Now that his eldest son's life and safety depended on the eminent monk in front of him, Mr. Wei naturally did not dare to neglect him in the slightest.
"The young monk should not have been involved in Donor Wei's family affairs, but the noble master and the girl Qianqian have a life-and-death relationship. Even the young monk, an outsider, was moved. It would be better to let the young monk heal them first, and then the benefactor's family will make a decision.
how?"
Still looking calm and calm, Fahai suggested with a chuckle.
"Little elder, is there a way to save Qianqian?!"
When he heard what Fahai said, Wei Zixiu suddenly breathed a lot faster. He looked over with a surprised look on his face without pretending, and asked a little eagerly.
"Amitabha, monks do not lie."
Fahai clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and said.
"You evil beast, why don't you come over here and thank me for your mercy, little elder."
Seeing that Wei Zixiu was so overjoyed that he lost his bearings, Mr. Wei's eyes widened, then he turned around and bowed to Fahai with an apologetic expression, and hurriedly explained.
"Quinzi is very affectionate towards the child Qianqian. I lost some etiquette for a moment. I hope you will forgive me. Young elder, you can rest assured that as long as you can cure those two children, I will definitely send someone to present a golden Buddha statue to your temple in the future.
, to show the Wei family’s devotion to Buddha.”
After being reminded by Mr. Wei, Wei Zixiu also realized that it was him who was Meng Lang, and calmed down his expression, but the excitement on his face was still visible.
"Almsgiver Wei understands the kindness of the poor monk. It's just that it's the young monk's wish to save the world and help others, but it's a low-level wish to repay the kindness. The main reason for giving is to have good intentions. Just do more good deeds in daily life. This is the best thing for the young monk.
return.”
Shaking his head slightly to reject Wei Yuanqing's kindness, Fahai changed the subject.
"The most urgent task is to undo the spell on your young master first. I wonder if the second young master can do a small favor for the poor monk and retrieve the source of the weariness of victory."
"Zixian... I will obey the elders' decree."
Different from his father's stubbornness before, this time Wei Zixian quickly agreed.
He is not stupid either. Fahai's words just now were clearly trying to excuse the mother and son.
What happened today all started because my mother cursed her brother. Only by getting forgiveness from my brother can I win a chance for my mother to be given a lighter sentence.
Now, the brother's only concern is the dying girl. As long as the young elder can cure her, with his usual kindness, maybe things will turn around.
As long as he could save his mother's life, Wei Zixian didn't care even if his life was more miserable.
Thinking of this, he seemed to feel that he was being deceived by a gentleman. When Wei Zixian left, he couldn't help but feel more and more guilty when he looked at his brother.
The house where Wei Zixian lived was not far from his mother's courtyard, but within a moment, he hurried back from outside with a box in his hands.
"The little yarrow figurine is in the box. Because he doesn't know how to remove the art of aversion to victory, Zi Xian has never dared to touch it in these years."
Carefully opening the dust-sealed box, the blood stains on the yarrow figure inside were still very fresh, as if they had just been wiped on, and it was really weird and terrifying.
Fahai was not afraid and casually stretched out his hand to take out the straw man.
There were traces of blood spreading down from above, even slowly trying to get into Fahai's hands.
Just when he touched the monk's smooth and jade-like palm, there was a burst of golden light, and the blood line immediately retracted in a panic as if it had been burned.
"This evil obstacle bullies the weak and fears the strong."
Looking at the little yarrow man who suddenly retracted his blood line and highlighted the word "coward", Fa Hai laughed out loud, but there was no hesitation in his movements.
Wrapping the silver needle that suppressed Wei Zixiu's three souls and seven souls with the power of Buddha, Fahai suddenly controlled the straw man from the air. He swallowed the magic power in his palm, and a force of ingenuity suddenly acted on the little yarrow man.
There was a muffled sound like a thin needle of cow hair piercing leather. The silver needle was caught off guard and flew out. After a slight pause, a trace of black mist flowed out from the pore left by the retreat of the silver needle.
As if sensing something, Wei Zixiu's complexion suddenly changed, a blush rushed to his cheeks, and then he spat out a mouthful of dark brown blood. The soul in his body, which had been suppressed by the little fox, was faintly unstable.
"Cheng'er!"
Seeing that his eldest son's breath was disordered, Mr. Wei looked at Wei Zixiu with some concern.
"It doesn't matter, the young monk is exorcising the poison from your body. Spitting out this waste blood will only be beneficial to your body."
Sensing Wei Yuanqing's worry, Fa Hai still had time to devote himself to two things and explained.
And the little yarrow man seemed to have a premonition that something was not going to happen, and he was struggling to get out of Fahai's control. A harsh and complicated sound of curses came from it, which was really confusing to the ears and eyes.
Everyone in the Wei family on the side had their ears filled with demonic sounds that disturbed their minds and made them feel nauseous.
It's just that the meager skills of the side sect are no match for the magical power of Buddhism. Fa Hai raised his eyebrows and glared like a king, and with a low scolding in his mouth, he easily broke it open with the lion's roar of Buddhism.
The black mist that was removed from the straw man dispersed in the air and suddenly condensed into a black light trying to escape.
However, Fa Hai, who was well prepared, struck out with a palm print with his backhand, and suddenly the black mist exploded in the air like a ball that expanded to the extreme.
He then stretched out his hand to channel a peaceful magic power into Wei Zixiu's body, and nursed his body back to health after a long period of damage. Only then did Fa Hai dissipate the light of the Buddha that penetrated his body.
"Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."
Mr. Wei, who could not wait any longer, grabbed Wei Zixiu's hand and asked eagerly:
"Cheng'er, do you feel better?"
"Replying to my father, the child feels much better. It seems that some shackles have been lifted from his body and his mind is extremely clear."
After checking his body for a while, Wei Zixiu revealed a heartfelt smile on his face.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Wei Zixiu hurriedly whispered a few words to his father, walked quickly to Fahai, and bowed with a long bow.
"The kindness of the little elder will never be forgotten by Zixiu."
After seeing him thank you, he still looked coy as if he wanted to say something, but Fa Hai couldn't guess what he was thinking.
Fahai spat angrily and said with a smile:
"The humble monk will do what I promised you. When you find Miss Qianqian later, the young monk will have a way to protect her cultivation."
"Thank you, little elder. Zixiu will call Qianqian right now!"
Wei Zixiu was overjoyed and hurriedly walked out the door.
"Ahem!"
Master Wei coughed twice and stopped Wei Zixiu from walking out.
"You are such a big man, how impatient and impatient do you look like? Are you going back to life as you live more?!"
However, thinking about the hardships Wei Zixiu had endured in the past three years, Wei Yuanqing finally sighed and did not criticize him too harshly.
"Tell me first how to solve this matter. You have suffered the most over the years. My father wants to hear your opinion."
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