On the sixteenth day, with the cheers of the townspeople, the scabby monk returned.
Wang Xu and Fahai ran out and saw that the leprous monk's right arm was empty and there were blood stains on the monk's robe. It seemed that the trip was not going well.
"master!"
Fahai hurriedly ran over, held the leprous monk's left arm, and looked blankly at the sleeve on the right side: "Your arm?"
"The body is just a skin, it doesn't matter."
Unlike Fahai who was nervous, the leprous monk was optimistic and had a smile on his face.
"Master, how is the blood demon?"
"Yes, the autumn harvest cannot be delayed, otherwise many people will starve to death when winter comes."
The villagers were more concerned about the blood demon than the skinny monk's injury.
With the blood demon around, no one dares to leave the village. The autumn harvest is about to end now, and if the farmer is not harvested, the farmer will be ruined in the fields.
"Be quiet!"
The leprosy-headed monk raised his remaining left arm, signaled everyone to calm down, and said: "The blood demon has been dealt with by the poor monk, everyone can go out with peace of mind."
"solved!"
Upon hearing this, the villagers hurried to their homes.
The blood demon incident lasted for more than twenty days. These twenty days were originally the days of the autumn harvest.
I went a little later, and I didn’t know how many dealers were ruined, so I didn’t dare to delay for a moment.
The crowd gathered around and dispersed quickly, and they were all dispersed in a short time.
Before the blood demon was eradicated, the mangy-headed monk was a distinguished guest in the town. After the blood demon was eradicated, there was not much more of him, but not much less of him.
The three elders in the town sent someone to deliver ten gold ingots as a reward for the scabby monk to collect the monsters, but he did not come.
After all, Confucianism is now in power, and it promotes the idea of silence, strange power, and confusion of gods. The leprosy-headed monk can catch monsters and knows magic, which makes people respect and fear him. The people in the countryside are ignorant and avoid him.
However, the amount of sesame oil that should be given is not less. A gold ingot of twelve taels can be worth one hundred and twenty taels of silver. The price of sesame oil that was agreed upon before was one thousand taels, but the town actually gave out one thousand two hundred taels.
Two is enough to make these people feel distressed.
"Master, isn't that blood demon very powerful?"
After the irrelevant people dispersed, Fahai couldn't bear to speak and asked.
The scabby monk nodded slightly, with a look of lingering fear, "That blood demon is not a third-level monster but a fourth-level monster. It is really low-key. I was not careful for a moment and almost fell into its path. I almost couldn't come back."
Already."
The third-level monster corresponds to the Juren, and the fourth-level monster corresponds to the Jinshi.
The difference of one level is the difference between heaven and earth. A fourth-level monster can be called a big monster. Who would have thought that the blood demon, which is just a scabies disease and not even taken seriously by the government, can actually cause trouble?
A great demon on one side.
If you want to ask an expert to deal with the big demon, you need at least ten thousand taels of silver to start, and you may not be able to succeed.
Jiuquan Town only spent ten gold ingots to eliminate the blood demon that had caused trouble for hundreds of years. After careful calculation, this transaction was really worth it.
"I lost an arm for ten gold ingots. The great monk has lost money this time!" Wang Xu secretly looked at the mangy monk and found that he had no intention of asking the three elders to argue or ask for more money, but he was very pleased.
Before the blood demon shows its fangs, it can kill the blood demon who is causing trouble.
You really made a mistake. The mangy-headed monk looks ugly, but he is an eminent monk who has saved the world. I am afraid that if the blood demon is encountered by him, even if the town does not have money for sesame oil, he may not stand idly by.
"Disciple, I haven't seen you for half a month. You seem to have gained a lot of weight, which makes Master Bai worried." After talking about the blood demon, the scabby monk looked at Fahai with a smile in his eyes.
Fahai's face turned red and he didn't know how to answer. He could only say hesitantly: "Disciple has been living in Wang's house these days. The food is better and he has made new friends."
"New friend?" The mangy monk looked at Wang Xu subconsciously.
If he remembered correctly, Fahai came with this child, and this person must be Fahai's new friend.
"Wang Xu, the Wang family in Jiuquan Town, has met Zen Master Mo Yan."
Wang Xu was not timid, he put his hands together and saluted the leprous monk, and said: "Zen Master, you are injured, why don't you go to my house to recuperate for a few days? Although my Wang family is not a wealthy family, we still want to represent the town and thank the Zen Master for his kindness."
Take action with righteousness."
"Master, Wang Xu's family is very large and very hospitable. You are so seriously injured, why don't you rest for a few days before leaving." Before the scabby monk could speak, Fa Hai followed suit.
The skinny-headed monk thought for a moment. He was seriously injured this time and really needed to take good care of himself.
My little apprentice is not a person without discernment. He said that the Wang family is hospitable, which means they are truly hospitable and cannot be faked.
"That's fine. I'll just complain to the poor monk for a few days and build a good relationship."
The leper-headed monk nodded in agreement, but then he felt something was inappropriate, so he took off the Buddhist beads on his left hand and put them on Wang Xu himself.
The moment he got the Buddhist beads, Wang Xu felt his mind clear.
Looking down, I saw that this rosary consists of eighteen beads. Every three beads have one character, and the eighteen beads have six characters. Together they are the Buddhist mantra, Om Mani Pad Hum.
"Buddhist magic weapon!"
Wang Xu's heart moved as he picked up the rosary beads.
After all, he is not a real eight-year-old child. He knows the value of this string of beads very well. In the Confucian world where there are monsters and monsters, a Buddhist magic weapon is enough to save the life of an ordinary person from the hands of monsters. This good relationship is not light.
Looking at Fa Hai, who was winking at him, Wang Xu had a slight realization. Half of the good karma of the leprosy-headed monk was due to him inviting him home to recuperate, and the other half was probably out of caring for Fa Hai.
"The elder gave it to me and I dare not refuse it. Wang Xu thanked the master."
Wang Xu didn't refuse. Even if he didn't use it in the future, he could put it in the Wang family's town house.
I think that with this string of Buddhist beads, ordinary little demons would have to go around the Wang family. This is not something that can be obtained with money.
Wang family
"Master, please come in, this is my home."
Wang Xu took the leprosy-headed monk to the door of his house and told the gatekeeper: "Go and inform my mother quickly. Tell me that the young monk's master, Master Mo Yan, who catches monsters for Jiuquan Town, is here and will stay at home for a few days."
day."
"Yes, Master."
The gatekeeper trotted in and reported to Mrs. Wang in the backyard.
"Master, please come inside."
Wang Xu took the leprosy-headed monk and went straight to the front hall, because they were not walking very fast. When they arrived at the front hall, Mrs. Wang also came out with two maids.
"Just now in the backyard, I heard the magpies chirping again. I didn't expect that the master was here. Come on, please serve tea!"
Mrs. Wang knew that the mangy monk was an expert and had real abilities, so she did not dare to neglect him.
"Amitabha"
The scabby monk was not familiar with Mrs. Wang. Looking at Mrs. Wang, who was obviously only in her twenties, he couldn't help but glance at Wang Xu next to him.
Wang Xu is eight years old this year, and Mrs. Wang is still so young, so she can’t be a stepmother, right?
Sensing the master's doubts, Fa Hai took the initiative and said: "Master, this is Mrs. Wang, Wang Xu's biological mother. Eight years ago, a Taoist priest from Zhongnan Mountain personally sent a life-prolonging elixir.
She is twenty years younger. In terms of age, my wife is actually 46 years old."
"Elixir for longevity!"
The mangy monk was stunned for a moment. Taoism has alchemy. This is not fake.
The elixir that can prolong the life of ordinary people is not something that ordinary Taoist priests can do, otherwise the world would have been in chaos.
Even with the monk's cultivation level, he has never seen a pill that can prolong life. It seems that he still underestimated the Wang family.
No matter what, if a Taoist master can personally deliver the longevity elixir, the Wang family will have something magical about it.
"Sister Hongxing, please go to Tongzhitang. This time Zen Master Mo Yan even gave up his own arm in order to suppress the demon. You have to show Mr. Lai from Tongzhitang." Wang Xu glanced at the mangy head.
The monk said to the maid next to Mrs. Wang with his sleeves on his sleeves.
"Go quickly, go quickly!" Wang Xu said to Mrs. Wang, and then she noticed that the scabby monk was missing his right arm.
"Yes, ma'am."
"You don't have to spend any money. A poor monk can learn the art of Qihuang. You can just go up the mountain and collect some medicine yourself."
The leprous monk declined again and again, not wanting to trouble everyone.
When Mrs. Wang heard this, she also spoke: "Master, you suppressed the blood demon and solved the autumn harvest crisis in Jiuquan Town. You are our great benefactor. How can you count it as a waste? Moreover, there are specialties in the art, and Tongzhitang's
Mr. Lai is a capable man, so it would be more reassuring to let him show it to the master."
The leprosy-headed monk couldn't refuse, so he could only smile and nodded.
After a while, Mr. Lai from Tongzhitang was invited. Mr. Lai was about fifty years old and had a goatee on his chin.
In order to avoid suspicion, Mrs. Wang took the maid away and only asked Wang Xu to entertain the master.
Wang Xu agreed wholeheartedly. With Mrs. Wang here, everyone would inevitably feel restrained, but this time they left, they could feel more relaxed.
"Excuse me, Mr. Lai." After Mrs. Wang left with her maid, Wang Xu nodded to Mr. Lai.
Mr. Lai opened the medicine box, took out a knife and cut open the monk's robe, preparing to clean the wound of the scabby monk.
As soon as he opened the monk's robe and saw the wound, Mr. Lai took a breath and subconsciously took two steps back.
Upon entering the eyes, the skinny-headed monk's broken arm had already rotted and suppurated. Several maggots were burrowing in the wound, the largest of which was as big as an apple worm.