"Can't you tell that this little benefactor has studied Buddhism?" The old monk looked down at Chen Jinyuan and said with an approving smile.om
A smile flashed across Chen Jinyuan's lips, "Thank you so much, Master, for the compliment. It's just a joke, and Master made me laugh!"
The old monk shook his head gently, without comment, turned to the kneeling crowd and said, "You all, get up."
"Hey, did this old monk get here by fraud?" Lin Yilian poked Chen Jinyuan in the waist and asked the enemy.
"I didn't get it by cheating..." Chen Jinyuan whispered.
"What? You didn't get it by cheating?" Lin Yilian was a little confused. Although she couldn't detect the tricks of this group of people with her eyesight, she couldn't feel any internal fluctuations in the old monk. He was just an ordinary person.
, How can an ordinary person be able to fly and still be worshiped and admired by so many people, so he has such doubts.
"...I didn't get it because I was tricked!" Chen Jinyuan curled his lips.
"You guy, you're half-talking, huh!" Lin Yilian rolled her eyes at Chen Jinyuan, then looked at the old monk, feeling somewhat confident in her heart.
"Please help the Archmage!"
At this time, an extremely thin man, who looked like a middle-aged man who had overdosed on marijuana, rushed out of the crowd and tremblingly knelt in front of the elevated structure.
"Why kneel down?" The old monk sat down on the elevated platform, looking like an old monk in meditation. He squinted his eyes and looked down at the middle-aged man kneeling under the stage, his voice was slow, like he was moaning.
"Disciple Lou Haitao is a resident of Qingsheng Town. He contracted a strange disease years ago. His whole body was in unbearable pain, like needles and knives pricking him. No medicine or stone could cure it. My disciple was originally a fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms. In less than a year, he became a fat man.
Seeing this appearance, today I learned that the Archmage was visiting the pilgrimage town, and I came here specifically to pay my respects. I hope that the Archmage will give me divine water to save my disciples from suffering. The disciples will burn incense and pray every day to remember the merits of the Archmage." Wen De Lao said.
When the monk asked the question, the disciple immediately burst into tears and began to cry.
"Wow, this is so pitiful!"
"It's o, it's o, it's so pitiful!"
... After listening to the middle-aged man's cry, everyone around him showed sympathetic expressions. It is easy for humans to feel sympathy for the weak.
"Yes!" The old monk nodded slightly, leaned over and said to the middle-aged man, "I, the Buddha, are merciful. Please come forward and I will give you a drop of divine water!"
The surroundings suddenly became noisy. Everyone looked at the middle-aged man, and the expressions of sympathy on their faces instantly turned into envy. Everyone sighed at the middle-aged man's good luck for getting the divine water so easily.
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The middle-aged man was also overjoyed. He quickly took a few steps forward, knelt down in front of the shelf, and the old monk took the porcelain bottle from his hand and was about to administer the divine water.
"Wait!"
A shout interrupted the old monk's movements, and all the eyes of the audience were cast in the direction where Chen Jinyuan was standing.
Chen Jinyuan turned his head and couldn't help sweating on his forehead. Lin Yilian came out with an angry face and walked towards the middle-aged man.
"Who are you?" The old monk frowned and looked a little unkind.
"It doesn't matter who I am, but I can't bear to see you cheating here!" Lin Yilian spoke fiercely, pointing out that the old monk cheated.
"Bold, the woman from there actually dares to question the great master's Buddhist power!" After hearing what Lin Yilian said, a young monk next to the elevated road immediately pointed at Lin Yilian and yelled.
Not only that, all the people present started making noises, and without exception, they all pointed at Lin Yilian and spat disdainfully, and some even cursed. If Lin Yilian was not a womanizer, many people would have come up to take action. He raised his hand.
Chen Jinyuan's brows knitted together as he heard this, and he cursed in his heart that this woman didn't understand the accident and rushed forward so recklessly. It would be strange if she wasn't criticized verbally by this group of loyal believers.
The old monk stroked his hand, silenced the noisy crowd, and said to Lin Yilian, who was blushing under the elevated platform, "Female donor, you said that this mage cheated you, do you have proof?"
"Hmph!" Lin Yilian shouted coldly and gritted her teeth, "Don't try to trick these people here. Isn't this person sick? I can cure him!"
"She said she can cure it, so brag!"
"It's just that no matter how many doctors I went to, they couldn't cure it. She, a female prostitute, dared to say that she could cure it!"
"That's right. It's really ridiculous. Only an archmage can cure this strange disease!"
... As soon as Lin Yilian finished speaking, the audience immediately became noisy again. Everyone was talking at once, pointing at Lin Yilian, making cold remarks, and looking at her with disdain. Almost everyone thought that Lin Yilian had a mental problem.
"Huh, don't believe it, I'll try it for you right away!" Faced with the doubts from the crowd, Lin Yilian became a little angry. In her eyes, these were just a group of ignorant villagers who were bewitched.
"Okay, female donor, give it a try!" Surprisingly, the old monk didn't seem worried about Lin Yilian's disruption, but readily agreed, which surprised even Chen Jinyuan.
Lin Yilian turned her head angrily and said to Chen Jinyuan, "Chen Jinyuan, lend me a pair of silver needles!"
Whoosh!
Everyone's eyes were uniformly directed towards Chen Jinyuan. With Lin Yilian's words, Chen Jinyuan immediately became the focus again. Everyone was gritting their teeth. In their eyes, Chen Jinyuan was deliberately causing trouble.
Chen Jinyuan had no choice but to turn his right hand, took out a pair of silver needles, and walked towards Lin Yilian with Daozhi and Man Ling'er.
"Sister Lian, can you do it?" Man Ling'er was a little worried. If not, I'm afraid they would be expelled immediately by this mob.
Lin Yilian took the silver needle from Chen Jinyuan's hand without comment. Chen Jinyuan said, "Don't underestimate your sister Lian. She is a disciple of Baihua Valley, and one of her uncles is known as the Medical Immortal."
Somehow, at this moment, Chen Jinyuan thought of Murong Ming again.
"Really?" Man Ling'er looked at Lin Yilian with twinkling eyes. After Chen Jinyuan said this, the expression on her face was obviously much more relieved.
"Haha, even if she can't do it, we still have a great player here!" Pirate Zhi chuckled, obviously talking about Chen Jinyuan.
Chen Jinyuan rolled his eyes at Daozhi, but he did not deny it. With his current medical skills, it can be said that he is definitely the top existence in the apricot forest. What Daozhi said is not false at all.
"Where do you feel pain?" As she spoke, Lin Yilian had already started diagnosis and treatment.
"I...my whole body hurts!" The middle-aged man stood up tremblingly, and the sweat on his forehead proved that he was in great pain.
After some questioning, Lin Yilian frowned and seemed a little difficult to deal with.
"How about it, girl, can you cure it? If not, let the Archmage cure it for me!" The middle-aged man's thin face was tangled, and he looked at Lin Yilian with eyes that seemed to be expecting and begging.