The Record of Immortal Cultivation

Zenxin has been sitting outside Minghuang City for two days and nights.

The madman woke up during this period and went mad from time to time, causing people passing by to avoid him.

The soldiers guarding the gate were already a little impatient with him.

"That monk, go and stay somewhere else. Don't interfere with others entering and exiting the city!"

A big-headed soldier, holding a sword at his waist, came over to drive away Zen Xin.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has some words of advice. I hope the benefactor will tell the city lord to move the residents out of the city. There may be a bloody disaster in the city soon, which may endanger everyone in the city."

When Zen Xin said these words, the big-headed soldier's expression immediately changed.

"Hey! I said to you, a monk, that I am so good at persuading you because you are a monk, but now you dare to confuse the public with your evil words!

I'm telling you, you are in big trouble now! "

After the leader said this, he waved his hand and summoned several soldiers: "This monk deceived the people with his evil words. I tied him and the lunatic who was with him and put him in prison to await his punishment!"

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, several soldiers immediately stepped forward to seize Zen Xin and escort him into the city.

The madman was also beaten to the ground by the two of them.

"This madman is really strong!"

One soldier complained.

Immediately, the two men also escorted him and followed the two men who escorted Zen Xin.

actually not.

With the madman's strength, he would not have been held down by two mortal soldiers.

However, his cultivation has been suppressed by his Zen mind, and he cannot use powerful power at all, which is why he ended up like this.

Whoa!
In the dark prison, the ropes surrounding the cell door were untied, and the soldiers escorting Zen Xin and Madman pushed and threw the two into the cell.

Immediately, the cell door closed with a bang.

Immediately afterwards there was another sound of the rope chain, and a large lock was clasped on the rope chain.

"Stay well and don't play any tricks!"

After that, several soldiers turned around and left.

Not long after, a prison guard came over and leaned against the door of the cell where Zen Heart was, showing an interested look on his face.

"Hey, monk, look at the tatters you're wearing, what did you do to get imprisoned here?"

When Zenxin heard this, he raised his head slightly and looked over, then shook his head and said: "The poor monk did not commit any crime."

The jailer chuckled and said, "Come on, I haven't seen any kind of people in this prison. Most of them cry when they come in and say that they were wronged and did not commit any crime. Relatively speaking, you are a relatively calm one. .”

After that, he looked Zen Xin up and down a few more times, rubbed his chin, and guessed: "Looking at your tattered clothes, you have a pretty face. Could it be that you seduced some girl and was caught?" ?”

Zen Heart still shook his head, with a calm face: "The poor monk is a monk and will not do such lustful things."

"You're such a boring monk. If you don't want to talk about it, forget it. Anyway, the people who are imprisoned here will have to shed their skin at the very least. Just stay well."

Seeing that Zen Xin always had a calm face, the jailer suddenly lost interest and turned around and left after saying this.

Near noon.

The jailer came again.

He was carrying a bucket of food in his hand, and the food was mixed in with it.

Every time he passed a cell, he would put a bowl in the bucket and hand it back, just like feeding a pig.

But just when he reached the Zen Heart Cell, he suddenly paused.

I saw Zen Xin, who was in the cell at this time, sitting opposite the madman.

While he was chanting with his eyes closed, golden scriptures flew out of his mouth and fell into the madman's heart.

At the same time, a solemn and sacred feeling naturally arises in the Zen mind.

When the jailer saw this scene, he rubbed his eyes vigorously and his eyes widened.

"You eminent monk and living Buddha!"

His face immediately became excited, and his words were somewhat stuttered.

His hands were unstable due to excitement and suddenly fell to the ground, almost knocking over.

Fortunately, the wooden barrel only swayed a few times before settling firmly.

At this moment, the Zen chanting ended, and the visions on his body subsided.

And the madman also tilted his body at this moment and fell to the side, as if he was asleep, breathing evenly.

"Eminent monk! Living Buddha!"

There was only a "thud" sound of someone kneeling down, and then they saw that the jailer had already knelt down on the ground and bowed to Zen Xin.

Zenxin opened his eyes at this time, and his face looked even whiter, that was pale.When he saw the jailer prostrating himself outside the cell, he hurriedly spoke for the first time: "Why does the donor want to pay such a big gift to the poor monk for no reason? Get up quickly!"

"Living Buddha, please save my mother. I don't know what evil has happened to the city recently. Many people have fallen ill for no reason. The doctors in the city can't find the cause at all. My mother also fell ill half a month ago, and now she is comatose and bedridden all day long! "

The jailer was still kneeling, but he just raised his head and begged Zen Heart.

After listening to what he said, Zen Heart immediately nodded: "It is the duty of a monk to save people in distress. It's just that the poor monk is now in prison. He has to wait for the poor monk to get out before he can help the donor."

"It's not a waste of time for the Living Buddha to bother!"

The jailer immediately said: "My uncle is."

In this way, about two hours later, Zen Xin walked out of the prison. He carried the madman on his back and walked out under the leadership of Zhao Quan.

Zhao Quan is the jailer, and he has already reported his name to Zen Xin.

Under his leadership, no one stopped the three people from leaving.

But on the way to the Zhao family.

A black coffin was suddenly carried out from a family.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Quan's expression changed slightly: "Living Buddha, there is a funeral at someone else's house, so we'd better go around it."

But Zen Xin looked at the black coffin and said, "Why do we need to hold funerals for living people?"

"What, a living person?"

Zhao Quan was stunned at first, he still didn't react.

But while he was stunned, Zen Heart had already walked over.

"Amitabha, all donors, please wait, this poor monk has something to say."

The people carrying the coffin couldn't help but be confused when they saw that it was a monk.

Could it be that the host’s family invited a monk to deliver the blessing?
They didn't understand, and naturally it wasn't easy to drive them away, so they had to put down the black coffin and call the master's family.

Not long after, an old man with an old face and old clothes was invited out.

With the support of the two people, he walked up to Zen Xin. He looked at Zen Xin with a pair of dim old eyes, looked up and down, and then asked: "I wonder what the Master is doing by stopping the little girl's coffin?"

"Old man, the female benefactor in the coffin is not dead. I wonder why the old man wants to send her to be buried?"

As soon as Zen Xin said these words, everyone present was stunned.

"You monk, why are you talking nonsense? How can I not know whether my daughter is dead or not?"

At this point, the old man shed tears from his eyes. He wiped them with his sleeves, and then said sadly: "I personally watched my daughter die with my own eyes, accompanied by Dr. Xu. There was no breath at all. Her My body is so cold!"

pat!

Two ingots of silver were thrown to Zen Xin's feet.

"You monk, don't you just want money? I only have so much money, take it and leave immediately, don't stop blocking my daughter's burial!"

The old man's eyes turned red, and he was about to drive away his Zen mind.

At this moment, Zhao Quan came forward and explained, and the old man was startled.

"Are you really a living Buddha? Is my daughter really not dead?"

He still didn't believe it, but he knew Zhao Quan, so he still had a glimmer of hope.

Zenxin didn't waste any time, and gently put down the madman on his back, then came to the coffin, reached out and opened the coffin.

At this time, the coffin was filled with very deep nails.

When Zen Xin opened it with his hand, the people carrying the coffin all looked sideways.

They secretly thought that this monk was really powerful!

Just as it was being opened, everyone peered into the coffin and saw a pale-faced woman in her prime lying in it.

Zenxin looked at it and immediately began to recite the scriptures.

At this moment, golden light glowed all over his body, and bits of golden light turned into golden inscriptions, rushing towards the coffin.

Not long after, only a soft groan was heard, and there was a sound in the coffin.

"father"

It was a weak cry.

But when it fell into the ears of several people present, it shocked them greatly.

The old man was the first to react and hurriedly stepped forward to check, trembling.

However, at this moment, Zenxin's complexion was not good and he was frowning.

"Master, why doesn't the little girl wake up?"

This is the reason why Zenxin frowns.

Although he restored life to the woman in the coffin, he did not wake her up.