Journey to the West: I want to be sanctified

Chapter 21 Loss of Soul

I saw that this woman was wearing a long plain dress, and the blue belt around her waist outlined her slim figure, which was very moving.

The appearance is beautiful, and it seems to be a little sad;
The hair is pulled up, and a jade hairpin is inserted.

"Mistress, forgive me, these two priests were not invited by me.
The latter three monks are eminent monks I invited. I saw that they had many believers in the city, so they should have some mana, so I invited them. "

The young servant knelt down in front of the woman to report.

The hostess frowned slightly, and looked at the Taoist monk in front of her. She no longer had much hope in her heart, but she had no choice.

"Taoist priest, eminent monk, please come in. If you can cure the master's illness, my family will definitely offer a generous gift. Whether it is donating a golden body or building a temple, I will definitely do my best.

If it is not cured, then only treat each other with simple tea and light food.

If you deliberately deceive me and other women, you will have to eat in prison.

My family's master and the county magistrate were good friends in the same year, and good brothers who married Jinlan.

I shouldn't have said these words. Forgive me, all the masters. At least there are some liars, which are annoying. "

A few monks had already come over, and the head monk saluted and said, "Don't worry about the female benefactor, we don't tell lies in the Western religion, we advise people to go up, save the suffering, and don't ask for gold, silver and treasure."

"Amitabha." Then the two young monks recited the Buddha's name together.

Immediately, the image grew taller.

Regardless of the pain, the young servant stood up and limped to the side of the mistress, "Mistress, look, this eminent monk is a master, unlike a Taoist priest, he is actually a villain who cheats money."

Li Zichun couldn't bear it anymore, "Little Huangkou, don't beat someone to death with a stick, and slander the reputation of my Taoist school."

The young servant curled his lips, remembering the pain in his knee, looked at Zhou Yin in fear, and dared not speak any more.

"Teacher, let's go in together and see how this monk exorcises evil spirits and seeks his soul!"

Li Zichun was dissatisfied that Daomen Qingyu was hacked, and proposed to go and have a look together.

Seeing Li Zichun's virtuous spirit and Zhou Yin's cleverness and cuteness, unlike the Taoist priests who came here before, the hostess invited them in together.

The master and apprentice followed the monk and entered the door.

"May I ask who is the name of the master here?" Zhou Yin followed behind, and asked aloud while admiring the incomparable spaciousness of this big house.

The hostess turned her head and saw that it was Zhou Yin who was asking, her sorrow lessened, and her tone softened a little, "Our master's surname is Chen Mingang. He is usually kind and generous. At first, it seemed to be demented, and many doctors came to see it, and they all said that he had lost his soul and could not be cured. Therefore, I sent my servants to go out to seek an expert."

There are mountains and water in the yard, which is poetic and picturesque.

In this early summer season, it seemed bleak.

The hostess walked while talking, and led everyone into the hall. The layout of the hall is elegant, with several chairs facing each other on the left and right.

"Everyone, please sit down, little red and little green, let's serve tea."

The hostess gave a loud shout, and a girl in a red dress and a girl in a green dress came out in small steps, serving tea and water for everyone.

"Thank you Madam Chen."

Li Zichun and Zhou Yin all thanked each other.

"Amitabha, thank the female donor."

The three monks recited the Buddha's name together.

The young servant standing next to the hostess couldn't help curling his lips, feeling that the judgment was judged in his heart. The three monks were obviously professional, and the Taoist priest, the old one and the young one, could only look good, and he didn't speak like a Taoist priest at all.

While everyone was drinking tea, the middle-aged monk took the lead in introducing:
"The female benefactor is polite, the poor monk Konghui, and the following two are the disciples of the poor monk, Zongfa and Zonghai. The three poor monks, master and apprentice have traveled to Tai'an County for more than three months. Today, they are opening an altar to teach the Dharma for the people. Praying for blessings and eliminating disasters, I was invited by this little benefactor to save his master. As the saying goes, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, so the poor monk came with his disciples."

After listening to the young servant, he felt that he had made a contribution, and looked at Mrs. Chen proudly.

Mrs. Chen ignored the young servant, "Master Konghui is in trouble. If I can cure the master, I will personally give my dowry to the master, and the master will be grateful when he wakes up!"

The middle-aged monk did not speak, but a young monk behind him seemed to be talking to himself, "What is the dowry worth?"

The middle-aged monk's expression remained unchanged, and he scolded, "Zong Hai, you have violated the precept!"

Zong Hai didn't dare to speak immediately.

The patriarchal law was beside him, not saying a word, as if he was used to it.

Mrs. Chen was taken aback, and immediately said, "I didn't make it clear. When I married into the Chen family, the dowry was a hundred mu of fertile land outside the city. If the master rescued the master, the land deed of the hundred mu of fertile land would be given."

The middle-aged monk saluted immediately, "Amitabha, the female benefactor, the poor monk saves people, not for money, but for the promotion of Buddhism. Donating money is to worship the Buddha and do good. The two should not be confused."

After saying this, the young servant and Mrs. Chen couldn't help but respect the middle-aged monk.

Sure enough, he is a monk.

Zhou Yin savored the words of the middle-aged monk and lamented the art of writing.

Li Zichun looked contemptuous, "Mrs. Chen, my name is Li Zichun, this is my apprentice Zhou Yin. He just arrived in Tai'an County a few days ago. It happened to be a meeting just now, and the tea is almost finished. How about now?" Go see Chen Ang's benefactor, let the three masters cast spells to save people, if this soul-loss disease drags on for a long time..."

Mrs. Chen thought the same in her heart, so she got up, "Please follow me."

Everyone came to the room where Chen Ang was, and before entering the door, they smelled a strong smell of herbs.

Li Zichun nodded, "This herbal medicine is Zhongzhengpingping, it is a slow and fine tonic medicine, and it is also suitable for the disease at this time."

Hearing Li Zichun's words, Mrs. Chen's complexion became brighter again, which showed that she was right in insisting on asking the servants to feed the master these few days.

After entering the room, several pretty maids were serving the man on the bed. A middle-aged man was haggard, his eyes were lifeless, only the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he made an incomprehensible sound. He was lying on the couch without moving.

When Mrs. Chen saw this scene, she immediately choked up and wanted to cry but couldn't.

The tears had been shed a few days ago.

Kong Hui had a compassionate expression on his face: "Amitabha, the benefactor, may I ask when the benefactor Chen Ang will start to look like this?"

Mrs. Chen's voice was choked up, "Master was fine seven days ago when he came back that day, but when he woke up the next morning, he found out that Master was in this state."

Kong Hui chanted the Buddha's name, observed Chen Ang carefully, and looked around the room.

Sighing, "I see, I see."

Mrs. Chen was both surprised and delighted, "Master Kong Hui, are you saved?"

Kong Hui sighed, "Benefactor Chen has committed a serious crime!"

(End of this chapter)