The witch doctor's character can't be broken

The water was gurgling and boiling in the small tea stove, and there was less noisy human voices in the small medical hall, and it was rare to be a little quiet under the dim yellow sunset.

Zhao Ji waited patiently for Chen Qiwen to finish making the tea, then cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Doctor, I have one more thing to do for you this time."

The young gentleman who sat beside him folded his palms and recited the Buddha's name, and continued to the doctor, "It's for the old monk's business."

The son has long black hair, half of which is tied in a bun and tied with a crown, and half of it is draped over his back.It's really strange to see him stand still, neither old nor monk, but call him an old monk.

The person sent to Changqing, Shandong Province, was obviously to invite an old monk who had attained Taoism, but he brought back a handsome young man.Zhao Ji and Shen Yulin had already heard the tortuous and complicated reasons here, and Chen Qiwen listened carefully to what the young man said with his ears pricked up.

According to the young master, he was originally a monk of Gantong Temple in Changqing County, Shandong Province, and his Dharma name was Huijing.Huijing kept the precepts, chanted scriptures and studied Buddhism all his life. He lived to be in good health until he was over 80 years old, and he also took in many disciples.

One day he fell and felt that his soul was floating for a long time, and when he woke up, he looked like this.

The owner of this bag is surnamed Wang, who was originally from Henan.He was also a son of an official family in the past, but later he stopped being an official because of his family's decline. He lived a very prosperous life by relying on his family property, and he also kept many concubines and maidservants. .

The prince was idle and had nothing to do, so he set up an eagle, led a dog, and led his servants to go hunting in the mountains with their horses.For some reason, the horse was startled, and the horse galloped for several miles, Wang Gongzi fell down, and was taken over by Hui Jing.

"This old man is a monk, he doesn't understand economics and official career, and it is even more difficult to face his concubines in his mansion, so he broke the door and went back to Gantong Temple as usual."

There are many female relatives in the prince's family, and when they heard that he had fallen, they all came to visit him.The benefactors, who painted eyebrows and eyes, squeezed one by one beside his couch, grabbing his hand and putting it on her chest, asking him to listen to "plopping little heart".Huijing has never seen such a battle before, no matter how much he regards them as pink skeletons, they are also other people's wives, so it's not easy to make a mistake.

In addition to the problem of female sex, there are seven or eight housekeepers in the mansion. Seeing that he has recovered from his injuries, they all hold several stacks of thick ledgers for him to read, and they also come to ask him for instructions on income and expenditure.He has been knocking wooden fish all his life, how can he understand these things?

Huijing looked at the silk, satin, silk, and big fish and meat that were sent every day, and didn't understand why the Buddha gave him such a test, so he finally ran away from home unbearably.

Huijing said with a look of shame on his face, "When I returned to the temple and saw the tomb my disciples erected, I realized that I fell and passed away."

It must be his soul that forcibly occupied the body of the prince, causing the prince to disappear.

Chen Qiwen was dumbfounded when he heard this. The soul of an 80-year-old monk lived in this young body.

Zhao Ji and Shen Yulin had already listened to it once, and when they heard Hui Jing's eloquent talk, they still felt amused.If someone suddenly took over his identity, wouldn't it mean that his relatives in the family, his fame, and even his name would all be gone?

Zhao Ji has not married yet, but Shen Yulin has a wife and son.

He gritted his teeth with hatred when he thought of his own wife making quilts and making beds for others, and doing housework, and the two children pretending to be the father of a thief.

The doctor put down the teacup continuously, "What do you want?"

Hui Jing said: "I heard that the benefactor has some extraordinary means, and I want to ask the benefactor to find the soul of the prince and help him return to his original position."

"This is easy. What about the reward?" The doctor tapped his finger on the table with a faint smile on his lips.

Huijing was taken aback, and took out a small relic from her bosom, "This is the reward for the benefactor."

He stumbled and fell, and when he got up he died.After the disciples cremated his body, the ashes were buried in the tomb, and the relic was enshrined in the high tower in the temple.He escaped from the Wang family in Henan and returned to Gantong Temple to meet his disciples, and the relic was returned to him.

Later, King Xuan sent someone to invite him. The disciples were afraid that the ghosts and gods would not win the trust of the officials and would lead to disasters, so they wanted to take him to flee to the mountains.Unexpectedly, those people were very talkative, they asked him carefully, and immediately took him to Beijing.The relics were also brought along.

The relic is the condensation of the merits of the monk's life, and it is the most pure and holy thing in Buddhism.Even though Huijing kept the precepts all his life and had profound karma, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't believe that he would be lucky enough to cultivate relics.

"You're willing." The doctor glanced intermittently at the shiny amber beads, and carefully looked at the person in front of him.

Prince Wang's appearance is not bad, but he is drunk and doesn't know how to take care of himself, and he has been fatigued for a long time.A pair of amorous peach blossom eyes are naturally upward, and I don't know how many romances are piled in them. Compared with those low-level seductive wild foxes, they are not much better.

It's a pity that those two eyeballs were so dark that there was no ripple in them.

"Amitabha."

Huijing didn't feel it was a pity, he put the relic into the doctor's hands, clasped his hands together and said, "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The old man's lifespan is over, but the prince is still young, and now this skin is taken by the old man. The dove occupies the magpie's nest, and I really feel uneasy."

The doctor twirled the beads continuously and looked at the light, seeing the vast merits and virtues contained in it, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

The old monk has only lived for more than 80 years, so he can cultivate so many merits?

"I don't know how you practice on weekdays?"

Huijing truthfully said: "Get up in the morning to recite the scriptures for the morning class, explain the doubts for the disciples in the afternoon, and copy and translate the scriptures in the Sutra Pavilion in the evening. This is the case every day."

The doctor continued to ask: "Besides that?"

Huijing pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Other than that, there is nothing else to do."

The doctor continued to ask no more questions, and twisted the relic, his expression calmed down.It turns out that the blessed human race can so easily obtain what the witch race is eager for, and it is true that "the heavens have the virtue of being good at life."

"I don't know where Master Huijing arranges to stay?" Chen Qiwen glanced at Zhao Ji, the palace is spacious, but it's just that such a rich and luxurious place may not be suitable for monks.

"Let's live in the East Wing." The doctor stood up suddenly.

He never used the house, never slept on the couch, the west wing was occasionally occupied by injured people, and the east wing was always empty.

Hui Jing wanted to say "excuse me", but saw the flying sleeves flashing away, and he didn't know where it was going.

He can subdue the evil Erqing, see through Xiaoqing's evil spirit, and knows that the snake man is a kind person for many generations, but he just can't see through this young man.

"Mr. Doctor doesn't seem very happy." Zhao Ji poked Chen Qiwen, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

"I can't catch up." Chen Qiwen put away the cups and spontaneously led Hui Jing to look at the house.

The lush vegetation in the suburbs of Beijing is full of green hills and green trees, unlike the bustling Beijing, which makes you feel refreshed and happy.

Liu Ye'er and a few little girls picked wild flowers to weave corollas together, chatted about trivial private matters, somehow mentioned important life events, and all of them blushed.

"According to me, if I can be half as good as the young doctor... No, if my fingernails look good, I will have no regrets in this life!"

Liu Ye'er laughed loudly, and pinched the little sister's round face, "Shame, shame, shame!"

"Ye'er, your house is opposite to the young doctor's, do you want to get the moon first?"

The girls laughed for a while, Liu Ye'er rested her chin and looked at the little flowers on the skirt, "Oh——"

She sighed old-fashionedly, and said again: "Young doctor is an exiled immortal in the sky, I dare not blaspheme, just look at him from a distance, this life is worth it!"

The young doctor is gentle and polite, sincere and generous to others, his superb medical skills are appreciated by His Majesty, and he is so good-looking, one can tell that he is not an ordinary person at a glance.They are just passers-by on the journey of the young doctor, and they cannot hinder the young doctor's ascension.

The doctor sat down on the leeward hillside, pursing his lips and chuckling while flipping through roasted rabbits.

In two or three years, they will also be wives and mothers.Now they are still a group of little girls in the golden age of cardamom. The most troublesome thing is the daily little things in the spring boudoir, and the most regrettable thing is the little man who was amazed by him when he was young.

The burnt fragrance of the rabbit lingered, and was blown farther by the wind.Liu Ye'er was in the upper air, but she was still keenly aware of it.

"smell good!"

She held up her skirt and ran over, her combed buns scattered, her whole body was full of playfulness and vigor of a girl, she didn't look like she almost died in the plague at all.

"Ye'er, wait a minute." The little sisters chased after him, yelling to go and see together.

The doctor shook his head intermittently, and carried the rabbit to the depths of the forest.When he was in a bad mood, his hands would itch, and he wanted to make something to eat, but this boredom immediately faded away in the laughter of the girls.

One day, the girls of his Wu clan will be so carefree.

"There's still an unburned bonfire here."

The girls rushed down the hill and rolled several times in the grass.

"There is also a rabbit skin." Liu Ye'er dragged out a bloody skin from the side, "If it weren't for my family running a pawnshop and seeing it a lot since I was a child, I really don't believe there is such a big rabbit!"

It was even bigger than a bearskin.

"Then let's take it back and ask Uncle Liu for candy!"

"I don't eat sugar, I'm afraid of toothache."

The girls laughed again, and Liu Ye'er touched the newly woven garland around her neck, feeling a little chilly, "No, how could there be such a big rabbit? Our fur kids often come out to catch rabbits, if there is such a big rabbit Yes, it must have spread early in the morning."

"Did you miss it, maybe this is not a rabbit?"

Liu Ye'er touched and touched the white fur, and said with certainty: "This is a rabbit."

The girls fell silent for a moment, feeling a little cold when they touched their arms.

The firewood in the bonfire hadn't burned out, and it crackled in the fire, Liu Ye'er took a deep breath, "It's getting late, we'd better go home soon."

The setting sun has completely set in the west, and the originally bright sunset glow has also turned into misty dark clouds.

A gust of wind blew by, and a garland woven with small blue flowers fell to the ground. Someone kicked it into the bonfire, and the petals were quickly scorched.