There is no cloud, and the sky is as clear as a washing.

The breeze blew slowly, and the green weeds on the earth kept swaying left and right, stretching their waists.

On the spacious official road in Takizawa Prefecture, a monk was walking gradually with a smile. The monk's brown monk's robe was loose, revealing the bronze skin on his chest, and his feet were like palm-leaf fans, walking barefoot on the earth.

In the wide palm, there was a broken palm fan. Many places on it were damaged, one after another.

The monk squirted his palm-leaf fan while walking, and his smile was always very down-to-earth.

A pavilion appeared in front of it, with flying eaves and horns, and it was extraordinary, but there were traces of decay on it, and a sense of decay could not be concealed.

Three carriages were staying not far from the pavilion. At this time, there was a large man with a burly figure, bending over and busy, constantly giving the horses water.

There were dark-skinned men sitting in the pavilion. They were sitting together, using the pavilion to take advantage of the pavilion to take a break from the summer heat.

The monk slowly walked to the pavilion, holding a palm fan in his right hand, slowly approached his chest with his left hand, and whispered: "Amitabha."

"Can the donor give me a sip of water?"

The man in front of the monk looked at the monk coming to his face, but he was alert and alert.

Although today's peace and the laws of Da Chu are rigorous, all the bandits and bandits have been cleaned up.

But the Great Chu was too big. Once there were too many people, they would be in all kinds of situations. There were many people who wanted to see money, especially caravans like them. When they encountered such strange people, they could not help but be careful.

"Give this master a kettle."

A man with gray hair preached, his clothes and age were obviously the manager of the caravan. He looked at the monks and most of the time he looked at the other party's barefoots.

With this outfit, it must be a strange person. If you walk outside, you don’t want to meddle in other people’s business. If you can get less, you will have less.

After the monk took the kettle, he thanked him politely and started drinking at it.

The Adam's apple on his throat kept shaking, and the water in the kettle was already drunk in a blink of an eye. After handing the kettle to the other party, the monk ignored the surprise in their eyes and said gently: "The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water."

"I have drunk this water and formed a connection with the donors. I have a word to give me some advice."

"Takizawa Prefecture is not a good place to go. When you arrive in Takizawa Prefecture, you must leave within ten days, otherwise you will suffer a sudden disaster."

The man who had just taken the kettle heard the monk's words. Even if the other party had a good appearance and was not a good target for provocation, he still could not hide the anger in his heart. He said in an angry tone: "You!"

"Shut up!"

The manager scolded him, reached out to stop the man from saying what he wanted to say, and pointed at the monk, "We know what Master."

The monk smiled as usual, shaking his palm fan or not, and slowly moved forward.

Seeing the monk disappearing from his sight, the man then said unwillingly: "The monk is cursing us, what kind of disaster will be suffered."

The manager pulled the man's clothes and said calmly: "This extraordinary appearance is either a liar or a real skill."

"These words of belief and non-belief are all in us."

"No matter whether he is true or false, there is no conflict with us, so why bother to offend us?"

The man had just nodded and immediately exclaimed: "Uncle Wang, look?"

The kettle in my hand was originally empty, but at this time there was a full of water. As the man moved, the water in the kettle continued to ripple, and a fragrance came from it.

Seeing this scene, the manager looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "This is a master with real skills."

"Get up, get up, and it's harder to do the next one. We rushed to Takizawa Prefecture as soon as possible and dispose of the goods and leave Takizawa."

If you just abandon the goods and don’t go to Takizawa, the person in charge of the business would not have the intention to burn the boat, but according to the ten-day statement, it is not difficult.

Holding the abnormal kettle in his hand, he murmured to himself:

"It's better to believe that it has than to believe that it has nothing."

At this time, the monk had already arrived at Wangjiazhuang outside Takizawa Prefecture.

The monk tilted his palm-leaf fan and sat upright on a bluestone, shaking his feet slightly. At the bottom of the bluestone, six children sat upright, dressed simply and had patches on them.

One by one, they looked at the monks and listened to the stories told by the monks.

The monk smiled, filled with a sense of affinity, and described a story with both voice and text: "When Zhao Tingli, the old minister of Dayan, experienced a painful struggle between his life and his old master."

"Zhao Tingli chose life and secretly passed on the affairs of the Great Yan Ghost Kingdom to the City God of Zhuo County."

"When Zhao Tingli came to the Great Yan Ghost Kingdom, he found that his former master had completely become an evil demon. But who would have thought that all this was fake? The King of Yan was actually disguised by outsiders."

The monk slowly told a vivid story slowly, and a smile appeared in the ears of the children.

"In the end, the Ghost King died, evil cannot defeat justice, justice once again defeats evil."

"But who knew that the matter had not been finished. There was a green leaf in the items left after the Ghost King's death. After absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it turned into willow branches."

"And this willow branch also has a shocking origin, and it actually involves Pufa Temple, one of the four Buddhas in the world."

The monk paused for a while, incited the palm-leaf fan, and continued to preach with a smile: "Pufa Temple has an extraordinary origin, and it is a great Bodhisattva's inheritance temple only under the Buddha."

"The latter part is this Pufa Temple."

A child suddenly interrupted and preached that this child was nine years old, and compared with other children, he seemed much more mature.

The monk shook his head slightly, pointed the palm fan in his hand at the child, shook it for a while and said, "No, no, no."

"Pufa Temple is not the real murderer behind the scenes, because someone deliberately framed him so that Pufa Temple could bear the crime, so that he would be removed from the four Buddhas and prevent the great Bodhisattva from successfully reviving from the world with the help of Pufa Temple."

"Who is that?"

A child was confused and asked again, asking as if one plus one was equal to a few, as if things were extremely simple, filled with innocence and brilliance.

The monk pointed at himself and said, "Of course I am a monk."

"Why?"

When he heard the question, the monk answered the question: "I am a good man, so naturally I have to stop the evil."

"Okay, I'm finished telling the story of me. Let's take all these sugar people to eat."

At some point, many sugar people appeared in the monk's hands, one of which happened to be released. The monk smiled as usual, smiling very brightly, watching the child who was eating sugar people happily left.
Chapter completed!