The monk rushed forward and shouted: "Who are you? This poor monk is practicing Dharma to eliminate evil obstacles for the people here. Why do you come to cause trouble?"
The man named Mu Fusheng ignored the monk and just said to the crowd of people watching: "This woman has a great connection with Buddhism. The young monk was instructed by the Buddha to take her away."
After saying that, Mu Fusheng looked at the girl in his arms again and asked, "Are you willing to go with me?"
Little Youtanhua subconsciously looked at the man in the crowd. The man frowned and didn't say a word.
So, little Youtanhua put her clumsy little hands around Mu Fusheng's neck and nodded.
The monk was ignored and became even more angry. He stepped forward and stood in front of Mu Fusheng: "This woman is a disaster star. Her mother was burned to death when she was born. Now the only way is to burn her to sacrifice to heaven."
It can relieve the five-year drought. You can't take him away."
The monk spoke so righteously that some villagers also stood up and stood in front of Mu Fusheng.
Little Youtanhua was so frightened that she hugged Mu Fusheng's neck tightly and cried: "No... I don't want to be burned to death... I am not a disaster star..."
Mu Fusheng's arm holding Udanhua showed no sign of loosening. He sighed: "Someone once taught a young monk that violence cannot solve all problems, but it can solve idiots."
After he finished speaking, a pressure surged around him and swept away. Wherever it touched, the Buddha's light swept away like a wave. Everyone, including the monk, had to kneel on the ground and could not get up.
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"Amitabha, my Buddha is compassionate." Mu Fusheng clasped his hands together and said.
With the monk gnashing his teeth and hatred in the eyes of everyone who dared not speak, Mu Fusheng calmly left the village with little Youtanhua in his arms.
But at this moment, sporadic raindrops suddenly appeared, and before anyone could react, the heavy rain fell, drenching everyone kneeling on the ground.
Even though they were pressed to the ground, the villagers still looked to the sky excitedly: "It's raining, it's raining, it's finally raining! Our crops can be saved!"
And the monk angrily threw his fist on the ground. All of this was planned, how could a Buddhist cultivator with such powerful magic show up halfway!
Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted: "Heaven, look at the sky, the Buddha has appeared, the Buddha has appeared!"
It turned out that although it was raining heavily at the moment, the sky was clear. A golden Buddha statue appeared vaguely behind the layers of clouds. The golden light around the Buddha statue rose sharply, reflecting the whole sky as if it were plated with gold.
Mu Fusheng's pressure had dissipated, but all the villagers knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"The Buddha has appeared. The Buddha has appeared."
"Tell me, is it the rain that the man just prayed for for us?"
"The man said that the Buddha is compassionate. Could it be that... he is the reincarnation of the Buddha?"
"Udanhua was taken away by him...it means that Utanhua is not a disaster star. Otherwise, why would the reincarnated master of Buddha want to save her."
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After a while of discussion, everyone suddenly realized that they had been deceived by this monk.
Youtanhua's father rushed forward first and grabbed the monk's collar: "Why... why did you want to harm my daughter!"
The monk threw away the man's hand and said scornfully: "It's you who refused to save yourself."
The man's movements froze, and two lines of tears rolled down from his eyes.
The monk saw the right moment and was about to escape.
However, the villagers were not happy and rushed towards him, punching and kicking him. Finally, the monk fled in embarrassment.
On a country road, a long-haired Buddhist cultivator was walking with a little girl in his arms. Little Youtanhua buried her dirty little face in the man's neck.
She whispered: "Thank you, big brother, my name is You Tanhua."
When Mu Fusheng heard the word "big brother", he seemed to find it useful. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, but all he said was: "Yeah."
Little Youtanhua rolled up a strand of Mu Fusheng's black hair with her little hands. She felt that she liked it tightly, and she said again: "Brother, why did you save me?"
"Amitabha, my mortal relationship with you has not ended yet, but here comes the cause and effect." Mu Fusheng said calmly.