C138 (1/2)

They sat and talked about the evening. The weather changed again and again. Finally, it began to rain. The deacon and the young monk came over: ”Elder, it's raining. Hurry back to the house.” Four Emptiness Realm Experts said, ”Arrange for the guests to rest at the back. It's dark today, and I'm about to take charge of the lights. ” The two stood up and said their goodbyes. Then, Sikong Zhaixing and the deacon went back to their room.

When Fa Ming followed the young monk to the back, he saw several bungalows surrounded by clean, neatly decorated walls, as if they were in meditation. Ignoring the scrutiny, Farmer followed the young monk into a room. The interior was simple, with only a wooden bed and a table for eight immortals. On the table was a candlestick, and on the bed was a length of cypress two feet long.

The young monk lit the candle, and the room was immediately lit up by the burning flames. The young monk said, ”This is my room. You can rest here by yourself. If Master has anything to do at night, he can just knock on the door. ” After which, he pointed to the wall.

”I don't have the habit of eating tea at night, so I won't have to trouble you,” he said. While the rain is still falling, let's quickly find a place to rest. ” The young monk said, ”Good night, Master!” He said goodbye and left.

”The monks here are frugal,” he guessed as he read the rough wood that had been placed on the bed. This piece of cypress, with its thick skin and warm skin, must have been used as a pillow in sleep. This thing has the effect of dispelling dampness, clearing away heat and relieving fire, it can awaken the mind. Once a person laid on a pillow, would it still be able to sleep? ”Let's try it out tonight.”

Feeling the heat in the room, Farmer lowered the sleeper and opened the window. Then he took off his coat, put the pillowcase down, and lay down on the bed. After lying down for a while, he felt uncomfortable on his pillow. Then, he got up and folded up the cloth, placed it on top of the pillow, and lay down again. Only then did he feel comfortable.

After lying down for a short while, the sound of the pines and roars could be heard from outside the room. Fearing that he would not be able to sleep, Farmer got up and closed the window. It was raining heavily again. The rain drummed on the roof, making a noise so loud that Farmer couldn't sleep.

It wasn't until the third fragment of the night that Fa Ming finally fell asleep. He had just fallen asleep when a thunderous sound woke him up. Farmer had been tormented to the point that he had not fallen asleep even after dawn. It was already dawn before he finally fell asleep.

Farmer felt like he had reached the foot of Lau Mountain. He was looking down the road to Tai Qing Palace when he saw a group of German soldiers armed with guns coming from the opposite direction with Yuan Ming in tow. On Yuan Ming's head and body, wounds were all over the place and blood was all over the place. A German soldier was carrying Yuan Ming's bag. When he looked closely at the package, he saw that it was the same one from International Purple Plate. Fa Ming was stunned. He wanted to snatch the bundle, but he was worried that he would not be able to save Yuan Ming.

At this time, Yuan Ming suddenly saw Fa Ming and shouted, ”Master, quickly come and save me! The foreign devil stole our treasure. That's it. Hurry up and take it back! ”

Fa Ming swept his gaze over his enemies. Angry, he flew into the middle of the crowd and grabbed the bundle with both hands. He then fiercely snatched it from that person's hands. With a chirping sound, the 'International Purple White Plate' landed in Fa Ming's hands. He was overjoyed and was woken up by the sound of her voice. He felt as if he were holding something in his hand. He looked quickly and saw that he was holding the bed railing. Only then did he realize that he had been having a nightmare. In his dream, he had torn the wooden beam at the head of his bed.

Farmer rubbed his eyes and looked at the broken bed. Suddenly, he heard someone call out from outside, ”Master, are you awake? Something terrible had happened! Our Elder couldn't do it in one night. ” It is: Good fortune and good fortune should be a few days, meeting the law does not believe in people.

When Fa Ming heard the little monk's cry, he hurriedly replied and put on his clothes. Fa Ming heart said: ”Is it really a good fortune to meet the number of days? Why couldn't the elders do it in one night? I don't believe in fate. I will use my medical skills to revive him. Let's see if I'm right, or if the elder's calculations are correct. ”

Farmer opened the door and placed the monk inside. Seeing the young monk wearing a straw cape and carrying one under his arm, he walked into the room and said, ”Master, quickly go take a look. overnight, our elder is so ill that he can't speak, his voice is weak, and he's already dying. ” ”Why didn't you come to see me at night?” The monk said: ”We were stopped by the torrential rain all night and no one came to see the elders. ”I just realized that the Elder is very sick.”

Without asking further questions, he put on his raincoat and followed the young monk to the elder's bed. He saw a few monks in charge guarding the bed. Lying on his back on the bed, his eyes were tightly shut, his brows were tightly knitted, and his breathing was light. ”Living Buddha.” How are you doing? ” Four empty eyes slightly open, lips slightly moving and unable to speak.

Don't look at how ill the Elder is,” he said. ”His mind is clear; he can take the medicine; he can take the medicine, and I can save him.” Farmer leaned over and listened to the breathing in the air, heard the gurgling of phlegm. Just as Fa Ming was trying to figure out what was going on, a few monks came in and formed a circle. Someone even asked, ”How is our elder's sickness? Do you want to prepare a coffin?

Hearing this, Fa Ming was dissatisfied, but he ignored him and continued to meticulously cut out blood veins in the air. He saw that the blood vessels in the four voids were slithering slowly, and there was no sign of sparrow pecking or house leakage. He said to the crowd, ”All of you must be careful not to speak carelessly. The elder will be fine after I take some medicine and recuperate. What coffin are you preparing for!? ”

First, Fa Ming used the trident needle to pierce the pure yang acupoints in the four corners of the space. Then, he used the round needle to pierce the pure yin acupoints in the four spaces of the sky. He then flipped his body over, spitting out a lot of phlegm from his throat. Unexpectedly, with the flip, the Qi in the air became even weaker.