The witch doctor's character can't be broken

In the early morning, there was gradually a bustle of voices on the imperial street, and occasionally a soldier and guard from the city inspector walked by, bringing a burst of clanging metal sounds.

Hui Jie politely declined the solicitation from the street vendor, and went to the medical center by memory.

Chen Qiwen greeted the person quickly, and looked out for a while, "Why don't you see Mr. Doctor?"

"Amitabha." Hui Jing clasped his hands together, "The medical benefactor will escort all the female benefactors home, and will arrive later."

"Miss Liu and the others have found it! Is there any damage?"

Hui Jing hesitated and said: "The doctor has a way, so it shouldn't get in the way."

Chen Qiwen breathed a sigh of relief, moved a chair and sat at the door, and took a nap in the warm sunlight.

Zhao Ji was a little sleepy, raised his hand and took a sip of strong tea, and said to Shen Yulin: "This matter is over, let's go back home too."

Chen Qiwen also wanted to hear the doctor talk about his experience at night, so he said: "My lord and Brother Shen are going back to the mansion to recuperate, and I will stay overnight at Mr. Doctor's place to rest."

Zhao Ji's face darkened, and Shen Yulin hurriedly said: "Mr. Yi has no guest room."

Chen Qiwen said: "Sir, you don't sleep at night, the east chamber is empty."

Zhao Ji sighed, strode out the door, and stepped into the carriage of Prince Xuan's Mansion.Shen Yulin followed closely behind, turned around and immediately guarded him, leaning closer to the soft curtain and whispering: "Chen Sheng and Mr. Yi are friends of gentlemen."

"This king and Qiwen finally..."

The sigh was lost in the sound of the wind, and the horseshoes clattered around the corner, meeting the young man returning home.

His gait is calm and elegant, not much better than the royal family who cultivated their manners since childhood.The loose robe on her body is like new snow, without any wrinkles, and she walks leisurely on the street, every step is like a white crane on the sandy water, not tired of things, not restrained by dust, leisurely and expensive.

Who is the man of Baiyu.Zhao Ji covered the curtain, leaned against the car wall and slowly closed his eyes.

Hui Jing simply had some refreshments, and suddenly Chen Qiwen shouted happily: "Mr. Doctor!"

Doctor Xuanduan sat down opposite Huijing, and threw the two little demons tied with straw ropes to the ground.The eagle's abdomen was broken by the mud ball, and it shrank on the ground without moving. The rabbit was more energetic and was still kicking its legs angrily.

Chen Qiwen picked it up by the rabbit's ears, and asked with a smile, "Is this the wild game you hunted? It's a pity that I don't know how to pack it. Why don't you send it to the restaurant ahead and ask someone to cook it for you."

"Amitabha."

Huijing is a monk, and he couldn't hear such slanderous words, so he quickly explained: "This is not an ordinary wild animal in the mountains, but two eagle demons and rabbit demons who have cultivated to become fine."

After it has been cultivated into a human form, eating it will hurt the yin and birds of prey.

Chen Qiwen heard that it was a demon, so he threw the rabbit down in a bluff, and looked at the two little things suspiciously, "They... they caught Miss Liu?"

The doctor continued to nod his head, "A rabbit is transformed into a refined form, and its appearance is always flawed. It can restore the appearance with the essence of a beautiful woman." It's just detrimental to nature.

"Then this eagle..."

The doctor continued: "The rabbit's concubine."

"Concubine...concubine?" Chen Qiwen was stunned.

He was not surprised by this interracial love affair, but that this elegant, elegant, calm and elegant doctor actually knew such vulgar words!

The rabbit didn't respond to the word, and lay down beside the unconscious goshawk, licking its wound hesitantly.The doctor frowned continuously and pushed the rabbit away to prevent it from eating the eagle's blood. With his fingers dipped in the tea, he quickly drew a spirit-calling array.

"Can this recall the prince's soul?" Hui Jing stood up, staring at the water stains on the ground, "Is there anything I can do?"

Doctor Duan's expression was unnatural, as if there was something unresolved, and the atmosphere became serious.Chen Qiwen and Hui Jing didn't dare to talk anymore, for fear of ruining his spells.

Lang Yan's unique, fairy-like doctor frowned, thinking about whether to drive the two onlookers away, but in the end he didn't speak, and raised his hands to dance the witch clan's dance to communicate with heaven, earth, ghosts and gods.Without the accompaniment of drums and sheng, such a rough and unrestrained dance was suddenly performed, and the dancers were such lonely and cold people. The two onlookers were startled, and they didn't know what to do next to each other.

It's like Zhong Kui wearing a pomegranate skirt, Xi Shi pulling out willows upside down, Mr. Yi, who is as bright as the moon...

Chen Qiwen looked at it silently for a while, and vaguely remembered a derogatory term. It seemed that in his hometown, it was used to describe those strange professions who did not take medicine when they were sick, and only pretended to be ghosts and drank incense ashes.

The word is - witch.

This kind of behavior is called "jumping the gods".

Fortunately, this disillusioned scene did not last long, and the shock at the sudden change in the doctor's image was replaced by what he saw.

On the head of the goshawk with bloody fur, a dense forest was floating in the sky, a group of people came rushing from the forest path, the head of the man showed his face, it was the face that was so dark now.

This is Prince Wang.

Hui Jing stared intently, and saw Prince Wang bent his bow and set an arrow, and the bright red feathers of the arrow pierced into the belly of a wild fox like shooting stars.

A goshawk hovered in the sky, and the shadow cast by the sun was as big as a bucket, covering the prince's face, as if it was shaded under a tree.It was a bird of prey raised by the prince himself, specially used for hunting.

When it searches for prey in the sky, it swoops down and drives them to the vicinity of the Prince. When the prey is shot down by an arrow, it flies over to peck at their hearts and livers.

Wang Gongzi was very satisfied with the ferocious appearance of it tearing flesh and blood, he opened his mouth and laughed.

Unexpectedly, after the eagle finished eating, it suddenly flapped its wings and rushed towards the owner of the horse, sending up wind and sand all over the sky.The servants were blinded and pulled the reins to stabilize the horse. When they opened their eyes, they saw the prince fell to the ground with his head upside down, and fell headlong.

"Master!" The servants jumped off their horses and quickly ran to Prince Wang's side.

In the distance, an old monk came walking, his eyebrows and beard were already gray, but he did not see the tiredness of the old man, his back was straight, his bearing was high-spirited, his face was rosy, and he was full of energy.He was wearing a simple half-worn straight gown, his face was calm and comfortable, he didn't know what Buddhist principles he had understood, and he smiled knowingly.

Chen Qiwen asked in a low voice: "Is this Master Huijing?"

"It's the old monk." Hui Jing sighed lightly.

Suddenly seeing my own face, and then thinking of the three-foot-square Anshen low grave behind the Gantong Temple, the ancient well in my heart was uncontrollably rippling, sour and a little inexplicable.

The servants turned a blind eye to the old monk, and the monk didn't notice the steed in front of him. He passed the horse and walked in front of the prince, and was suddenly sucked into his body.

"Prince Prince" sighed, shaking his eyelids.

The servants were ecstatic, carried him onto the horse, and the group quickly left the woods.

The horse's hooves raised a large cloud of smoke and dust, and the mighty eagle circled a few times in the low altitude, with two sharp claws vacantly grasping, it flew into the sky again and disappeared.

"Is it the eagle raised by the prince?" Chen Qiwen looked at the dying goshawk on the ground, unable to figure out why it wanted to harm the prince.

Hui Jing said: "Prince Wang is still young, and he is just an ordinary rich man, so he can't subdue such a monster. This old master Yin has some skills, so he must deliberately get close to Young Master Wang and wait for an opportunity to assassinate him."

The doctor nodded his head continuously, "The monk will take the prince's skin, that's why."

"That's even more strange." Chen Qiwen scratched his head, "Could it be that they want to help Master Huijing extend his life? But how did they know when Master Huijing will pass away, and they are sure that he will pass by Prince Wang to hunt? place?"

"For mortals, it is naturally difficult. But they are spirits and monsters, and they have some means on their bodies. If you want to know good or bad luck, you can know it after a little calculation." Hui Jing knows a little more than Chen Qiwen, and he thought sigh.

No matter how they guessed, the doctor raised his hand and stroked Master Yin's chest, and saw that the soft and smooth fur was like tofu, and a gap was gently and delicately split, revealing the bloody and bright red internal organs.

"Come."

He hooked his fingers in the void, Master Yin's small heart shrank, and something was pulled out of it, and it was attached to the tip of the jade-colored index finger.

"Is this the soul of Prince Wang?" Chen Qiwen took a closer look, and saw a small transparent bubble on his fingertips, on which Prince Wang's face could be vaguely seen.

Is this the soul of man?He was dazed aside in a daze.

Huijing clapped his hands together and recited the sound of the Buddha, and asked the doctor, "How should I let the prince's body come out?"

The doctor rubbed his fingertips intermittently, and did not answer his question immediately, but said: "You have been in his body for a long time, and you have gradually become fit. If you are willing, you can use this to live for another few decades. .”

Hui Jing heard the hint in his words, and asked, "If you were a benefactor, how would you choose?"

"Nature is alive."

The witch clan has no soul, death is death, and there is no possibility of reincarnation, even the descendants of reincarnation have nothing to do.If he had such an adventure, it would be absolutely impossible for him to give up his body again.

As long as he is still alive, there are countless opportunities to turn things around.

Huijing smiled slightly, shook his head and said: "My Buddha is merciful, I don't want to do this."

Sensuality, lust, greed, hatred, and hatred are all illusions.That being the case, why bother to be persistent?There was peace in his heart, no resentment, no resentment, no fear, even the regret was very light, the whole person became light, as if breaking free from an invisible shackle, and dissipated between heaven and earth.

Like a cloud, a Xiufeng, a plain rain, a breath of new vegetation.

"Monk."

Huijing opened his eyes, he was still in the prince's skin, standing in front of this young man who was pure and profound, he heard him say: "You are going to become a Buddha."

Buddha?Huijing's heart was empty, and he thought for a long time before he remembered what a Buddha is.

He looked at the bustling world of mortals, and then at the western sky, with a faint resistance in his heart, but he still said: "Amitabha."

The sun was still hanging high in the sky, and the women in jingchai sarongs were shuttling among the vendors, carefully selecting vegetables for lunch, when suddenly someone glanced towards the west and opened their mouths and exclaimed: "Ah——"

"Why did Wanxia come out here?"

The common people stopped and looked to the west, not understanding what the vision of a thousand auras was.