Chapter 593 Opportunity


Chapter 593 Opportunity

A refugee camp was quickly set up outside Tianshou Village.

Although this camp was built by the defenders of Anyue City, the refugees did not thank them - they just sat in circles and listened to the sermons of the middle-aged "Ernan Monk" .

The rest of the monks walked among the crowd, handing out hand-copied copies of the "Hundred Calamities Sutra" to them. The refugees held these sutras in their arms as if they were treasures, and they were full of piety.

In fact, the act of building a refugee camp outside Tianshou Village is a bit like taking off your pants and farting - after the Ernan monk showed the "miracle" of curing the patients, the villagers of Tianshou Village followed suit one after another. among the refugees.

They were also sitting in the crowd listening to sutras, and their eyes were equally hopeful and bright. Except for wearing slightly better clothes, they were no different from the refugees.

On the edge of the circle of people, Fu Qingzhou and Ning Wushu sat quietly, each holding a scripture in their hands.

"You said that in the Fanyin Temple before, this scripture can brainwash people."

Ning Wushu lowered his voice and said: "At this time, their sermons are not like this. "Evil effect?"

"Probably not." Fu Qingzhou said softly: "The monk did not open the spiritual aperture, and he was not reciting the Apocalypse Sutra at this time. He was just explaining the content of the sutra, and my soul was not there. If he sees any discomfort, he probably doesn’t have that ability.”

Ning Wushu narrowed his eyes slightly: "But the bottle of potion in his hand does have the effect of curing visceral stone disease."

While speaking, the two of them turned their heads and looked to the other side at the same time.

At the edge of the camp, Liang Guangchang was taking people’s pulses and examining patients with a solemn expression. His patient was the refugee who had been rescued by the Ernan monk before. Now that several hours have passed, the refugee is still in good condition. very.

The dirt on his face and body has not recurred, his complexion is excellent, and his speech is very lively. He is very impatient with Liang Guangchang’s diagnosis and keeps looking in the direction of the monk. It is obvious that if it were not There were Anyue City defenders watching around him. He had already left Liang Guangchang behind and went into the crowd to listen to the scriptures together.

"We have to find a way to get that bottle...or at least get some potion from it." Fu Qingzhou whispered.

But obviously, this is not a simple matter.

There were twenty-six monks in total coming from the boat at that time.

After distributing the scriptures, these twenty-six people all stood motionless beside Monk Ernan, forming a protective posture.

“Their strength is not necessarily that strong.”

Ning Wushu said slowly: “With the strength of you and me, we will kill them all and seize the bottle. Potion, it’s not difficult.”

"But tens of thousands of refugees are not a simple matter." Fu Qingzhou shook his head and said: "Do you think these Ernan monks have done anything bad right now? No, they even cured one person... Next, they will definitely have to cure More people. "

"You said they spread the epidemic, where is the evidence? Or maybe you can provide false evidence to convince the people, but there is no such thing..."
< br>"We suddenly killed the person and snatched the potion. What if...I mean what if, there is another way hidden in the potion and we still can't use it and can't cure the person?"

He smiled and said: "Then it will be our turn to be torn alive by the refugees."

Ning Wushu nodded with an indifferent expression. Obviously, she also I can think of this level.

Or...she thought deeper.

“Moreover, we cannot cooperate with Anyue City Yamen on this matter.”

She said lightly: “Right now, these Ernan monks have helped them comfort the refugees and even cure the epidemic, regardless of Whether it is the prefect or the general of the garrison, I will only thank them in my heart - if we are reckless, the Yamen will help Monk Ernan deal with us."

Fu Qingzhou smiled: "Sister Wu Shu, you are a dignified general of the Northern Xinjiang Army. , the daughter of the Master of Swordsmen, I am also the special envoy of Mingjian Pavilion, don’t you think it’s easy for me to speak?”

“Heh.”

Ning Wushu smiled disdainfully: "There are tens of thousands of refugees here in Panyang City alone. I don't know how many more people there are in the entire Chang'an Beach... When they rush into the city and besiege the Yamen under the leadership of thoughtful people, You will know if our words work well." There is actually another problem here, which the two of them tacitly agree on.

Huijue, now he is indeed a rat crossing the street that everyone is shouting to beat.

But Li Qing... or Yuan Zhao, was not registered in places like Mingjiang Pavilion and the Ministry of Punishment, and the Eunan monks did not leave a bad reputation.

You can’t say that just because they, like Fanyin Temple, believe in Bai E Nan Buddha, you want to kill them all, right? Bai E Nan Buddha is one of the Buddhas recorded in the Buddhist scriptures. If he really did this, all the Buddhists in the world would fight back. The imperial court would never do such a thing.

Fu Qingzhou curled his lips: "Then we have to find a way to get close to Ernan Monk and get the potion in his hand."

The two looked at Liang Guangchang again.

At this time, the refugee he had just treated had left and returned to the crowd, leaving the old miracle doctor sitting there with a puzzled look on his face.

At this moment, the monk in the center of the crowd suddenly stopped and said with a smile: "The poor monk knows what you are asking for... It's just that it is extremely difficult to grow nectar. Although a drop of nectar can save one person, a few drops of nectar can save one person. There are only a few drops in a day, and there are tens of thousands of people here, and even a poor monk cannot save them one by one."

But before the refugees could show their disappointment, he smiled and said: "But don't ask for it, either. Worry, the poor monk has a solution.”

He spread his hands and said loudly: "I, the Buddha, have to endure hundreds of hardships to pass on the scriptures. You need to go through a sea of ​​suffering and endure extraordinary sufferings, and then you can enjoy the blessings of eternity."

"Today, all the donors are suffering from diseases and have become Buddhas. Chosen as the fate lord of hundreds of calamities - after that, as long as you chant sutras day and night and be pious, the poor monk will give the nectar of calamities in a pure vase mixed with water and porridge and perform rituals to all the fate lords. "
< br>"If you chant sutras for seven days and seven nights, take nectar for seven days and seven nights, and have sincere thoughts, the disease can be eradicated."

After hearing his words, the refugees were still a little confused.

The reason is very simple...most of them are not well educated.

The Ernan monk spoke in an elegant manner, but they couldn't quite understand.

But soon, a man who had clearly read some books stood up in the crowd and said excitedly: "Master said! We just need to recite sutras sincerely! Master and others can cast spells and mix the magic medicine in Give it to us in the porridge! When you drink the porridge, you must be sincere! As long as it takes seven days, all diseases will be gone!”

Now, everyone understands.

For a while, all the refugees kowtowed and shouted chaotically words of thanks, but... I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but their voices were quickly unified by several loud and steady rhythmic shouts from the crowd. .

Those messy words gradually turned into ""A hundred calamities are difficult for the Buddha to save all sentient beings!" The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and the light of Buddha is boundless! ”

These shouts became more and more uniform and loud, becoming like rumbling thunder.

The eyes of the people shouting became brighter and brighter, and their faces gradually glowed red, as if their diseases had been cured and there was no more pain in their bodies.

Not far away, Liang Guangchang raised his head and looked at this scene with a solemn expression and clenched his fists.

Faced with this shocking scene, Fu Qingzhou smiled.

He lowered his voice and said: "This is an opportunity...can you find out the ingredients in the porridge mixed with the 'magic medicine'?"

"This depends on the skill of Divine Doctor Liang."

Ning Wushu's eyes were also shining: "Not to mention anything else, if this monk needs to apply medicine to the porridge every day, during this process, maybe we We can also find opportunities to get some of the so-called nectar of misfortune.”

The two looked at each other, then followed the crowd and started shouting in a fake way.

(End of this chapter)

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