"What's wrong, Master?"

"You read it." He whispered, feeling guilty when he heard it.

Wusheng immediately realized that the fat monk in front of him might not be able to recite scriptures at all. Thinking of his life in the mountains these days, he understood that it was not that they did not want to recite scriptures, but that they simply didn’t know how to recite scriptures at all.

How could Buddha allow such monks to exist?!

"Okay, I'll read, you can rest."

Upon hearing this, Monk Kongxu walked to the side and sat down.

Wusheng sat beside the bed and recited the sutra softly. He recited the "Heart Sutra of Prajna", and he knew this sutra.

After reciting it once, the mother and son lying on the bed had no reaction. He recited it again. After reciting it several times, his mind calmed down and stopped thinking about the messy things. The spiritual platform was pure and he recited the scriptures with all his heart.

"Awaken, wake up." After a few times, the screams beside him interrupted his chanting.

Looking into the bed, the unconscious child woke up, and the woman's eyes also became much clearer. Wusheng felt it carefully and the cold air on the two of them was not that heavy.

"This scripture is really useful," he said to himself.

"The little monk has real skills!" said an old man.

"Good, good, good, good, don't live." Monk Kongxu said with a smile, taking the opportunity to make a wave of presence.

Before he could take action, his apprentice handled the matter, which made him even more unfathomable. He also took the opportunity to tactfully suggest that it was too late and it was time to have a meal.

The vegetarian meal prepared for dinner was considered sumptuous, and the people in the village were very tactful and did not disturb the master and apprentice.

"Master, you can't even recite a Buddhist scripture. What kind of monk? It's okay to be a fake monk and be more pure in the mountains. You have to go down the mountain to drive away ghosts and devils. If you don't have the ability, why are you pretending to be a big-headed garlic? Who gives you the courage? A girl named Liang?" When eating, Wusheng became more and more angry as he thought about it. He scolded the fat monk while eating.

"How did you know Wan'er?" Kongxu showed a rare expression of surprise after hearing this.

"What bowl? Are you still having chopsticks!" Wusheng said after hearing this.

"Oh, it's not right! I remember you seemed to have recited the scriptures! You didn't have been reciting that time, right?" Wusheng said. He remembered that after burying the soldiers outside the abandoned village outside Jinhua City, Monk Kongxu recited a scripture. He was still quite good at that time, and he looked like a genius monk, which made him stunned.

"No, no, no, Master can recite scriptures." Monk Kongxu took a bite of the steamed bun and said with a smile.

"Then why didn't you read it just now?"

"Don't you leave the opportunity to perform for you?" Kongxu smiled.

"Ah! If not, then no, don't fill the buns with big stuffings, tell me the truth."

"I really know, but I can do a mantra of rebirth, which is to save the dead. I thought that the mother and the mother were not dead yet, and it was not appropriate to recite it." Kongxu said.

"Oh, you know if you don't have the right fit and you still have shame. Tell me, what should I do after dinner?"

"Go to the mourning hall."

"What are you going to the mourning hall? You're looking for death!" Wusheng threw away the chopsticks after hearing this.

"This time I look at my teacher, I will save him." Kongxu said.

"Okay, you are so arrogant, don't save yourself." Wusheng said after hearing this.

He had thought about it and would never go to the mourning hall tonight. He would do whatever he liked!

After dinner, he went to the room where the mother and son were, chanting Buddhist scriptures for them, and expelling the indescribable cold and cold force in their bodies. After reciting the scriptures for eighteen times, the mother and son's faces improved a lot, and the woman even thanked him repeatedly, calling out "the monk" one by one, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

As it was getting late, he went to the room prepared for him in the village and lay down, right next to the house where the mourning hall was.

It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the sound of whimpering was so loud that Wusheng turned over and turned around in the room next to him that he couldn't sleep. He was worried that when he saw that the fat monk was lying on the ground and burping.

"No, I have to go over and take a look. I'm so fucking, I'm so cheap!" Wusheng said.

He got up and left the room, and came to the yard of the dead next to him. He pushed open the door and the mourning hall was open. Before he could enter the room, he heard the sound of chanting scriptures. Monk Kongxu sat cross-legged in front of the coffin and chanted the scriptures softly.

The light in the room was very dark, and two candles were lit on both sides of the coffin, and the lights were swaying in the wind.

When I heard someone open the door and come in, Kongxu stopped chanting the scriptures and looked back, and saw that it was Wusheng and smiled.

"Wusheng, as a teacher, you know that you will come back, and you have great kindness in your heart."

"Good, I'm worried that you'll get yourself in. OK, hurry up and leave."

"Oh, I plan to recite the mantra of rebirth ninety-eighty times to save his soul and help him ascend to the Western Paradise as soon as possible." Hunxu said.

"Ninety-nine eighty-one, I'm going to get the scriptures in the West! Isn't you still undead? Don't you believe in the sayings of ghosts and gods? Besides, if you really have been dead for several days, I don't know where to go. Don't attract any other things, go!" Wusheng said.

"Amitabha, I have been chanting for you thirty-six times. You have to start over with this disturbance. Be calm and don't be impatient. If you are really tired, go to the donor's house next door to sleep first." Kongxu said.

"Okay, you can save yourself here. I'll go to sleep next door and feel something is wrong and call me." Wusheng said.

"good."

As soon as the flower was finished speaking, a gust of wind blew in from outside the house. The wind was dark and wet, and the candlelight was swaying.

"Master, do you feel something is wrong?" Wusheng said tremblingly.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Monk Kongxu looked confused.

"It's so cold."

"It's time, late at night, and the wind outside the house is naturally cold."

“This wind is a little wet.”

"Wet? This teacher didn't feel it!" said Kongxu.

Wusheng turned around slowly and looked outside. When he saw this, his heart suddenly stumbled. He saw a man standing next to the gate.

"Master, there is a person standing there." Wusheng stretched out his hand and pointed outside.

"Where is someone?" Kongxu looked in the direction he pointed, but only saw a dark area and nothing was seen.

"Stand at the gate and are walking in!" Wusheng pointed outside and said.

I vaguely saw a person with a seven-foot figure and walking quietly.

After hearing this, the monk Kongxu stood up and walked outside, and came to the yard. He happened to pass by the figure who came in, but he didn't notice it at all. The man turned his head and looked at Kongxu, deliberately moved a step to the side, and then continued to walk into the room.

"No one?" Kongxu had already arrived outside the gate and shouted inside.

"You are not a good habit of not closing the door at will." He closed the wooden door casually.
Chapter completed!