The old woman asked with a gossipy look in her eyes.
"I wonder...Master Yue?"
"Master passed away years ago."
Although the old woman had heard the rumors a long time ago, but they were not confirmed, now that she had confirmed the news with her own ears, her curiosity was still somewhat satisfied, and she felt a little bit regretful.
Alas, such a eloquent old monk was just gone.
she continued to ask.
"Why is the young master alone here?"
"Senior brother has left Chang'an to travel, and the date of return has not yet been determined!"
"ah."
The old woman felt disappointed again. It was not that she was reluctant to part with Dialectics, but that the old monk was gone and Dialectics had also left. She was a little disappointed because she lost two people who could chat with her and enlighten her.
Ye Yuan also saw her thoughts and asked proactively.
"I wonder what troubles the donor has?"
Although the old woman didn't quite believe in Ye Yuan's business ability, she still sighed when she thought of her own situation.
"Hey, little master, don't look at how energetic I am now. In fact, my health is very poor. My eyes can't see clearly..."
Ye Yuan complained silently: You just identified who I am from five meters away. Your eyesight is not good. How can you let people who can't see clearly without glasses live?
When the old woman saw that Ye Yuan did not say anything to comfort her, she felt a little unhappy.
Xin thought: Sure enough, the professional ability of this little monk Bianji is not as good as Master Daoyue and the little monk Bianji, but they are not here, so let’s make do with it for the time being.
Although the old woman felt unhappy, she continued.
"...When I was young...now I can't walk ten miles...every time the weather changes, my whole body aches..."
In the old woman's expectant eyes, Ye Yuan remained unmoved, still showing no intention of comforting her.
Just when the old woman was doubting her life, Ye Yuan finally spoke.
"Donor, please let me take your pulse, little monk."
Hearing this, the old woman's unhappiness disappeared, but this little monk's medical skills...are they guaranteed?
Thinking of this, she asked suspiciously.
"Little master, you have medical skills!"
Ye Yuan still had the faint smile on his face and said confidently.
"Donor, I think you have also visited a medical clinic and you will know after comparing them."
The old woman somewhat believed it.
Then, she suddenly laughed and asked.
"Oh, I believe in the little master, but my family is poor and has no money."
Ye Yuan shook his head helplessly. This was a lie. Just her new clothes cost a lot of money.
With such a net worth in this slum-like street, he is definitely a rich man.
However, Ye Yuan does not treat people for money, so he doesn't care much about her philistineness.
Besides, this old woman is a devout believer and contributes a lot of copper coins to the merit box every year.
So, everything is worth it.
"Donor, it is what a monk should do to help Buddhist disciples solve their problems. How can we talk about money?"
Can have sex for free.
In this case, the old woman felt relieved and handed over her hand.
Ye Yuan gently touched his right hand, and his pulse...
For a practitioner, it is too inefficient to look at Mao's pulse.
Ye Yuan's magic power traveled around the old woman's body and discovered the problem.
In the early stage of cataract, the moisture in the body is extremely serious. If left untreated, it will lead to rheumatoid arthritis, insufficient blood supply to the heart, and cold hands and feet...
There are also some geriatric diseases, which are inevitable problems after the body ages.
Ye Yuan recounted the illness to the old woman, and every point was correct.
During this process, the old woman kept nodding her head, going from being dubious to convinced.
Even after Ye Yuan finished speaking, she quickly lowered her profile and complimented him repeatedly.
"It's amazing. My little master is really a miracle doctor. Everything is correct, and there are many things that the doctor in the medical clinic didn't see."
"Little master, please treat me quickly. The medicine prescribed by the hospital is expensive, but after taking a few doses, the effect is really mediocre."
Ye Yuan still had a gentle smile on his face, and was not moved by some words of praise.
I really thought he was an ignorant little monk who didn't know the world. The old woman's calculations were like a mirror. Otherwise, how could I have taught the dialectic that the human heart is sinister?
However, these are not important.
Ye Yuan took out a porcelain bottle and said.
"Those are ordinary medicines in the world, and the effects are naturally a little slow."
The old woman understood what Ye Yuan meant and asked curiously.
"Little master, do you have different medicines?"
Ye Yuan nodded and introduced.
"Well, the pills here were enshrined in front of the Buddha. With the blessing of the Buddha, their efficacy is doubled and they can alleviate the suffering of the donor."
"Ah, thank you so much, little master."
As the old woman spoke, she went to "get" the porcelain bottle in Ye Yuan's hand without any politeness.
But the embarrassing thing is that she can't "take it".
Of course, the old woman doesn't feel embarrassed. Her face has been tempered for a long time and is thick-skinned.
"Little Master, didn't you say you don't want any money?"
Ye Yuan shook his head helplessly and explained.
"The donor misunderstood. No money is required. However, the donor's body...two pills are enough."
Ye Yuan uncorked the bottle, shook the bottle gently, and signaled the old woman to continue.
After pouring only two pills, Ye Yuan capped the porcelain bottle again.
The old woman smelled the small black pill, and it did have a hint of sandalwood aroma. She must have been worshiping it in front of the Buddha for some time.
She smelled it gently again and felt relaxed and comfortable.
Really effective!
The old woman's eyes suddenly shone, and she stared closely at the porcelain bottle in Ye Yuan's hand, pleading even further.
"Little master, my body..."
How could Ye Yuan not know her little thoughts? He put away the porcelain vase, remained silent and continued to knock the wooden fish.
"Dong...dong..."
The ethereal sound of wooden fish has a strange magical power.
The old woman who was close at hand was the first to be affected. The greed in her heart was greatly reduced, and she also felt a deep sense of guilt for the previous calculation.
Under the influence of this emotion, she generously took out a dozen copper coins and stuffed them into the merit box.
The old lady who had nothing to lose had not escaped from "losing money to eliminate disaster" after all.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After walking out of the temple, the old woman returned to normal. Her old face was completely black. She touched the cloth and found that there was no penny left.
"Why are you so obsessed with lard?"
Two days later, the old woman came again. This time, her face was radiant, her eyes were clear, and her body was completely healed.
Most importantly, she brought a large number of neighbors.
In this way, Ye Yuan used free clinics to solve the problems of all believers.
This is his plan.
Instead of looking for the task target, it is better to let the task target find it by itself.
It can save a lot of things!
A month later, as expected, the name Bianji spread throughout Chang'an City.
Almost everyone knows that there is a young miracle doctor named Bianji in the Bodhi Temple near the "slums" of Chang'an.
The most amazing thing is that he can use the power of gods and Buddhas as medicine to easily cure many difficult and complicated diseases that cannot be cured by ordinary medicine, with remarkable results.
Since then, there has been an endless stream of people coming to Bodhi Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, making this small temple overcrowded.
For this reason, Ye Yuan even had to limit the number of people entering the temple, which shows the popularity of incense.
Ye Yuan's expenses for such free clinics and medication became very high.
Fortunately, the harvest is greater.
Ye Yuan gained a massive amount of power of faith. As for where the power of faith came from?
Well...
Now that people are plotting against him and the two sides have become mortal enemies, Ye Yuan will naturally show no mercy. He directly robs Bodhi Temple of all the power of faith.
Use the Qiankun Ding.
After all, you can't rob it with ordinary means. Even if you rob it, you can't use it.
In fact, the gain is not only the power of faith.
Also, most of the believers who came to fulfill their vows after their illnesses were cured voluntarily donated money, and the amount was more than enough to buy medicine.
Of course, there were many copper coins containing special powers in the merit box, and they were all melted into little girl's bracelet by Ye Yuan.
Therefore, the level of the "Twenty-Four Heavens" continues to rise, and now it has been completely transformed and has become a powerful magic weapon.
It brought joy to the little girl, and her laughter as clear as silver bells never stopped.