Chapter 592 The Monk of Disaster
When Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu followed Liang Guangchang to the rear of the defenders, many patients from Tianshou Village had also arrived.
Fu Qingzhou also saw the woman from yesterday. Her face was full of excitement and anticipation, and she stood on tiptoe looking among the crowd.
At this time, I saw the middle-aged monk standing in front of a refugee. The refugee had dirty stones on his face and body. He knelt in front of the middle-aged monk and trembled. The monk stretched out his hand, Caress its top.
“What are they doing?”
Liang Guangchang stepped forward and asked.
Several defenders looked at him with doubts on their faces, and one of the defenders shouted: "Get away, don't come close!"
Liang Guangchang frowned: "I, Liang Guangchang, shout Come here, general."
"Liang...Mr. Liang!"
The defender who just tried to scare him off was startled, and then he was surprised: "Sorry, I'm sorry. You cover your face, I didn’t... I’ll call General Chi!”
Liang Guangchang had a look of pride on his face and whispered to Fu Qingzhou Wu Ning Wu Shu: "I saved Chi Tiancong's life."
The two laughed.
A miracle doctor who has been in the city for decades, it can be said that almost everyone in the city has received his kindness. Around here, his face and connections may be better than those of the head of a large sect or something. Both the prefect and the general are much easier to use.
Many people may have been treated by him when they were young, and when they grew up, they also brought their children to be treated...
Soon, General Chi hurried over : "Doctor Liang, you are here!"
"I came here for diagnosis at the invitation of Magistrate Yang. I arrived yesterday."
Liang Guangchang asked: "What's going on? What are they doing?"
"That monk ..." General Chi looked back and said with some worry: "Just now he seemed to say that he could 'relieve their pain,' and then he did this."
Following his gaze, you can see the monk. He was stroking the refugee's head, but nothing seemed to happen, but sweat was dripping from the monk's forehead. The refugees on the side gathered around him curiously, doubtfully, and nervously, and even the defenders behind the fence were looking around.
"Let me go and take a look." Liang Guangchang said calmly.
General Chi nodded: "Of course, but please don't cross the fence, it's too dangerous."
Liang Guangchang walked forward without comment, and the defenders naturally made way for him - Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wu Shu did not rush forward. Since they were patients, it was not appropriate to rush forward.
So, together with other patients in Tianshou Village, they became the melon-eaters in the rear.
At this time, the middle-aged monk's movements finally changed.
He raised the hand that was on the refugee's head. The shape of his hand changed like the wind and brushed several acupuncture points on the refugee's head and neck. Then he reached out and lifted the refugee's chin and whispered: "Open your mouth."
After the massage, the refugee looked clearly confused. After hearing the instructions, he immediately opened his mouth.
"Those acupuncture points have no meaning at all."
Ning Wushu whispered beside Fu Qingzhou: "What did he do?"
"There is no spirit deficiency Fluctuation is not a spell." Fu Qingzhou also lowered his voice: "I'm afraid he has applied some kind of medicine."
On the other side, after the refugee opened his mouth, the middle-aged monk took out a small bottle from his sleeve. Like a jade bottle, he gently turned the vial upside down, and a drop of crystal liquid slowly dripped from the bottle mouth and fell into the mouth of the refugee.
In an instant, the refugee trembled crazily!
It was as if he had been electrocuted. His eyes widened and his muscles jumped wildly. He fell to the ground uncontrollably. He grabbed his throat with both hands and struggled and rolled wildly, but there was something in his throat. No sound can be made.
This situation surprised everyone. The refugees who were watching were all startled and backed away. Only the middle-aged monk remained calm.
Not far away, on the boat on the shore, all the monks were calm as usual, still watching from a distance.
Liang Guangchang could not calm down. He pushed away the surrounding defenders and struggled to raise his legs to cross the fence.
"Hey! Divine Doctor Liang!"
General Chi was shocked: "What are you doing?"
"Of course I want to have a look!" Liang Guangchang glared at him: "No one , you can die in front of me before I even check it out!" Having said this, General Chi certainly didn't dare to say anything.
He honestly asked the defenders to pull up a few fences and let Liang Guangchang go.
The old miracle doctor walked quickly to the refugee, but before he could see, hear or ask anything, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Although this refugee was in great pain, rolling and struggling, the dirty stones on his face and body... were dissolving!
They kept melting, turning into the black liquid that was discharged from Fu Qingzhou's face last night, and then evaporated in the cold wind.
Not only that, but black water kept flowing out of the refugee's mouth, nose and ear canals.
"This, this is..." Liang Guangchang's eyes widened.
"Donor, don't panic."
The middle-aged monk on the side smiled and said: "The poor monk just gave a drop of the nectar of disaster. When the nectar enters his mouth, he will experience great pain, but after the pain comes transformation, all diseases and sufferings, They will all leave him. "
As he spoke, the refugee's rolling movements gradually became smaller. I don't know if it was because he was tired or because he really didn't feel that bad anymore.
But it is undeniable that most of the dirty stones on his body have been dissolved by now!
The refugees who were frightened back just now all stared wide-eyed and surrounded them again.
After another moment, the refugee finally made a sound from his throat.
When he shouted the first sentence, tears were already streaming down his face: "It doesn't hurt anymore! It doesn't hurt anymore! I don't hurt anymore!"
He climbed up from the ground, The dirty stones on his body had all melted into black liquid and dissipated in the wind. At this time, after the dirty stones were peeled off, the refugee's skin was as smooth as new, even whiter and tenderer than the average woman.
"Master!"
The refugee knelt down at the knees of the middle-aged monk and kowtowed violently: "Thank you for saving me! Thank you for saving me!"
< br>
Liang Guangchang was standing by, his face full of disbelief. Without asking or saying anything, he stepped forward and grabbed the refugee's hand, and put three fingers on his pulse string.
"Treated, cured?"
He said hoarsely.
But before he could make any further diagnosis, he was pushed away by another refugee.
"You, you..." The man stared at the kneeling refugee and asked in a harsh voice: "Are you so kind?"
"It's so good!"
The refugee cried with joy. He opened his clothes, rolled up his sleeves, and showed his clean and smooth skin: "It's okay! Look, everything is okay!"
For a moment, there was great uproar among the refugees, and a group of people knelt down at the monk's feet. The people behind also began to push forward desperately, crying loudly, begging the monk to save their lives.
Liang Guangchang originally wanted to take a look at the bottle of "Nectar of Disaster" that the monk had just given, but the patients in Monk Tianshou Village also rushed over. It was General Chi who had quick eyesight and quick hands and pulled him to the defenders. within the scope of protection.
Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu naturally did not kneel down. They just quietly hid in the shadow of the trees, frowning and watching everything.
All of a sudden, the monk was surrounded by a crowd of people kneeling on his knees.
Facing a large number of kneeling patients around him, the middle-aged monk smiled slightly: "There is no hundred disasters in the Buddha... I, the monk in disasters, walk around the world to eliminate disasters. Don't be anxious or panic. , your illness will be cured.”
His voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the surroundings instantly, ringing in everyone’s ears.
For a time, there was a loud sound outside Tianshou Village, with cries, prayers, and laughter all mixed together and heard endlessly.
On the boat on the far shore, it was only then that monks began to slowly walk off.
"This person has at least six levels of cultivation."
Fu Qingzhou frowned and said: "And his status is definitely not as good as Li Qing... Where did Huijue find these monks? How many more like him are there? Someone like him?"
He looked at the ship, but he didn't expect that the ship would drift away after putting down some monks. The monks wearing white Buddhist robes and hiding in the Buddha's light were not there. He didn't get off the boat, he just stood on the bow and gradually moved away.
(End of this chapter)