Cultivate Wujian and Raise a White Dragon

It turned out to be a farewell.

Bailong looked at the crowd curiously, there were so many people, it seemed like the whole village had come.This is the grain drying field at the entrance of the village, otherwise it would not be able to stand.The widow who Bu Qingyun helped carry water that day was also among them, and judging by her expression, she seemed unwilling to appear here.

The leader should be a person with prestige like the village head. His hair is slightly white, he has a tall physique made by doing farm work, his eyes are naturally hanging, and his head is raised slightly backwards. Looking at a poor monk in patched clothes, his attitude is inevitably somewhat arrogant.

The village chief first counted Bu Qingyun's deeds of doing good deeds and helping others these days, especially when he mentioned the blacksmith's burns that healed quickly, and then got to the point, persuading Bu Qingyun to stay in the "Temple of Earth" and stay in their beautiful and simple folk customs. in the village.

Hearing what he said, Bailong flicked his tail in displeasure. Although Bailong was not happy to go westward, all the "earth temples" were ruined. Ruin the temple and stay in the sky?

At this time, the village head changed the subject and said that if Bu Qingyun didn't want to stay, the village wouldn't complain, after all, the Earth Temple is really not very gorgeous, so please be merciful to Bu Qingyun, and leave the prescription to cure the blacksmith In the future, there will still be burnt people in the village, which can be regarded as Bu Qingyun's merit in saving people.

Bailong was angry.

The village chief not only wanted to grab the medicine, but also made it sound like Bu Qingyun, as a monk, disliked Miao Xiao and refused to stay. How could there be such a reason?

Bailong stood up and turned his head to look at Bu Qingyun's face, only to find that Bu Qingyun still looked gentle.

Bu Qingyun said "Oh" and asked very normally: "Then what if I don't give it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the widow who was standing in the back row of the crowd went limp, and sat on the ground blankly, looking as if she was heartbroken.The village head approached Bu Qingyun and said in a low voice, "You went into Widow Zhang's yard to fetch water that day?"

The implication is self-explanatory.

Bu Qingyun suddenly stretched out his hand, scaring the village chief back a step, but seeing Bu Qingyun holding his own shoulder strangely, the village chief heaved a sigh of relief, secretly thinking in his heart that it is really not a big person who asks for hardship to be a monk normal.

!Bu Qingyun firmly held the little white dragon who was about to explode, and said to the village chief: "Bring a pen and paper."

The village chief laughed and waved his hand majestically. The crowd dispersed, and there was a low table behind. On the table were a rough brush, a dusty ink cartridge, and a bowl of water.

Even grinding ink had to be done by Bu Qingyun himself.

The most inferior ink cartridges, the ground ink is not only gray and dark, but also mixed with the impurity mixed in the ink making, looking dirty, the irony is that the ink cartridges are also self-proclaimed and printed with "first-class fragrant ink". It is ironic and humorous in response to the current humorous world situation. It is like a microcosm of the world. From this point of view, it is indeed "first class". Thinking about it this way, Bu Qingyun finds it interesting.

Bu Qingyun grinds ink and brushes leisurely, not like a monk who is threatened by villagers, but like a son-in-law who is playing and writing in his study.

In fact, Bu Qingyun is not as relaxed as he looks.He had suffered a lot from villagers grabbing prescriptions, so he didn't care much.What he cared about was the little white dragon who disappeared angrily.

I don't know how long it will take for Bailong's anger to dissipate this time.

Bu Qingyun put down his pen and handed the written prescription to the village head.

The village chief handed it to a poor scholar standing next to him, probably a village doctor who knew some medical science. The poor scholar read it carefully, with a look of ecstasy on his face, and nodded to the village chief. The village chief also showed his joy, and did not stop Bu Qingyun again.

When he was about to pass by the village head, Bu Qingyun stopped in his tracks, and then ordered: "This is a very common burn plaster, and it's a test of its weight. If you sell it, it's better to sell it than a prescription, so as not to cause trouble to the upper body. Selling prescriptions Don't go to the city either, the pharmacy in the city won't buy such an ordinary prescription."

The village head's old face was flushed red by the truth, and he couldn't say anything clever to refute for a while.

The man who looked like a poor scholar was a man of the city, and immediately said bitterly: "Good monk, you are a monk! The village chief is just thinking of the villagers, and left a prescription to prepare for emergencies. Why do you think of buying and selling? In your heart You only see what you see in your eyes! You also have a foreigner who is neither yin nor yang, I am afraid he is not a spy! Village chief, get rid of this fake monk quickly! lest we dirty the earth temple in our village!"

"Exactly so", listen to the quick words of the think tank and stand up!Feng, the village chief returned to his majestic appearance, "I didn't expect to be a fool! Bah! Drive them away! If we don't leave, we will report to the police!"

The village head spoke like this, and none of the villagers wanted to be put on shoes in the future. These days, the villagers who Bu Qingyun helped and did not help all took action, yelling and cursing behind Bu Qingyun and Wu Boli, and the crowd pushed them to the outside of the village .

As if he didn't hear the foul language from the villagers, Bu Qingyun walked neither fast nor slow, so Wu Boli also walked neither fast nor slow.

For Wu Boli, he believed that everything the lord did was meaningful, since Bu Qingyun was not in a hurry to leave, he regarded this situation as a practice, not only walked calmly, but also with a smile on his face, From time to time, he nodded to the villagers who rushed to him and met his eyes.

Wu Boli is not from the Central Plains at first glance, but now he still smiles in the face of insults, and the villagers regard him as a fool and become more and more unscrupulous.Especially the children who don't know much about things, the first few discussed with smirks, each took a bag of small stones in their clothes, and took a slingshot, aiming at Bu Qingyun and Wu Boli.

With this group of urchins doing the work for them, the villagers were happy to see the success, so they all stopped and hid by the side of the road.

The slingshot shot out stones at an extremely fast speed, hitting the two of them with a whizzing sound, if they were shot, they would definitely be bleeding.

There was no sound of stones falling to the ground, but the backs of Bu Qingyun and Wu Boli were still moving forward slowly, and there was no sign of being hit.

Missed?

The urchins rubbed their eyes and came again.

Come again.

Come again.

None of the stones that flew out landed.

It was as if they had all disappeared out of thin air.

The villagers who noticed were a little panicked, but the villagers who didn't notice the abnormality were still teasing these urchins, saying that they were not good at ejaculation.

Two or three urchins threw away the slingshots in their hands, sat on the ground and burst into tears.

The panicked villagers beat the children twice and ordered them not to cry anymore. Everyone walked back to the village in dispirited mood. The village chief and the village doctor had already closed the door to discuss major issues. The villagers wanted to go home and go back to the fields to work I was afraid that the village chief would have something to reprimand me, and what happened just now made my heart shudder, so everyone was still standing in the grain drying field!On the night, the acquaintances gathered together and whispered.

The village head and the village doctor discussed important matters, and they pushed the door out with a greedy smile, and were startled by the villagers.

"What are you doing standing here!" the village chief scolded angrily.

Afraid of being remembered by the village chief, no one dared to answer, but the idle brother-in-law of the village chief's family replied: "Village chief, we drove those two fake monks away."

The village chief nodded slightly, and said impatiently: "Understood. Let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden gust of cold wind.

The wind came and went quickly, and it was extremely cold, like the rain when the snow melted in early spring, and even the bones felt cold.

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Before anyone could open their mouths, there was a burst of stone-sized hail and rain, crackling from the sky, cold and painful, making everyone cry.

Hailstorms in summer, although rare, did not never happen, everyone just said it was bad luck.The strange thing is that when the hail stopped, the villagers rushed home to check that the houses, pigpens, etc. were not damaged, and even the wheat seedlings in the field were fine, except that half of the house of the village head was smashed down. Pour in a mulberry tree.

It is said that later, the village head allocated a small amount of money from selling medicines to repair the earth temple, which also offered an immortal.The village head was unwilling to spend money to buy a Buddha statue from a temple in the outskirts of the city, so he asked a carpenter in the village to carve one, but it could only be seen that it was in the shape of a human being, not what kind of god it was.The villagers call it "Master Monk" in private, and it is said that sometimes it is very effective to pay a visit.

This is something that Bu Qingyun doesn't know, neither does Bai Long.

When Bailong rained hail, he lay on the clouds and watched the people in the village silently praying at home in fear and rolling in the clouds with laughter.

Rolling and rolling, he was a little hungry, but Bu Qingyun just made him angry, it would be too embarrassing to go down to look for him now, Bailong's happy mood just now became unhappy, and he felt even more hungry.

Looking at the back with Wu Boli going away, Bailong made a serious note to Bu Qingyun.

He has decided that for at least three days, he will not go to see Bu Qingyun, nor pick apples for Bu Qingyun. Whoever gives in to Bu Qingyun will always make him angry.

Why go to Tianzhu, this Bu Qingyun is disobedient, really annoying the dragon.

He must pull Bu Qingyun back from Buddhism.