Even after two days, the faint sound of vomiting can still be heard in the village from time to time.
There was no way, the scene that night shocked everyone's nerves.
The ground was covered with carrion, rotten flesh, and crawling maggots.
There are thick bones, covered with blood, and there is a stench.
I believe that in the next period of time, there will be no trace of meat in their dishes.
As for the Earth Temple?
No longer exists.
It had already been razed to the ground by then.
In order to express their gratitude, many villagers want to build a Buddha temple in the east end of the village to worship the Buddha.
But this matter was temporarily stopped due to the obstruction of the elders of the Qin clan.
Why do you say temporary?
Because since last night, Mr. Qin has gone crazy.
He often runs to the ruins of the Earth Temple on the mountain when no one is paying attention.
Every time I have to kowtow a hundred times before I come down.
Even my family can't stop me.
He was still shouting that the landowner fell asleep at night.
Today I came to fulfill my wish.
Anyone with eyesight knows that this old guy is really crazy.
Naturally no one has any trust in him at this time.
Qinzhuang, Yuelai Inn.
Old man Zheng was very proud.
Previously, Mr. Qin led people to rob people in his inn.
At that time, those people also angrily cursed Zhengjia Inn as the disaster star of Qinzhuang.
If the landlord really left, he would destroy the inn.
The elder of the Qin clan even came to the house the next day to ridicule him.
It seems now that many people understand that they were the ones who were obsessed with it at that time.
So when I saw Old Man Zheng, I would avoid walking.
"Amitabha."
Old man Zheng walked around the village early in the morning. As soon as he returned to the inn, he met Master Xinguang and other monks.
"Amitabha, Amitabha."
"Masters...are you waiting for me?"
Old Man Zheng looked at several people carrying bags on their backs, as if they were waiting for him to come back.
"Donor Zheng, fate comes and goes, and it's time for me to leave."
Master Xinguang smiled and bowed.
Hearing this, Old Man Zheng was shocked: "Masters, why don't you stay for two more days?"
"Although this Qinzhuang is poor, there are a few delicacies that are quite outstanding. It won't be too late for me to show off all the dishes and wait for the masters to taste them before leaving."
When they heard about the delicious food, Li Sao and Agua were filled with excitement.
But Li Chen shook his head: "Amitabha."
"I appreciate Donor Zheng's kindness."
"If I have the chance, I will come to Qinzhuang again and taste the benefactor's craftsmanship."
Old Man Zheng is very good at observing words and expressions. In the past few days, he has learned that all the monks in the group regard Li Chen as their most respected person.
Seeing the other party talking at this time, I already knew in my heart that it was useless to try to stay.
However, he still had something on his mind and didn't know how to say it.
But it was Monk Yehui who saw the hesitation on his face, so he asked: "Donor Zheng, is there anything else you want to explain?"
Old Man Zheng smiled awkwardly: "I do have something else I want to ask for."
Monk Xinguang also smiled when he heard this: "Almsgiver Zheng has something to say, just say it."
"If I and a few others are within their ability, I will do my best."
When Old Man Zheng heard this, his eyes lit up, and he actually used the shameless skills he had practiced for many years in business: "Then the old man will thank all the masters here."
He couldn't help but bow directly to the monks.
It made all the monks dumbfounded.
Is this old man going to rely on the big guy?
When everyone saw his behavior, they immediately laughed and said, "Donor Zheng, please come and listen."
"Masters, wait a moment."
After saying that, he turned around and whispered a few words to the waiter.
Soon the waiter ran away in a hurry.
Not long after, Mrs. Six hurried to the front hall with her child in her arms.
"The benefactor is leaving?"
It is said that children are a mother's favorite.
After Li Chen helped her son get rid of the evil spirit, the child recovered to health.
Even after being washed by spiritual energy, my physical condition improved a lot.
From then on, the woman called all the monks her benefactor.
"Amitabha."
"I waited for a long time to go out this time, so I have to go back earlier."
"I see."
Before the woman could say a few more words of greetings, Old Man Zheng waved his hand to signal her to put the child down.
"Yun'er, hurry up! Kowtow to the master!"
The child was also clever. He broke away from his arms in a flash and came to Li Chen. Without any explanation, he knelt down without any explanation.
"master!"
The master's shout was crisp, but it startled Li Chen.
"Amitabha."
"I can't do it, I can't do it."
Li Chen quickly leaned down and picked up the child.
This child is cute. Although he is young, he has more than a hundred tricks.
It's really lovable.
"Xiaoyun'er, are you willing to shave your head bald?"
"I do!"
His voice was milky, but his eyes were very firm.
This startled the old man next to him.
He only had this bloodline in his late teens, how could he be allowed to cut off his hair?
"Ahem."
"Master, lay disciple, lay disciple~"
Of course Li Chen knew what Old Man Zheng was thinking, but he just wanted to scare Old Man Zheng on purpose.
Seeing old man Zheng, a layer of sweat broke out on his head, and he couldn't help but feel funny in his heart.
"That's it."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and touched the child's head and said, "What a pity. If Xiao Yun'er has the qualifications to become a monk, he will have a bright future."
"Oh, I can't do it, I can't do it~"
"Hahaha."
Li Chen raised the corner of his mouth and put the child down: "Donor Zheng, the young monk certainly understands the benefactor's intention."
"It's just that the noble young master and the young monk have no master-disciple relationship~"
After saying that, he looked at the smiling monk Xinguang next to him.
Monk Xinguang kept calculating with his left hand, but his expression was unpredictable.
Seeing this, Old Man Zheng quickly ordered his son: "Yun'er, kneel down quickly before Master."
"This is your master!"
The little kid glanced at the big monk with big shoulders and round waist, and hesitated for a moment before kneeling down.
But Monk Xinguang smiled and said: "Little donor, you don't mean it sincerely."
After saying that, he helped him up and turned to look at Old Man Zheng: "Lao Na and Guizi have no master-disciple relationship."
"this……"
Old man Zheng looked disappointed.
After the Qinzhuang Earth Temple incident, he wanted his son to enter the spiritual path.
And spiritual practice emphasizes inheritance from teachers and inheritance.
In the whole world, there are no better teachers than a few monks.
Therefore, Old Man Zheng wanted his son to be named by several masters.
But looking at it now, I finally thought too much.
Doesn’t my son have the qualifications to practice?
He couldn't help but ask himself.
But Monk Xinguang smiled and said, "Donor Zheng, don't think too much."
"Young Master Zhong Ling is handsome, smart and lovely. It's not because he doesn't have the qualifications to practice, and it's because we don't want him to be his disciple."
"But he was destined to have a good teacher."
When Old Man Zheng heard this, he couldn't help but raise his head, and even his voice trembled: "Do you really mean what Master Xinguang said?!"
"Absolutely true!"
Monk Xinguang calculated with his left hand, as if he was serious, and then slowly said: "I'll just wait for him to go out early tomorrow morning."
"The first person I meet wearing a bamboo hat is his master."