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"Bah, it must be that the Li clan has done a lot of bad things and suffered retribution." The person who said that there was a death lawsuit in the Li clan's family before spit thick phlegm on the ground.

"Speak carefully, the Li family of this Hu county is a member of the royal family..."

Hearing these people's discussions, Li Wangyou's mouth couldn't help but curve into an arc.

The old man beside him looked at Li Wangyou in amazement. Thinking of Li Wangyou's assertion that the monk could not drive away the kid, he couldn't help being curious: "As Xiao Lang said, how did Xiao Lang know?"

Li Wangyou smiled and said, "Guess."

The obvious perfunctory words made the old man squint at him.

But Li Wangyou suddenly thought of something, squeezed past the person who said that there was a death lawsuit in the family of the head of the Li clan, and whispered a few words in that person's ear.

But the man shook his head first, then hesitated for a moment, and exchanged a few words with Li Wangyou in a low voice.Li Wangyou thanked that person, then turned back and continued to stand outside the crowd to watch the fun.

The old man has been watching Li Wangyou's every move curiously, and when he came back, he asked in a low voice: "What did Xiao Lang ask? I wonder if I can tell the old man a thing or two?"

Li Wangyou showed eight white teeth to the old man: "The Buddha said, don't speak."

It was this sentence again, the old man's curiosity was aroused, but he was almost pissed off by his unspeakable sentence.The old servant beside him glared and wanted to reprimand Li Wangyou, but the old man stopped him with a wave of his hand.

The old and the young continued to stand in the crowd watching the fun, but saw the monk closed his eyes again and said nothing.

The old patriarch of the Li clan and the elders of the Yigan clan just begged. After seeing the miraculous scene with their own eyes, they now completely believe what the monk said.

After a long time, the monk sighed again: "Amitabha, that's all. The poor monk will practice for ten years and fight this little ghost for you."

The monk ordered someone to bring a bucket of clean water and a piece of white paper, and immediately a servant of the Li family ran away quickly, and came back with a bucket of clean water and a piece of white paper after a while.

Seeing that the monk wanted to fight the little devil in the street, the crowd of onlookers on Shizi Street became more and more.

After all, Li Wangyou is now sixteen years old, with a thin body. He was bumped into miserable by the people who squeezed over to watch, and was almost squeezed out of the crowd.

He turned around and saw the bullock cart of the old man beside him, rolled his eyes, and persuaded the old man beside him that there are too many people here, it is better to stand back on the bullock cart and watch.

The old man smiled and nodded, and with the help of his old servant and Li Wangyou, he slowly boarded the bullock cart again.

Li Wangyou got close to the old man, and wanted to climb into the bullock cart together to watch, but was stopped by the old man's hand.

"Xiao Lang, you can't get in this old car."

Li Wangyou was a little dumbfounded: "Why?"

"The Buddha said, don't say it, don't say it, haha." The old man laughed like a naughty boy who succeeded in pranking.

But it made Li Wangyou's nose almost crooked, the old man was taking revenge on himself.

Smiling and rubbing his nose, Li Wangyou looked around.

At this moment, the place where people can stand on both sides of the street is full of people, and even the walls are full of spectators, so where do I go to find a place to watch the excitement?

Li Wangyou looked pitifully at the old man who was proudly standing on the bullock cart to watch the fun, the old man couldn't help but twitched his beard and laughed, and stretched out his hand to beckon him to get on the car.

An old man and a young man stood side by side on the bullock cart to watch the excitement. The old man couldn't help admonishing him, "Xiao Lang, you must be kind."

These words made Li Wangyou dazed for a while, and almost wanted to ask the old man if you also traveled through time?Are you a fan of National Teacher?

The old man smiled and cupped his hands, Li Wangyou didn't say much, and continued to look into the crowd.

But he saw the monk muttering Buddhist scriptures, and looked at the old patriarch after a while: "The little ghost has a grudge against you. Only you can resolve this matter, and you can only help the poor and the hated."

His words made the old patriarch of the Li clan tremble like a sieve, and kowtowed: "Master, save me! Please teach me how to do it? It doesn't matter how much money is needed."

"What do the monks want those Adus for?" The monk said indifferently, "The poor monk here has a colorful rope passed down by the Buddha, and I can borrow it from you."

After speaking, the monk took out a long colorful rope from his arms, placed the colorful rope on the ground and laid it in a circle, signaling the elders to stand in the rope circle.

"This is the five-color rope passed down by the Buddha, which can avoid diseases and ghosts, and prevent disease and plague. It cannot be burned without the three-flavored real fire. After I ignite this five-color rope, I will be able to protect you from being entangled by that little ghost."

The old patriarch was skeptical, and stepped forward to stand in the rope circle.

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The monk directly lit the colorful ropes on the ground with fire, and only after all the colorful ropes started to burn did he say: "Stretch out your hand!"

The old patriarch stretched out his hands tremblingly, but saw the monk take out his alms bowl, and signaled Li's slaves to fetch a bowl of water for him.

After the water was brought, he recited scriptures again, and then asked the old patriarch to put his hands into the bowl to clean his hands.

After the old patriarch took out his alms bowl with wet hands, the monk shouted violently: "The fate between you and the little devil has gathered both hands, and quickly slapped the paper!"

He pointed to the white paper brought by Li's servants earlier, and motioned for the old patriarch to pat it with both hands.

As the old patriarch clapped his palms down, his body trembled more violently, and the elders of the Li family could not help but step back a few steps.

The crowd of onlookers burst into exclamation, and the crowd retreated one after another.

Li Wangyou and the old man could see clearly from the bullock cart that there were two bloody handprints on the white paper, and the bright red blood was still flowing down the handprints.

"This... Could it be that there is really a wronged soul?" The old man's eyes widened, and he muttered to himself in disbelief.

The monk reached out to take the white paper with bloody fingerprints on it, and threw it directly into the bucket filled with clean water.

However, he saw that the monk had made a seal of subduing demons in his hand, put his right hand on his right knee, and touched the ground with his fingers to show that he subdued the demons.Chanting scriptures in his mouth, his handprints were drawn across the top of the bucket.

But to everyone's astonishment, a puff of smoke suddenly rose from the clear water in the bucket, and then sparks burst out, exploding with a bang, splashing the clear water in the bucket everywhere.

This sudden explosion caused the crowd to exclaim for a while, and more people knelt down and kowtowed to the monk.

The old man beside Li Wangyou clasped his hands together, and kept silently reciting Buddhist scriptures to suppress the shock in his heart.

The monk was indifferent, as if he had done something trivial.

He bent down and reached out to pick up the five-colored rope that was still burning, and extinguished the flame. Everyone was surprised to find that the five-colored rope was still intact, with no trace of being burned at all.

"Baby, it's really a Buddhist baby!"

"If you really need Sanwei Zhenhuo to burn this treasure, ordinary fire will be completely useless."

"The master just said that this colorful rope can avoid diseases, eliminate ghosts, and prevent diseases and plagues. It is a great treasure in front of you."

"Master, but the little ghost who pestered us has already been punished?" The old patriarch cared about the little ghost who pestered him.

"That's right, the little ghost has been saved, you can go now." The monk didn't say much, and sat cross-legged back on the side of the street, closing his eyes and resting his mind.

"Thank you Master for saving your life."

The patriarch of the Li clan felt his body, and he really felt a little lighter.He turned his gaze to the colorful rope held in the monk's hand, his eyes full of greed.