Liao Zhai Great Kind People

Chapter 17

Looking at the old monk in white robes in front of him, Zhang Xiu recognized that he was the scorpion spirit who was holding human hearts as dry food in the gazebo.

Hearing that Xie Zijing said that he was destined to be with him, Zhang Xiu smiled slightly: "I am a kind-hearted person, and I have many good ties. The monk who gave alms is like a crucian carp crossing the river. I forgot the day I gave you slop."

Scorpion Jing was not angry when he taunted him that he was a stupid pig eating swill, and smiled and said: "Amitabha, the benefactor is joking. I am in urgent need of a seven-aperture exquisite heart to help me practice, and you just have one, benefactor. This is not predestined relationship, what else can be called predestination?"

"Also ask the benefactor to give me the seven-orifice exquisite heart, and wait for me to cultivate into a golden body of Arhat in the future, so that you will be rich and wealthy in the next life, safe and worry-free. Amitabha, you are so kind."

Zhang Xiurao looked him in the eyes with interest, nodded and said: "It's not impossible, if the master is willing to lend me something, it's not impossible for me to give you my heart."

The scorpion spirit was slightly startled, and said with compassion on his face: "What does the benefactor want to borrow from the old monk? If the benefactor asks for something, the old monk will always agree!"

Zhang Xiu showed a kind smile: "Lend Master's head for use, and return it in ten days!"

Scorpion essence: "..."

Looking at the "compassionate" old monk in front of him and the "great philanthropist" Zhang Xiu who is willing to give, Yan Feng's eyes twitched involuntarily, thinking that these two people are really rivals in chess and will meet good talents.

If they hadn't kowtowed to the ground, they would be sorry for the fate of meeting this vast sea of ​​people!

Old Mrs. Xin stared at Zhang Xiu with a weird face for a long time, and couldn't help but asked Xie Zijing, "Great Monk, how did you determine that the person with the seven orifices and exquisite heart is the young master in front of you?"

Xie Zijing came back to his senses, and said with confidence: "There are only two people on this whole mountain, except for the beard on your right who pretends to be a scholar, this young man is the only one."

"???"

Yan Feng was furious instantly, and clenched the hilt of his sword with a frown.

Zhang Xiu was also stunned, looking at the eyes of the scorpion spirit, she couldn't help but feel a little more pity.

Such a strange brain circuit, without a ten-year cerebral thrombosis, I'm afraid I can't reason it out at all...

With a light cough, Zhang Xiu explained seriously: "Actually, Brother Yan is really a scholar. He has only been in the academy for three months, and he has already learned...to write his own name!"

Then he turned to look at Yan Feng, and said with encouragement: "Brother Yan, you can write a name for him, I believe you can do it!"

Yan Feng: "..."

Your focus is completely wrong!
Yan Feng gritted his teeth in anger, all his anger was aimed at the scorpion spirit in front of him, he stretched out his arms, and dozens of swords were neatly arranged in front of him.

"The universe is boundless, Fenglei is ordered, and is as urgent as a law!"

With a wave of Yan Feng's right hand, a row of swords turned into lightning, galloping towards the scorpion spirit with the momentum of thunder!

Scorpion Jing calmly recited Amitabha, and saw a flash of black light, and his figure had disappeared before the sword array.

The next moment, Yan Feng screamed and lay down on the ground with his eyes closed tightly, a big red and swollen bump appeared on his forehead!

In the blink of an eye, the sword formation was broken, and Yan Feng's sword returned to its original appearance, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Scorpion Jing calmly squinted at the sword at his feet, smiled slightly, raised his face to look at Mrs. Xin: "Do you want to try too?"

Mrs. Xin broke out in a cold sweat, and said to Zhang Xiu nervously: "He moves so fast, I can't see clearly at all, I'm afraid the old man is not his opponent..."

Zhang Xiu gasped, squatted down, stretched out his hand to cover the big bump on Yan Feng's forehead, absorbed the scorpion poison in his body, and said, "This scorpion spirit is so powerful, we probably have only one way now. "

Old Mr. Xin regained his spirits, and asked urgently, "What can I do?"

Zhang Xiu took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Go and invite the Tathagata Buddha!"

Mrs. Xin: "..."

If I can invite Tathagata Buddha, do I still need to come to Jinji Ridge to drink the northwest wind for two hours? ? ?

Old Mrs. Xin couldn't laugh or cry in his heart for a while, and then he had a flash of inspiration, thinking of something, his eyes brightened and said: "I can't invite the Buddha, can Guanyin Bodhisattva do it?"

While talking, Mrs. Xin took out a bamboo stick, which was exactly the stick he got at the Guanyin Temple during the day.

Xie Zijing looked at Old Master Xin vigilantly, and couldn't help beating his heart.

What is the origin of this person? One said that he would invite the Tathagata Buddha, and the other said that he could invite Guanyin Bodhisattva...

Could this old fox really be able to invite Guanyin Bodhisattva?
Just as he was hesitating whether to make a move, a burst of red light suddenly burst out from Mrs. Xin's body, enveloping him, Zhang Xiu, and Yan Feng.

"I asked for this stick from the Guanyin Temple. My son, you have no karma. As long as you sincerely pray to the bamboo stick, you will have a chance to invite the Bodhisattva to manifest!"

Zhang Xiu took the bamboo stick from his hand, and saw a few lines of poems written on it: "Buddhas and gods are psychic and the king knows, if a fool talks about things and turns into a coma, the old man asks for a spiritual stick, it's better to wait for the time."

After reading the signed poem, Zhang Xiu's face changed slightly: "Master, your sign seems to be a very fierce sign, doesn't it?"

The old man asked for a spiritual lottery. He said that the old man Xin went to the Guanyin Temple to ask for a lottery. The idiot said that the incident turned into a coma. It should mean that Yan Feng fell into a coma. What happened today was basically fulfilled in the signed poem.

But in the last sentence of the poem, it is better to wait for the time, which means to let them wait for death in place, and maybe they can have a good pregnancy in the next life? ? ?
"Old man, your hands are too dark!"

Zhang Xiu stared at Mrs. Xin's black-handed old fox, angrily took out the butcher's knife, scraped off the signed poem with one knife, and took out a brush to revise it by himself.

"Creating the heavens and the earth to make a good relationship, when the auspicious day is good, everything will be perfect. If you get this lottery, it is no small matter, and you will be loyal and righteous!"

Old Mrs. Xin saw Zhang Xiu's miraculous operation of writing the signature, his face paled with fright, and he couldn't help shivering, tremblingly said: "Mr. How disrespectful!"

Zhang Xiu stared and said: "Pray according to the broken lottery you asked for. It's no wonder that the Bodhisattva can appear! They are all dying, let the dead horse be a living horse doctor!"

Old Mrs. Xin had a bitter face, glanced at the signed poem written by Zhang Xiuxin, and asked full of entanglement: "Then what does the signed poem you wrote mean?"

Zhang Xiu took a deep breath and said devoutly, "I'm praying for Pangu God and Nuwa Empress to show their spirits, I hope they can hear..."

After listening to Mrs. Xin, he suddenly felt that his whole fox was not well: "@#￥%￥#@..."

Mr. Zhang, please be more sober, this is a lottery from Guanyin!

Is it strange that the two great gods you begged can hear? !
(End of this chapter)