Elder Huiding then sent the young apprentice with a broken leg to Elder Huineng.
After waiting for a while, Elder Huineng returned from alms at the foot of the mountain. There were countless spiritual stones and fresh fruits in the alms bowl.
He is the youngest eminent monk of the Hui generation. When he was born, he held a golden lotus petal in his hand. The outside world said that this son of Huineng Buddha was the reincarnation of the true Buddha in the upper world.
Seeing that Xiao Kong's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth and groaned in pain.
Elder Huineng lowered his eyes, stretched out his palm, and a soft golden light appeared in his palm, slowly caressing the broken leg from Xiao Kong Jian.
Wherever the soft golden light passed, Xiao Kong could see the broken leg bones and torn flesh, which were gradually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This is an extremely profound Buddhist healing technique. In the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, apart from Elder Huineng, only the ancestors with twelve precept scars have understood it.
If Xiaokong hadn't seen that the leg bones were broken into pieces, he wouldn't have asked Elder Huineng to treat him.
"Thank you very much, uncle Buddha Neng."
When Xiao Kong saw that his expression had improved, he clasped his hands together and expressed his gratitude to the young uncle in a serious manner.
Hui Neng's kind eyes and smile brightened the room.
Elder Huiding also saluted the young junior fellow apprentice to express his gratitude.
Xiao Kongjian separated his palms, lowered his head, carefully adjusted the khaki monk's robe on his body, and adjusted the long string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck. Then he stood up, bowed deeply to Elder Huineng, and raised his body, which was restored to its original state.
Short legs, ready to leave.
Suddenly, a heartbreaking pain came from the previous injury.
Xiao Kong fell to the ground with a cry of "Ouch".
A stream of black blood accompanied by a foul smell flowed out from the injured area, staining the khaki monk's robe.
Elder Huiding ignored the stench and quickly opened up his young apprentice's trousers to take a look. He saw a cloud of black air lingering around the broken part of his leg, which would not go away for a long time.
The black air seemed to be alive, like thin black snakes, twisting and rushing toward people's faces.
The wound on the broken leg was festering at a speed visible to the naked eye. It didn't take long before it spread to the upper thigh.
Half of the leg was ulcerated and bruised.
"Master!"
Xiao Kongjian finally no longer looked solemn, but had a painful and panic look on his face.
The broken leg hurt so much, it felt like it was being corroded bit by bit by poisonous potion.
Seeing that Xiaokong was covered in sweat, he wanted to grit his teeth.
"Demon energy?"
Elder Huiding was not sure and looked at Huineng.
How could the apprentice he had raised by his side since he was a child become tainted with demonic aura?
Even if he is contaminated with demonic energy, how can he act normally in this temple?
There are Buddha statues everywhere in this temple, and Buddhist ritual instruments that have been illuminated are everywhere.
Regardless of Buddha statues and Buddhist instruments, the beads hanging on the bodies of Buddhist disciples can also make the evil spirit invisible.
Elder Huineng took off the Buddhist beads from his wrist and approached the group of ferocious black air.
The golden light flashed on the Buddha beads.
The black energy quickly retreated, and the arrogance suddenly disappeared, but it never went away.
The black energy was like a spark of fire, as if as soon as the Buddha's light retreated, it would start a prairie fire again and engulf the little Buddha whole.
Hui Ding and Hui Neng's eyes met. Elder Hui Ding suddenly raised his right palm and slashed it with a golden light.
Xiaokong saw that his legs were instantly cut off and he was bleeding profusely. He fainted from the pain and fell to the ground.
The black energy in his body is no longer there, so there is nothing wrong with Elder Huineng using Buddha beads to approach him again.
Buddhist methods are no longer applicable to Xiao Kongjian’s broken leg treatment.
The two Buddhist elders sent Xiao Kongjian, who was unconscious, to An Qingli of the Daoist Sect to ask her for the elixir.
Huiding explained his intention, and Huineng handed the newly obtained spirit stone to An Qingli.
"how so?"
Ji Xiaopeng looked anxious.
He knew that Xiao Kongjian had been having bad luck recently, but he didn't expect that he would have such bad luck.
The trouser legs were empty and both legs were gone.
Moreover, I heard from the young monk who just delivered the meal that if Xiao Kongjian hadn’t leaned back when the rock fell, the falling rock would have hit Xiao Kongjian’s head directly.
Is it okay to hit it on the head?
At that time, I am afraid that I will have to use the ninth-grade soul-reviving pill refined by Grandmaster Mu Sheng to recall my soul and survive.
An Qingli handed over a sixth-grade bone-retaining pill and put it into Xiao Kongjian's mouth.
Little Pegasus said that Xiao Kong's head was full of black air, and his death was probably near.
The leaves of the Bodhi tree outside the house are getting greener and greener.
Xiao Kong saw that the amputated legs slowly grew back.
Huineng held Xiao Kongjian in his arms and waited for a long time. He was relieved when he saw that the broken leg was no longer festering and emitting black gas.
Xiaokong saw Youyou and woke up.
"Are you feeling better?" Ji Xiaopeng held his hand and asked with concern.
The tiger and leopard cat lay on Ji Xiaopeng's shoulder and gave a gentle "meow". It also liked the little monk who bought it dried spiritual fish.
Seeing the weakness, Xiaokong nodded: "It's better."
"Why are you so unlucky?" Ji Xiaopeng sighed heavily and said hurriedly, "People can be hit in the meditation room! Stop talking about letting nature take its course and resigning yourself to fate. If your life is gone, you will lose everything. Hurry up.
Let your masters and uncles give you methods to drive away the bad luck from you!"
An Qingli remained calm and called the little Lingxi, asking him to open his Lingxi eyes and take a good look at the little Buddha.
Such bad luck, even if it involves cause and effect, is probably because of people like them, and it is also very likely that the Bodhi tree is involved.
The fifth-level little Lingxi opened his Lingxi eyes, but still couldn't see any clues, so he could only shake his head with regret.
Xiaojintan is a sacred tree, a plant that can communicate and open up spiritual wisdom.
Moreover, the bodhi tree outside the house has lived for thousands of years and is a sacred tree. It should have opened up spiritual wisdom long ago.
For example, the little Jin Tan, the moment it breaks out of its shell and is unearthed, spiritual intelligence is generated.
"You really want me to try?"
Xiao Jintan asked An Qingli. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that once he sensed it, his identity as a divine plant would be revealed. And being so close, An Qingli, the owner of the contract, would also be exposed.
Who knows if this Bodhi Tree, with its strict mouth, will tell these secrets to those Buddhist cultivators.
There are not all good things in Buddhism, otherwise the Bodhi tree would not have been struck by lightning and suffered the wrath of thunder.
An Qingli asked calmly: "Among your gods, are there any with evil intentions?"
Xiao Jintan said proudly: "Of course not! We are gods. We were influenced by boundless Buddhist teachings in our previous lives. How could we have evil thoughts? At most, we are just a little cautious." For example.
"Then why does this bodhi tree still have traces of being struck by lightning?" An Qingli asked, "Thunder punishment?"
Xiao Jintan frowned his golden brows and said: "Where in the world is the true pure land? There are scum in Taoism, and it is equally normal to have scum in Buddhism. People have greed and fear. Look at the ancestor of the Huayan Sect who is crossing the tribulation.
After practicing Taoism for thousands of years, but when there is no hope of further advancement, don’t you also want to have a child?”
An Qingli also agrees with this principle. It does not mean that those who practice Buddhism are necessarily good, nor does it mean that those who practice demons will be condemned to the extreme evil. It is just that the vast majority of Buddhists are good, and many who cultivate demons are unscrupulous.
Xiao Jintan snorted, and thinking about the discussion about Xiao Kongjian's origin a few days ago, he guessed: "It's not safe, that Xiao Kongjian is the child of a certain Buddhist monk, and he used some dishonorable means to get it."