That monk has a dragon [Rebirth]

I thought of being begged by someone's sleeves like this once, and I was at a loss for a moment. While looking at Si Huai as if asking for help, I supported him and comforted him: "Don't worry, benefactor, what happened?"

Si Huai secretly sighed in his heart, a monk is like a living bodhisattva walking in the world, he can be merciful and help him with any irrelevant things, judging by the way I read it, he must help find a child The thing is that there is no escape.

The sky turned overcast in an instant, and the cold wind blew across the street, urging the pedestrians on the road to quicken their pace, and even the small tea stall at the entrance of the opposite street began to clear away the tables and chairs.

Si Huai looked around, pointed to a small open tea house not far away, wanted to find a place where he could sit and drink tea and then elaborate, but before he could speak, he saw two men, one old and one young, walking towards this side come over.

The younger man should be the woman's husband. He strode forward from a distance and hugged him in his arms. Before he could say anything, he cried together. The old man behind him staggered a bit. He followed, his eyes were red and he was about to cry, and he said "laughter" twice in a hoarse voice.

"Amitabha." Wu Nian bowed slightly, twirling the rosary in his hand, and asked the old man, "Dare to ask the old man, what happened? Just now, the female benefactor told the poor monk that the child was missing? "

The old man looked at his son and daughter-in-law with some embarrassment, he mumbled his lips and didn't know what to say, his hands trembled uncontrollably, a bit like dying branches.

"Thank you, Master, for your concern." The young man helped his wife to stand up straight, turned his back as if afraid of being laughed at, wiped away the snot and tears on his face with his sleeve, and then turned around and folded his hands to pray to me. "I didn't see my wife when I woke up today. I didn't expect to come to the city lord's mansion and bump into the master. Please forgive me."

"It doesn't matter. As soon as our party came out of the city lord's mansion, we encountered a female benefactor who was driven out by the city lord's mansion soldiers. We must come here because of urgent matters."

"Master...Master..." When the woman heard that he came out of the City Lord's Mansion, she immediately grabbed his hand and knelt down, begging: "Master must be a capable person who can enter and leave the City Lord's Mansion. Please, help me ask the city lord to send someone to help me find the child?! Please!"

"Almsgiver, I'm ashamed of this matter. The poor monk just came to ask the city master Meng about some things, and he is not familiar with the city master. But the monks are merciful, so I don't know if they can tell the difficulties. If they can, the poor monk will try their best to help."

After hearing this, the couple knelt down on the ground and were about to kowtow, but Wu Nian picked them up one by one, and thanked them several times.

The corner of Si Huai's mouth slightly pursed, and he exchanged a glance with Chen beside him, showing an expression of "it really is so".

The sun had been covered by dark clouds, and seeing that the heavy rain was about to fall, the old man hurriedly invited Wu Nian and the others to his home, and talked about the whole story while walking.

The family's surname is Li, and they are farmers in Lijia Village near Xinling City. Their son is called Li Feng. After two years of marriage with his wife, they finally gave birth to a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses. The child was snatched away within a few days.

"The day before yesterday was the full moon of my two grandchildren. We invited the whole village to eat at home..." The old man was supported by left and right, and he walked a little anxiously with one foot deep and one foot shallow. His voice was choked up, which attracted the children next to him The daughter-in-law also sobbed softly.

Li Feng comforted his wife and father in a low voice, and then continued to read to me what he said just now: "After the two children fell asleep that night, we adults were cleaning up the dishes, tables and chairs outside, but the child suddenly cried We got up, and before we went in, we saw a black figure running away with a child in his arms. We chased after the child's cries, and when we reached the entrance of the village, we couldn't hear the sound. We were really scared..."

Those who are afraid of snatching children think that the children are too noisy and kill them.

He didn't dare to say this, took a deep breath, and continued: "We have no choice but to find the city lord's mansion and ask the city lord for help, and the city lord promised to send someone to look for it. She might find it right away. Xiu'er was anxious and ran several times in a row. She must have been kicked out because the city lord got impatient. The city lord has a lot of things to do every day, so how could he devote all his energy to finding the child, but the two children It's life for us..."

The cold wind blowing along with the night made it hard for people to keep their eyes open. Si Huai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Wu Nian, only to see him nod his head twice, as if he was very touched by these words.

Some things are insignificant to others, but they are heavier than life to oneself—for example, this monk is to him.

When we were about to reach the entrance of the village, the rain that had accumulated for a long time began to fall. The rain was not heavy, and it was a bit cool to fall on the body with the chill of late autumn.

Seeing Li Feng carrying his old father who couldn't walk, Wu Nian quickly took off his monk's robe and put it on the old man, stretching out his hands to support him, Si Huai turned his head and glanced at him, said nothing, quietly Silently, he covered the unfolded fan over his head.

In the gradually sinking twilight, a figure ran over staggeringly from the uneven path, a lantern in his hand flickered on and off, and the crying sound sounded like a woman.

"Xiu'er! Ah Feng!" The woman recognized Li Feng and the others from a distance, ran over in a hurry, accidentally fell and extinguished the lantern, and sat on the spot crying Get up, "Do you see a black shadow? My Bao'er was taken away by him! What can I do... What should I do..."

"Black shadow?" Wu Nian's heart sank, and he frowned and looked at Si Huai, only to realize that his raised arm went around him, and a small fan was covering the top of his head.

He was slightly taken aback, and after a moment of stupefaction, he remembered what he was about to say, but before he could say anything, Si Huai's fingers stretched out to block his voice.

Si Huai didn't know why he subconsciously reached out to block his mouth, so he put on a serious expression and lowered his voice, "Listen."

The rain was getting heavier, and it made a lot of noise when it fell on the ground. Mixed with the sound of hunting wind and the cries of a few other people, it was somewhat noisy. A very light and thin cry of a child sounded like a gossamer, like a stormy lake. Rootless duckweed.

The sound was too weak, and people without cultivation base could not hear the almost dying whimpers.

Wu Nian closed his eyes tightly, turned his ears sideways to distinguish the direction of the sound, and the rosary in his hand passed faster and faster at his fingertips, but after a while, he found the direction, and before he had time to elaborate, he ran into the nearby fruit forest.

The place where the sound came out was in the orchard. The fruit trees in this area were low, and the road under his feet was also bumpy. Si Huai walked through the forest with a fan in his hand, his eyes fixed on the tall and steady figure in front of him. The cool wind hit, he turned around and met a group of black shadows.

"Benefactor Huai!" Wu Nian heard the movement here, turned around and ran back to help.

"He doesn't have a child in his hand, go find him!" Si Huai hurriedly stopped him, and the fan that he didn't have time to put away spread out along his fingertips, spun around his palm and hit the black shadow.

The black figure retreated hurriedly, followed the tree trunk behind him to the other side, and fled towards the dark place for a while but did not disappear from Si Huai's sight, as if deliberately waiting for him to catch up.

Si Huai's eyes froze, he turned the fan back in his hand, and punched out three silver needles, before forcing the black shadow back into the darkness.

While he was fighting with Heiying, Wu Nian had already run out from the depths of the woods with a one-year-old child in his arms. His face was pale with death.

"I'm still alive." Wu Nian met his gaze, responded briefly, and ran out without delay.

The few people outside didn't dare to rush into the woods without knowing the situation, they supported each other and waited outside, holding a soaked monk's robe to shelter them from the rain, and hurried forward when they saw them coming out.

The eyes of the woman who came out to look for the child at the back lit up, she threw herself in front of Wu Nian and patted the child's face, calling out urgently, "It's my Bao'er! Bao'er? Bao'er...what's wrong with my child? "

"Quick! The child is still alive, go back quickly!" Wu Nian held the child tightly in his arms with one hand, and with the other hand, he lifted the woman's arm and led her to the village.

Seeing that her child was found, Li Feng's family became more and more anxious, turned around and took Si Huai's hand, and asked almost pleadingly, "Did you meet the one who snatched the child? Where is our child? Have you seen it?"

"Don't worry, your child is not in the forest, it's important to save someone first, he will find it for you if he promises." Si Huai comforted them in a deep voice, and told Shang Chen to chase after him.

There was only a pair of mother and child in this woman's house. After Wu Nian carried the child into the house, he went straight to the inside, carefully put the child on the bed and changed his wet clothes, and urged the child's mother to heat the water.

The child had many bruises from the fall, several scratches on his hands and face, but five bloody holes on the top of his head, as if dug out alive with his fingers, black flesh and blood sticking together, Already saw the bone.

The woman quickly brought a basin of hot water, and while crying, carefully wiped the child's wounds, and finally even the sobbing sound became quieter, for fear of accidentally shocking the child's soul.

Wu Niangu filled a bowl of hot water for himself, took out two talisman papers from the wet bundle, burned them to ashes with a candle, put them in the water, stirred them well, and fed them to the child.

"Benefactor Huai—" He picked up the child and sat on the side of the bed, looking at Si Huai.

Si Huai frowned slightly, nodded in response, walked up to Wu Nian, stretched out his hands to condense a stream of zhenqi, held those cold little hands, and infused the zhenqi into his body.

The child slowly floated up from Wu Nian's arms with this qi, and Wu Nian folded his hands and recited the scriptures in a low voice, only to see the golden Sanskrit characters turning into a stream of light around his palms, following His palm landed on the child's forehead, and all the water flowed into the child's thin body.

A low moan sounded from the child, cyan and golden soft light flashed alternately on his body, the blood hole on his head kept gushing black blood, and the woman on the side covered her mouth and was about to cry out , was stopped by Si Huai's sweeping gaze.

They didn't stop until the black blood ran out, Wu Nian carefully put the child on the bed, asked the child's mother to bandage his wound, and quietly pulled Si Huai outside.

"The poisonous gas from the wound is cold, it doesn't look like a human being."

Si Huai nodded his head, thinking of the black figure that suddenly appeared in the forest, his eyes were a bit gloomy, and he said firmly, "It's a ghost."

The author has something to say: did I dig the hole too big? I feel like I can’t write anymore, and I’m crying and bald 1551