The problem that the doctor did not solve. After the guy that Mr. Shen said came, he only had a few injections on one of the patients and cured one of them.

Boss Shen praised him for his professional expertise, and sometimes he had to let specialists solve the problem.

After the young man cured a patient, he didn't want to continue helping, but he had already done it, so he had to continue doing it. The young man took out a box of cinnabar ink from the yellow cloth bag, and Mr. Shen frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Old man, don't worry, this is just a simple way to exorcise ghosts, but you may be used in a while." The young man also reached into the yellow cloth bag with his other hand and took out a bundle of small flags wrapped in yellow cloth strips. When Mr. Shen looked at the small flag, he instantly understood what the young man was going to do.

"What do you want me to do?" Old Shen squinted his eyes and looked at the guy in the young man's hand, and couldn't help but be curious about how many skills this kid still has not taken out.

"It's very simple. You just need to find me a peach wood stick. It's a little stronger, half of your height, and it's a little shorter." After counting the flags and making sure there was nothing missing, he walked around the temple with the flags and the box of cinnabar ink, as if looking for a place.

Mr. Shen didn't stay for too long, for fear that it would affect the young people, so he quietly stepped out and asked Mr. Huijue where there were peach trees. The old abbot couldn't explain it clearly for a moment, so he took Mr. Shen to the place where there were peach trees.

There is really a place in Bangkok where peach trees are planted, not in public places, but in a house. The old abbot took Mr. Shen to the door of the house: "Donor Shen, this is here, but if you want peach trees, you need to be brave. But seeing how you are, I'd better go in and ask for it." As he said that, the old abbot was about to knock on the door.

"Hey, wait, why don't I understand what you said? Let's go in and ask for the peach wood to fight and kill?" Old Shen grabbed the old abbot's cassock, his face full of confusion.

"Uh, this is not, it's just that the owner of this family has some skills. I'm afraid that after you go in, you will..." The old abbot said in embarrassment. Obviously, he had been in before and had also worked with the owner of this family.

"What can I do? Is he a Gu master, a Buddhist master, a surrender master, or a evil way?" The old abbot Huijue's words aroused Mr. Shen's curiosity. He was increasingly wondering how capable the people here are, and he had to push the door with his hand.

"Hey, wait..." Abbot Huijue was thinking about reaching out to stop Mr. Shen, but who knew that Mr. Shen's hand was faster than him, so he slapped the door with a palm. The door was not locked, and the door was opened with a bang. Mr. Shen saw that there was no one in the yard, so he raised his legs and walked over the threshold into the yard.

"It's a bad thing." Abbot Huijue shook his hands and hurried into the yard, afraid that Mr. Shen would have another good intention.

"There is nothing, look at it." Old Shen stood in the yard and walked around a few times, indicating that there was no problem here.

The yard is a standard courtyard. As for why it is available here, it is unknown. All the doors in the yard are closed. Judging from the appearance of the yard, it is indeed inhabited. The only plant in this yard is the peach tree in the middle of the yard. Although the season has passed, it still has charming beauty.

"Amitabha, the Buddha is merciful and donor, how can you be so reckless? You have to knock on the door first when you enter someone's door." Abbot Huijue folded his hands together and bowed three times to the west.

"Okay, there are so many rules." Mr. Shen walked to the only peach tree in the yard and wanted to reach out to fold a peach tree, but his hand stopped in the air. "It seems a bit unauthentic if you don't say it."

"Hey, who, I don't know your surname and name, I just called you that. What, I'll disturb you today. Come here to fold a peach wood. I'm in urgent need of it. I hope you can give it a convenience." Mr. Shen bowed around and then reached out to fold the peach wood.

Who knew that as soon as Old Hand Shen touched the peach wood, a sound of breaking through the air sounded in the air. Old Mr. Shen had a sharp ear and his hand quickly retreated.

As soon as the hand left the peach wood, a cold light flashed before Old Shen's eyes. If Old Shen slapped his hand slowly, the hand and arm would be separated.

"Who is here?" Old Shen blurted out his words, and his eyes glanced around, trying to find out where the cold light just now came from.

"Haha, you broke into my house and broke my peach wood. What's your intention?" A voice that was neither male nor female came from the air. Old Shen frowned after hearing it.

"I dare to ask who the hero is." Old Shen took a few steps back and pulled out a dagger from his back. The dagger was exactly the same as what Xinhao took.

"It's useless to get a dagger, huh?" The man's tone was clearly confused, "Who gave it to you that dagger in your hand?"

"This dagger is given to me by that person, and I hand it over to me by myself." Mr. Shen emphasized the word "hand-held".

"Is that true? It seems that I can't do anything to you today. You can go."

"Hey, this is not OK. I haven't taken the peach wood yet. I won't explain it when I go back later." Old Shen walked a few more steps towards the peach wood, wanting to fold a peach wood.

"I'm shameless." A man in red with a mask appeared in front of Mr. Shen, and he gave Mr. Shen a mouth with his backhand, which made Mr. Shen turn around in the same place.

Mr. Shen was stunned for a moment. He was beaten a lot when he was a child, but he never slapped in the face. Not to mention now, except for that person, none of the remaining people dared to beat him unless he was really fine and wanted to find trouble.

"How do you hit someone?" Old Shen covered his face, and the hot pain that was beaten was slowly swollen. Old Shen was determined to slap the man in red wearing a mask, but he was afraid that his face on the other side would also swollen. He didn't want to go back and be laughed at by the old ghost in Long.

"You are the ones who beat you and let you go. Why are you still here and you still have to break a piece of peach wood to take it away?" The man in red spoke a little like a little girl.

"Yes, old man, I'm useful, I'm going to save people." Mr. Shen had to tell the truth from beginning to end to end. After hearing this, the man in red nodded: "So that's the case, but my peach tree is very precious. You have to use something to exchange it for equal amount."

"Exchange?" Mr. Shen didn't understand, what's good about a broken peach tree?

"Yes, but there is nothing you can exchange with me in this way. Let's do this. I will sign an agreement with you. Seventeen years later, whether you or your descendants, you must come to see me again. At that time, I believe you have the ability to give me an equivalent."

"Okay...right, just, how do you sign the contract?"

"It's very simple." The man in red walked to Mr. Shen and pressed Mr. Shen's forehead with one hand. Mr. Shen felt dizzy. The dizzy feeling disappeared without lasting for long.

"Okay, I'll give this to you, hurry up and leave." The man in red gave Mr. Shen a peach wood of about the same length and disappeared from the spot.

Mr. Shen took the peach wood and touched his forehead. He felt nothing was there. He also made Abbot Huijue, who was afraid to step forward, look at the forehead without any pattern, and then he felt relieved. However, he never forgot about signing an agreement with Hongyi and kept it in his heart.

The two of them bowed a few times to the sky, then slowly retreated, closed the door gently, left the place, and headed straight for the temple.

The two of them rushed to the temple and finally arrived at the temple. When they walked into the temple, they were shocked. Mr. Shen was a little better, after all, he had seen young people doing business before, but this time this time it seemed a bit unexpected.

Abbot Huijue is different. Even though he is knowledgeable, he has never seen this before. After entering the door, he was stunned at the door.

The guy mentioned by Mr. Shen found a relatively large open space in the temple, and drew a huge pattern with cinnabar ink. Every distance, he inserted a small flag, a total of 6636 small flags. There were more or less red ropes tied to the poles of the flag, and the rope connected the thirty-six flags. The flag fluttered in the wind and rustled. Mr. Shen stood at the door and felt that the aura was different from before.

"You are back, it's not easy, but I'm just done with these things, so I'm more anxious." The young man shouted from the center of the pattern, "By the way, give me the peach stick, and let someone carry those people over, put one next to each flag, and head towards the middle of the formation."

"Oh, I understand." Mr. Shen responded loudly, turned his head and asked Abbot Huijue to direct the monks to start transporting the patients who were infected.

Everyone was raising firewood and the flames were high. In less than a while, the thirty couples were all settled. The young man took the peach wood and asked everyone to leave. He stood in the formation and muttered something. At the same time, he drew his hands on the peach wood, not knowing what he was doing.

For about five minutes, the young man stopped his work and began to walk around the formation, muttering something while walking. The circle he started walking was very small, and the circle became bigger and bigger, and finally walked to the outermost circle. Every time he walked closer to a person's head, the peach wood stick would gently tap the person's forehead, making it weak, but the man looked in pain. After the young man walked three times, the more than thirty mouths shouted at the same time, and a stream of black gas rushed out of their mouths and condensed in the air.

"You are bold, dare to be so arrogant and dare to harm human life. The way of heaven will not tolerate you." The young man pointed his toes and suddenly entered the air and stopped steadily in the air.

"Look at the beat." The young man swung the peach wood stick and started to suck the black gas. The black gas was crying and howling. The young man ignored it and then beat it. He watched the black gas become lighter and lighter, and finally disappeared.

"Hu" the young man fell steadily from the air to the ground, rubbed the sweat beads on his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You guy is doing a good job." Mr. Shen saw that the young man had finished his business, so he dared to walk up to him, patted him on the shoulder, and praised him for a few words.

"Hehe, a small matter, these people have basically been cured. Just send them to the hospital for rest. However, this time, the infestation will cause some damage to their bodies, and may leave different degrees of harm. This is inevitable and inevitable." The young man scratched his head and said jokingly.

"I know this, but it's better to have nothing to do. It's better than being unconscious here." Mr. Shen turned around, called the hospital, called an ambulance, and sent more than 30 holes to the hospital.

The man was saved, but the matter was not resolved. It was a coincidence that the little novice monk who had just gone out to buy Hongbaixiang ran back in a big bag with a big bag. It turned out that he had just run around all the nearby Buddhist supplies stores and bought all the Hongbaixiang, which made the owner of the store keep suspicious: "What do you want to do if this kid buys so much?"

"It's just right here. Clean up the place. Don't move this formation within five years. After cleaning it, put all the red cypress incense in all places in this temple where you can incense." The young man explained, turned around and left.
Chapter completed!