Chapter 65 Mou Zhixuan I’m sorry

In front of outsiders, Fa Hai still gave Dao Ran face. Although he wanted to lock him up and interrogate him, he still tried hard to endure it and maintain the demeanor of a virtuous monk.

Daoran breathed a sigh of relief, but based on his understanding of Fahai, the master must have been thinking about whether to give him a severe beating or to be put in solitary confinement, or perhaps to be beaten first and then put in solitary confinement.

If he doesn't give up this idea, Daoran will be very sad in the coming days.

Therefore, Nie Zhengyan cannot be let go now.

Outside Daoran's room was a quiet courtyard with a pavilion and a stone table. Daoran invited everyone to sit down and asked about his situation after coma.

Although he heard part of what Ramanu said, he only heard about it through hearsay, and he only knew roughly, and many details were unclear.

Hearing Daoran ask about the details, Nie Zhengyan quickly talked about what happened that day.

Daoran fell into a coma after summoning Xiao Qiao. Xiao Qiao did not hesitate to take the lyre and play the Bodhi Heart-clearing Song even though he was not happy about it.

The Gandharvas took action, which was naturally extraordinary.

The toxins that Daoran could only suppress were all expelled by Xiao Qiao's music. But at the end of the song, both Xiao Qiao and Mou Zhixuan returned because they had no more magic power.

But at this moment, Zhu Ying, who had been hiding in the dark, appeared.

Without the protection of the Eight Heavenly Dragons, no mortal present could be Zhu Ying's opponent.

Fortunately, Zhu Ying didn't care about the life or death of others and only shot two spider silks, one flying towards Daoran and the other towards Nie Zhengyan.

This is to kill two birds with one stone and take them both away together.

At this time, golden light flew from the sky, and it was Fa Hai who arrived.

Daoran was seriously injured, so the master sensed it and directly used his magic power to fly from Yongzhou to Hangzhou City. But after all, Fahai didn't know how to do somersaults, so it still delayed a little time.

Zhu Ying could only be considered unlucky. If she had taken action earlier, she might have been able to run away with her people, but now that Fahai appeared, Zhu Ying had no power to fight back.

Fahai shouted: "Death to the evildoer!"

The magic power surged like a tide, turning into a golden Buddha palm and hitting Zhu Ying. The power of this palm could flatten the mountains.

It was impossible for Zhu Ying to resist, but when the golden Buddha palm took the shot, Zhu Ying shattered like a soap bubble.

This cautious little demon didn't come in his true form at all, but used a clone charm to fish in troubled waters.

Thanks to her caution, otherwise her life would have been lost.

Zhu Ying's clone was smashed to pieces, and the danger was finally eliminated. All that was left was for the government office to rescue the people, and for Fa Hai to adjust his breathing and heal Dao Ran's injuries. Then, Dao Ran was awakened by Ramanu's screams.

Daoran asked Nie Zhengyan: "Master Nie, don't you know how many casualties there are among the people?"

"Thanks to the holy monk who came to the rescue, only eight people died of poisoning in the end. However, there were hundreds of people suffering from the disease due to the toxin. Most of them became weak and weak, making it difficult to live a sustainable life."

Nie Zhengyan's tone was also quite emotional.

In this era, being weak means being unable to work, which is not far away from starving to death. If you are the main labor force in the family, I am afraid that the whole family will be affected, and more than one person will starve to death.

Nie Zhengyan said that even though he was the magistrate of Hangzhou, he could not support a hundred households. The court had never provided assistance in this regard, so they could only be left to fend for themselves.

"Can't the sound of the Gandharva's piano also be cured?" Daoran asked Fahai.

"Amitabha, is there any truly omnipotent miracle medicine in this world? My master has also checked the poisoned people and found that the toxins have been eliminated, but the meridians all over the body have been destroyed by the toxins. It's just luck to be alive. Reshaping the meridians is not a matter of listening. Listening to playing the piano is so simple, even the real Gandharva can't do it."

Fahai was definitely professional in this area. If he said no, Daoran would give up.

However, Daoran still couldn't bear it and said to Nie Zhengyan: "Master Nie, I still have some gold and silver here. Please use it to save these poisoned people."

Before, Daoran either ate and drank in Sanzanglou or lived in the government office and ate public meals, so the baskets of gold and silver were basically untouched, which was a huge sum of money.

Nie Zhengyan shook his head and said: "The holy monk is merciful, but the so-called aiding the emergency but not the poor, even if it is a few hundred taels of silver, divided among hundreds of families, I am afraid it will not last long."

Nie Zhengyan's words make sense. Families that have lost their labor force cannot be self-sufficient. Relying solely on financial aid will be a long-term consumption, and there are so many people. A few hundred taels of silver can only last for one or two years at most. If the fundamental problem is not solved, it is meaningless. .

What's more, Daoran is a monk, how can he get hundreds of taels of silver?

But Nie Zhengyan soon realized that he was wrong. He only heard Daoran say: "It's not a few hundred taels of silver, but almost three thousand taels of silver and two hundred taels of gold."

"How much?!" Nie Zhengyan seemed unable to believe his ears.

Fahai was even more excited than Nie Zhengyan and asked quickly: "Disciple, where did you get so much gold and silver?"

"Dug out from Lanruo Temple."

Daoran briefly explained the incident at Lanruo Temple. When Fahai heard that Lanruo Temple was harboring filth and seeking wealth and murder, he said angrily: "The reputation of Buddhism is harmed by these scum."

Later, when he heard that Dao Ran and Nie Zhengyan were interrogating Lanruo Temple at night in order to save the evil spirits, Fahai praised him with a smile and said: "Good disciple, you have done a good job."

However, when Fahai heard that Daoran asked Mou Zhixuan to eat all the monks in Lanruo Temple, Fahai was furious.

"Evil disciple, how dare you commit such a murderous crime?! Do you know that the Eight Tribes of Heaven and Dragon are driven by you, and you are responsible for all the cause and effect." Fa Hai said with hatred.

Those lewd monks from Lanruo Temple are dead as well. Fa Hai doesn't care about them at all, but they can't die in Dao Ran's hands.

For people in Buddhism, killing is the most serious sin. If you kill so many people, you will definitely have difficulty achieving enlightenment in the future.

When Daoran heard Fa Hai's words, he showed a surprised expression and said: "Ah, there is such a saying? Master, you didn't say anything when you first taught me the Eight Divine Dragons Body Protective Curse. It was Mou Zhixuan who suggested that my disciple should return the favor to his benefactor. Only by being fair to them can we save them, I didn't think too much about it."

[Putting blame on others is a precept for making false claims.]

[Your Ring-breaking Monk talent is activated, your charm +1]

"You said that dragon's real name is Mou Zhixuan? Humph, I want to see where he came from, a little snake who dared to deceive and use my disciple Fahai." Fahai said viciously.

Mou Zhixuan, I'm sorry.

This disciple's qualifications and understanding far exceeded Fahai's expectations, which led to this situation.

Daoran put his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha, the matter has come to this, no matter how much you think about it, it will be of no use. Although my disciple unintentionally violated the precept of killing, he was finally able to save those female benefactors who died tragically. Let the Buddha calculate the merits and demerits. I really can't blame others."

Mu Zhixuan, the little monk tried his best to help you recover, don't thank you.

As soon as Dao Ran finished speaking, Nie Xiaoqian couldn't help but say, "Zen Master Fahai, Dao Ran's monk is compassionate, even if he kills people, it is like a last day.

Otherwise, who knows if he will come up with the second bottle of poison and kill more people? "

"What? Another one killed one?"

Fahai's eyes are wide. Why is this apprentice heavier than himself?

Dao Ran looked at Nie Xiaoqian helplessly, is this to report grace or revenge?
Chapter completed!