The lama raised his eyebrows and turned his attention to Dharma King Dropu. When he saw his chin taper, he walked up to Xu Qing with a scroll in hand and unfolded the scroll in his hand. On the painting was a young woman wearing white casual clothes, holding an orchid with her fingertips.
A camellia, with a hint of an angry smile at the corner of her mouth. The woman in the painting has a beautiful appearance, but there is a shocking point. She turned out to be bald. I don’t know which artist died.
The teacher's painter created such a picture of thunder rolling from the sky?
Xu Qing took a breath and focused his eyes on the face of the person in the painting. In fact, he had just roughly scanned the portrait with his perspective eyes. It looked very much like Huang Pulan. Now he looked more closely. The woman in the painting was clearly Huang Pulan.
Huang Pulan, I don’t know where these lamas got a portrait of Huang Pulan, and they deliberately disfigured her and made her bald!
The lama holding the portrait asked in a low voice: "Donor, have you seen this woman?" He asked in a formulaic manner without any expression on his face. He couldn't remember how many people he had asked over the years, and the answers were almost the same each time.
, Occasionally, there are a few people who say a few more words with wrong ideas. The second question is to determine the authenticity.
Xu Qing hesitated for a few seconds and then asked: "Why should she be painted bald?" He decided not to consider his own safety for the time being, but to find out the origin of the portrait first and try to delay as much time as possible.
There was a hint of disdain on the lama's face, and he said in blunt Chinese: "Donor, this is not your concern. You only need to answer whether you have seen the person in the painting."
Xu Qing said thoughtfully: "I have seen more than one of these women." Huang Pu Lan and Huang Pu Rou are twin sisters. Their faces are exactly carved from the same mold. As for the difference, it is very secret. As long as they sleep
You won't know until you pass one.
There was a trace of sullenness on the lama's face, and he said coldly: "Almsgiver, monks don't lie, and even non-monks must be honest." After saying that, he retracted his palm to take back the scroll. The young man in front of him was very cunning. What do you mean?
There’s more than one? It’s obviously a deliberate entertainment.
"Wait a minute!" A palm stretched out horizontally to block the lama's movement of retracting the scroll. The smiling Dharma King Zhuopu stepped in front of Xu Qing, leaned down and asked: "Little donor, you said you have seen paintings.
Why are there more than one woman?"
Xu Qing rolled his eyes at the lama holding the scroll, turned his head towards King Dropu, and whispered: "I have seen the women in the portrait. They are not bald, but twin sisters. If you don't believe it, there is nothing I can do."
Dharma King Zhuopu was shocked. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Xu Qing's left shoulder. His eyes widened and he asked loudly: "What are their names?"
Xu Qing felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder, and he opened his mouth to let out a cry of pain. Only when the Dharma King Zhuopu heard the sound did he realize that he had lost his composure. He hurriedly released his palm and said with an apologetic look: "I'm sorry, I was reckless. Please forgive me."
Don’t blame the donor.”
Xu Qing raised his hand to rub his sore shoulders, with a hint of resentment on his face, and murmured: "The two sisters are both named Huangpu, and they look very similar to the people in the painting, but they definitely don't have shaved heads.
, I can guarantee this.”
Dharma King Zhuopu stayed for two seconds, then a look of ecstasy suddenly appeared on his face. He raised his head and laughed loudly: "Hahaha! Sure enough, they found it. I finally found it, hahaha..."
The Dharma King threw his head back and laughed wildly. The excited laughter was as violent as a liger in heat. It made Xu Qing's eardrums buzz. At the same time, he was even more sure that the Dharma King in front of him was mercifully saving people. There must be an ulterior reason for doing so.
destination.
The laughter lasted for a full two minutes. King Zhuopu suddenly stopped talking. He glanced at Xu Qing, who kept shaking his head, and asked with a smile: "Little donor, it seems that you still have some friendship with Sister Huangpu. Can you tell me?"
Where do they live?"
Xu Qing sighed with a depressed look on his face and said: "His Holiness, don't you want to help me heal my wounds? Can we wait until the treatment of the Huangpu sisters to discuss the matter?"
Dharma King Zhuopu nodded and said: "Yes, I will tell you the truth, it will take at least two days to completely heal your internal injuries. I have asked people to arrange a meditation room for your relatives and friends who are coming with you. It should be completely cured within two days."
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Xu Qing hesitated for a moment and said in a deep voice: "Okay, then we will stay here for two days. I want to ask, will you still treat my injuries today?"
Dharma King Zhuopu shook his head and said: "I have spent too much on treating the first six people. I am afraid that I will not be able to heal the little donor today. I will only wait until tomorrow morning and do my best to heal you. Please forgive me."
Xu Qing had long known that the other party would try to shirk the blame, but there was nothing he could do. Now that his life was still in someone else's hands, the top priority was to find a way to inform Wang Chao. At least having Lao Hanba by his side would give him a sense of security.
Zuo calmly nodded and said: "Okay, thank you for your hard work. This injury has been there for a while, so there is no rush. However, if you want to know the specific situation of Sister Huangpu, you have to wait until my injury recovers. You can call someone now."
Send me to rest, and you should also rest early."
Dharma King Zhuopu gestured to the lama beside him and whispered: "Take the little benefactor to the north monastery to rest. If you need anything, you must try your best to meet your needs. Do you understand?"
The lama nodded in agreement, walked quickly forward, carried Xu Qing on his back, and walked out of the hall. Only Dharma King Zhuopu was left in the huge Buddhist hall. However, he did not feel bored because the surprise that the Chinese young man had brought to him today had already been
Enough.
Dharma King Zhuopu picked up nine sticks of incense from the incense table and lit it. He divided it into three sticks and put them into the incense burner at the foot of the three Buddha statues. He muttered a few Buddha's names in a low voice and murmured in a low voice: "Disciple Zhuo
Pu has thanked the Buddha, and if he can successfully obtain the inner elixir of transforming dragons and the true heart of pure wisdom, his disciples will reshape the golden body for my Buddha..."
The Buddha must not hear Zhuopu making a wish, otherwise he will definitely strike him with a thunderbolt. He stood in front of the Buddha and swore a wish, but what he did was outrageous. From the moment he decided to take the Hualong Neidan, his body
The demonic spirit inside has silently swallowed up the Buddhist spirit, leaving not even the slightest bit of dregs left.
Zhuopu no longer cares. Others are making devout vows in front of the Buddha statue, chanting various sutras and swearing, but secretly thinking about how to find out the news about the Huangpu sisters from the Chinese young man, and then take the opportunity to help him heal his wounds.
For the inner elixir of dragon transformation, as for the relatives and friends he brought with him, he had to find a proper way to make them evaporate.
The chanting in his mouth was a Buddhist sutra, and the devil's heart was hidden in his belly. The golden eyes of Drokpu Dharma King glanced at the three Buddha statues one by one, and a sharp red light inadvertently flashed in his eyes.