"Jinhua City God?" Abbot Kongkong was startled when he heard this.

"yes."

"Chenghuang is the god of the underworld and is under the jurisdiction of the Yin Division. The Temple of Immortality wants to refine his soul. Why didn't he go to the Yin Division for help instead of coming to our Lanruo Temple?" The abbot felt very confused.

"I also suspect that he has other motives." Wu Sheng said.

"I have heard about that City God before. In the early years, he was indeed a patron and did some good deeds. Let's put it in the side hall and take a look." Abbot Kongkong thought for a while and said.

"good."

It was night, the sky was a little gloomy, and half the moon was covered by clouds.

Wu Sheng practiced in the courtyard as usual.

In the corner of the side hall, Jinhua Chenghuang Lu Nomination was hiding in the dark, looking at Wu Sheng. The cold moonlight from the sky fell on his body, as if covered with a layer of silver gauze, indescribably holy. He stood there, as if

The body is integrated with the heaven and earth, and the Buddha's light can be faintly seen behind the pillow.

Lu Chenghuang hid in the shadows, clenching his fists. After a long time, he slowly loosened his fists. He seemed to sigh, and then turned around and returned to the side hall. After he left, Wu Sheng, who was practicing, opened his eyes.

His eyes looked at the place where Lu mentioned his soul just now. After a moment, he closed his eyes and continued to practice, without any sadness or joy, forgetting both things and myself.

In the early morning of the second day, before the sky was bright, it began to rain. It was pouring, the wind was cold, and the rain was cold.

In the morning, people braved the wind and rain to come to Lanruo Temple, and there was more than one.

"Donor Lu?" Wu Sheng was very surprised after seeing the visitor.

The visitor was fellow practitioner Lu from a wealthy family in Jinhua City. A few days ago, when they went down the mountain to Jinhua, they stayed at his home for two days, subdued a fox demon, and retrieved the Diamond Sutra.

"Please master, please save the dog's life!"

He came to Wu Sheng and made a splash on the ground and in the water. He looked very anxious, but after not seeing him for a few days, he seemed to have aged a few years.

"What happened to Mr. Lu? The fox demon is here again?!" Wu Sheng was surprised after hearing this.

"That's the end of what we agreed to do that night. The big demon actually doesn't keep his word!"

"No, no, the fox demon didn't go, but my son, he is dying."

Wu Sheng looked behind him and saw several servants carrying a sedan into the temple gate.

"He is here to see a doctor!" Wu Sheng felt much more at ease.

"Master Lu is sick and should go to the doctor, right?"

"Yusheng was sucked into the yang essence by the fox demon. He is already exhausted. I am only a son. I hope Master can save him!" Fellow practitioner Lu knelt on the ground and cried.

"What's wrong?" Abbot Kongkong and Monk Kongkong, who heard the sound, also came over from the backyard.

Wu Sheng explained the matter to them.

"Wu Sheng, can you do anything?" Monk Kong took Wu Sheng aside and asked in a low voice.

"I have an idea. I'm not a god. What can I do for these people who are terminally ill?" Wu Sheng said.

"Then tell him the truth."

"Donor Lu, I'm sorry, there's really nothing we can do." Wu Sheng said.

"Master, Master, please, look at Yu Sheng, I'm kowtowing to you here." Fellow practitioner Lu knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

Seeing this, Wu Sheng hurriedly stepped aside. He couldn't bear the kowtow.

Several servants came up with a sedan and opened the door curtain. Inside, there was a young man paralyzed with a pale face. He was taking in a lot of air but not letting out much. His air was like a gossamer, and his life was hanging by a thread.

"Sorry, I can't help it." Wu Sheng shook his head.

"I, I, I am willing to donate ten thousand taels of incense money." Fellow practitioner Lu said loudly.

"Huh?!" Abbot Kongkong's eyebrows widened slightly.

"No worries, take them to the dormitory," the abbot said.

"Yes." Monk Wunu led them to a side room that was previously specially prepared for pilgrims to rest, but it was actually a dilapidated room.

After hearing this, fellow practitioner Lu hurriedly got up and carried the sedan to the side with the others.

"Uncle, can you still save people?" Wu Sheng asked curiously.

"I know how to kill people, and I know a little bit about saving people. I haven't thrown away the minced black Ganoderma lucidum for external application to heal my wounds. I boiled water for him to drink." Abbot Kongkong.

"Wonderful, why didn't I think of that!" Wu Sheng raised his thumb after hearing this.

He was already deeply aware of the magical effects of black Ganoderma. Although most of the power of the ground Ganoderma had been lost, there must still be some residue. Although he could not say that it could restore Lu Yusheng to a vigorous state, it could save him more than one life.

It shouldn't be difficult to survive for a while.

"I'll go." Kong Kong said.

Kong Kong took the Ganoderma lucidum that was broken into foam, boiled some water, filtered out the foam, and put the water into a gourd.

"Abbott, what do we need so much money for? Why don't we spread the word?" Wu Sheng said.

"Isn't it free to live in the temple? For food such as rice and noodles, it's not enough to just rely on the charity of the people down the mountain. They don't have much leftover. Besides, winter is coming, so they have to add some winter clothes.

Those incense candles, the pens, inks and papers you use all cost money." Kong Kong said.

"He is a well-known wealthy family in Jinhua, and he has come to our Lanruo Temple to beg him. He, Donor Lu, is a sensible person. It is not a good thing to have a relationship with our temple. How dare he go out and talk nonsense?" said Kong Kong.

"What about the servants who are following?"

"A large family, passed down for several generations, has its own way of governing its subordinates!" Kong Kong said.

"Hey, Master, when we were at the foot of the mountain, you acted aloof and regarded money as dirt. Why has it suddenly changed now?"

"This time, that time."

"Shit, you are hypocritical."

"Wusheng, you've been eating a lot lately."

"Okay, okay, I can't help you." Wu Sheng waved his hand.

They followed him to the dormitory.

"Donor Lu, we want to chant sutras and pray for your son, and we also hope that you will go out and stay for a while." Monk Kong said.

"Here, I'll just stay here?"

"Huh?!" Abbot Kongkong glanced at fellow practitioner Lu. He shivered inexplicably and immediately led his servants to the yard outside the house to wait, looking into the house from time to time.

Monk Kong took out the gourd from his sleeve and gave Lu Yusheng a few sips.

"No life."

"Master."

"Recite sutras."

"Um?!"

I have heard that for a time, the Buddha was in the Solitary Garden of Savatthi, together with a group of 1,250 great bhikkhus. At that time, while eating, the World Honored One, wearing robes and holding an alms bowl, went to the great city of Savatthi to beg for food.

After begging for the next time, he returned to his original place. After the meal, he collected his clothes and bowl, washed his feet, and sat down.

Wu Sheng sat by the bed and recited scriptures in a low voice, but what he was reading was the Diamond Sutra.

The sound of the chanting was not loud, but fellow practitioner Lu and others waiting outside the house could hear it very clearly, as if the chanter was right next to them.

Fellow practitioner Lu was still pacing back and forth in the courtyard, still anxious. After hearing the scripture, he became a little quieter.
Chapter completed!