The mistress of the god doctor kicked the vinegar vat again

Chapter 1378 Stealing the old monk's relic

The night dew was heavy, the sky was covered with a layer of overcast clouds, it was about to rain heavily, and there was a depressing atmosphere in the air.

The Buddha's light seemed to be dimmed a bit. The dark night sky was like an inkstone, which melted in the rain, and the sky was dyed without light.

"Boom!"

A roar of thunder resounded through the sky after the silver lightning that was densely covered like a spider's web passed by.

Bean-sized raindrops patted the green banana leaves outside the meditation room.

Under the cover of the heavy rain, Qingsu hid under the window.

When Yujing went to the toilet, he secretly took the Buddha's relic in the Zen room.

He thought that he should keep the letter, so he couldn't just take it away, so he found a pen and ink, and wrote the borrowed note in awkward characters.

Those characters were taught by Yuanhua World Honored couple to write. When he came to Lianhu, he would teach them some knowledge intentionally or unintentionally. They didn't show up, but they were all learning quietly.

When he finished writing, he ran out of the Zen room in a hurry.

He is not used to walking with two feet, so it didn't take long before he was chased by Yujing.

"Naughty beast! How dare you steal the old monk's relics, die!"

Yujing read the note, but he didn't pay attention to it at all. This evildoer deserves to die for stealing his things.

The vajra in his hand smashed towards Qingsu's back, hitting him on the ground and rolling him into the distance.

Qingsu and Biju were devoted to cultivation, but they had never fought against anyone before. Yujing attacked him from behind, and he was seriously injured immediately.

"Master, I... just borrowed it, and I will... pay you back. My wife is about to give birth... I beg you, Master..."

Qing Su knelt on the ground, his back was dripping with blood, his flesh was mutilated, and he held the relic tightly with his palm, never letting go.

The torrential rain hit his back hard, and a ferocious thunder flashed, reflecting his fresh and willow face.

With a pleading look on his face, he kowtowed to Yujing.

He thought that this great master was as compassionate as the World Honored One, and he was just borrowing it, so he really wouldn't damage the relic.

"Monsters are worthy of talking to me?"

Old monk Yujing's face showed a twisted and ferocious look, and the vajra pestle in his hand slammed down on his head, making his head dripping with blood.

Qingsu's head "buzzed", and green blood flowed down from his head, staining his face.

He immediately turned into a blue mist and flew in the rain.

He returned to the lotus lake dying, and handed the relic to his wife Bijia.

"Put it away quickly."

He hurriedly urged Biju to put away the relics.

Bijia hid the relic in the scales under her abdomen, and seeing her husband dying, she burst into tears.

"Brother Su, how did you get hurt so badly? I will ask the World Honored One, he will definitely save you."

She held Qing Su's hand tremblingly, and then swam out.

"You wait for me here, I'll be right back."

"Zi'er...don't go..."

Qingsu was injured too badly, and he swam with difficulty to chase after him.

When he chased to the lake, he saw his wife's cold body lying on the lake.

The head of the fish was chopped off directly, and his eyes were staring with resignation.

"Hmph, even a mere evildoer dares to appear in the Pure Land of Buddhism!"

A Buddha blade in Yujing's hand was stained with blood and washed away in the heavy rain.

He kicked the fish head hard into the lake, and frowned when he saw that the fish head stained the lake surface green.

If the fish body is also thrown in, it will definitely be discovered tomorrow.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, he dragged the fish body to a remote cornfield and buried it.

As for the Buddha relic, he did not find it.

　Ge'er's update is very slow, thinking of a wonderful plot requires repeated thinking.

　　Every day, Geer writes very late before she can rest. She often writes until one or two o'clock in the morning, or two or three o'clock in the morning before falling asleep.

　　Exciting and worth the wait!mwah!
　　Every day brings new expectations.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)