Here is a small platform with a pavilion. If you look carefully, you will find that on the edge of the cliff, with sandalwood curling up, there is actually a Bodhisattva. No, to be more precise, it is a stone tablet with carved words. Suddenly, the old monk was frightened.
He jumped so hard that he almost threw away the broom in his hand.
If you look closely, you will see a child staring at you. His eyes are like the water of a pool of death.
"Little donor, why are you here? Where are you adults?" When the old monk saw clearly that there was only a child in front of him, his heart calmed down.
It's just dawn now and it's quiet. It's hard to avoid being startled when you suddenly see someone.
"Were you scared just now?" The voice was cold and ethereal.[
"Amitabha, this is human nature. In the nearly 40 years that Lao Nasao has been here, he has never seen a donor offering incense at this time." In this place, it would take an ordinary person an hour or two to climb up. Naturally, no one would be like this.
Show up early.
"I'm not here to offer incense, I'm a ghost. A lonely ghost."
"Ghosts are also humans, and humans are also ghosts."
"Monk, then you can be a ghost and accompany me."
"Isn't Lao Na accompanying you now?"
"..." It's boring.
There was coldness and cruelty in Xiaobao's eyes. He couldn't calm down all night, but he became even more frantic.
He turned around and wanted to leave.
The old monk called out the Dharma again, "Little donor, open your mind and you can see the sun and the moon."
Xiaobao's eyes narrowed, he pursed his lips and did not look back.
The figure flashed, and the person was already several feet away.
When I took another look, there was no trace...
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Xiaobao returned to the palace again.
When he arrived at the side courtyard, he met Murong Jing.
Murong Jing looked back and looked at him calmly.
In the past, the two of them had relied on each other, fought against each other, and had tit-for-tat confrontations.
"Master Huangfu, I'm here to deliver medicine to you." Murong Jing ordered people to deliver tonics. Naturally, he had already checked to see what kind of medicines these were. They were for replenishing blood and qi. As a very smart person, he naturally guessed that Cui
What is the medicine that the miracle doctor refers to? At present, he is asking for help from others, and it is not an exaggeration to say a little bit.
Xiaobao did not drink the medicine, but just stared at Murong Jing. Slowly, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "You have been here for a long time? One night?" [