputation! In fact, I have no other things to offer you. I only worship this common thing, even if I just sculpt my Buddha with a golden body and a size, it will be enough!"

The old monk was unwilling to accept it. The middle-aged man was firm in his attitude and asked for it earnestly several times. The old monk could not resist him and had to sigh and respond.

The people around him, seeing the middle-aged man seeking spiritual pills, suddenly became excited.

They squeezed forward regardless of the others, and they all started to ask for help, and there was a lot of noise. Fortunately, they were still rational and did not completely hit the old monk, but only pushed and yelled more than a ft in front of him. However, everyone spoke, but no one could say clearly in the noise.

"Everyone, everyone!"

"Let's be quiet first, listen to the next sentence!"

The middle-aged man raised his hands and shouted for a while, and finally comforted the excited crowd for a while. He said, "What's the use of such a talkative person besides disturbing the holy monk? You might as well be quiet, and if you have any doubts, you can say one by one-"

Everyone agreed and kept quiet for the time being.

The middle-aged man casually ordered a person, a rough-faced farmer: "Tell me!"

The farmers who were on the spot attracted everyone's attention and couldn't help but feel nervous: "I, I just want to ask, can I give you some more elixirs from the master?"

Others responded, obviously they wanted to know about this.

Middle-aged man turned around and asked respectfully: "Master, look--"

The old monk said slowly: "The use of spiritual elixir is to cure diseases and save people. As long as it is a destined person in need, I will not refuse."

The farmer said nervously: "Master, then, am I considered a destined person?"

The old monk opened his eyes and looked at him: "Let me tell me where to use it?"

The farmer said, "My family has given birth to a baby last year, and her body suddenly collapsed and was bedridden. I want to ask for medicine for my family to treat her body-" As he said, the farmer struggled, and then wanted to make up his mind to make up his mind like that. He took out a white cloth from his arms and wrapped several layers of silver ingots. "This is the silver I used to buy oxen, and I also offer it to the Buddha!"

The old monk sighed and nodded, "It's because the couple has a deep love. Forget it, I'll give you a spiritual pill."

Then the old monk turned out a porcelain bottle as before, and the farmer took it excitedly, but the not-so-large piece of silver was a little embarrassed to hand it over. Until the middle-aged man leaned over and asked: "Master, I am ashamed of receiving my kindness. Why don't you let the disciple do something for the master? "

The old monk nodded slowly: "Sure."

Middle-aged man took the silver from the farmer, and the others became more excited when they saw the second person asking for another elixir. Then they heard middle-aged man shouting: "Everyone! The holy monk will treat everyone equally! No matter what you have and what you need, it is better to arrange the order first and then tell the master one by one. What is the judgment of success or failure?

Everyone felt that middle-aged people were right because they were eager for "spiritual pills" in their hearts, and immediately arranged in order according to their words.

Since there were quite a few people around, not only the middle-aged man, but also the second farmer who sought the elixir, also stood up to help and maintained order.

Then, under the guidance of middle-aged people, they told the old monk about their suffering and sought the elixir.

Some people succeed, and some fail.

However, anyone who successfully obtained the elixir left a considerable "enter" for him. Just as everyone was nervous and thinking about how to impress the monk to give the elixir, three figures suddenly appeared next to the queue.

No one noticed when they appeared, but he didn't feel abrupt at all, as if they had already arrived here.

"Is it useful to keep your spiritual pill?"

One of them suddenly spoke.

The old monk looked up suddenly and looked at the three people in front of him in surprise.

Before he could speak, the middle-aged man who was in charge of order was displeased and scolded: "What nonsense are you asking? The elixir refined by the holy monk himself can cure all kinds of diseases, and it has no magical use--" Halfway through the words, the middle-aged man realized something was wrong.

When did the three people in front of you appear here?

When his eyes turned, he saw the three people's outfits and their extraordinary demeanor, he was suddenly shocked, and in an instant he was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat!

"Oh, so effective?" One of the young men with a strong temperament smiled, "So, can you give me one? I have a lot of research on pharmacology. Maybe we can communicate with each other on alchemy. What do you think, fellow Taoist?"

The plain word "Fellow Taoist" fell into the old monk's ears like thunder!

He didn't care about sitting cross-legged under the dead tree and pretending to be profound. He jumped up like a fire under his butt, shouting, "I've been seen through, we've seen it! Run--"

Until now, the crowds of people who were growing, looking forward or nervous, noticed that there were three more people around them.

When they saw it, everyone was shocked, and even the voices of scolding them for not following the order were stunned.

I saw that the three of them were all wearing Taoist robes, two men and one woman. The man had handsome eyebrows and majestic weapons, and the woman had a beautiful face, as if she was left with a banished immortal! Although they looked young, how could ordinary people have such extraordinary demeanor?

A few people who climbed Mount Sumeru to worship Buddha and saw the monks of Tianyin Temple felt that these three demeanors in front of them were just like those of the holy monks on the mountain who saved the world. No, they might even be better!

Among the three, the one who spoke was a young Taoist priest with eyes as star-like as the stars.

Another Taoist priest with a more transcendent temperament stood with a smile. The woman, who looked like a banished immortal in the Nine Heavens, looked coldly, and looked at the old monk and the middle-aged and farmer quietly.

At this moment, the "old monk" who realized the serious situation jumped up and shouted a horrifying word to everyone. Then he took out something and threw it on the ground. Then a "bang" smoke rose. The old monk, middle-aged and farmer three disappeared in an instant!

Everyone was shocked and suspicious when they saw this.

The Taoist priest with a transcendent demeanor raised his eyebrows slightly and said strangely: "'Discovery Method'? Haha, interesting."

The young man with a starry eyes looked unwilling and said, "Senior Brother, I'll catch them!"
Chapter completed!