I'm Really Not A Hidden World Expert

Xiaoleiyin Temple is located in the extreme west of Bauhinia State in the fairy world - Bliss Plateau.

The Bliss Plateau has a very high altitude and covers a vast area. It is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, and the colorful clouds are flying. The dreamlike environment makes it easy for people to fall into it and cannot extricate themselves.

Once you step into the Bliss Plateau, you can forget a lot of troubles, feel peaceful physically and mentally, and even faintly hear the faint voice of Buddha.

It is full of magical colors, and it is even called the Paradise of Paradise by the people in the lower realms, the paradise they yearn for.

After many days of trekking, Ji Mo finally arrived at the Bliss Plateau, riding backwards on the four different images.

Si Xiang always had a doubt in his heart. Seeing that he was about to reach his destination, he couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Ji, why did you ride me backwards all the way? Could it be something deep?"

Ji Mo's face couldn't help but twitch, and he wanted to say that you don't have any clues in your heart?

You can see that other people's mounts are mighty and strong, and they are extraordinary, and they have faces when they ride out.

And a handsome man like me rides a stupid donkey, how shameful.

So I can only ride backwards, lest I have to endure the ridicule and blank stares of others, how embarrassing it is.

Of course, you can't say what you really think in your heart, so as not to hurt Sixiang's weak heart.

Ji Hanhan pretended to be profound and said, "Only by looking at the distant scenery and the floating dust and smoke can we deeply understand the philosophy of life and the true meaning of life..."

However, before he could finish pretending, there were laughing voices all around.

"Look, there's a big fool here, riding a donkey upside down."

"Blind this good skin for nothing. There must be something wrong with this kid's brain. Who the hell would a normal person ride a horse backwards?"

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The people around were pointing and pointing at Ji Mo with sneers on their faces.

It's really that Ji Mo's coquettish operation is too different, which aroused group ridicule.

It's not like baring its teeth, and if you expose your temper, you will explode on the spot. These ants dare to make fun of it as a donkey, which is simply unforgivable.

Ji Mo stopped it, because he felt a little unusual, this place is also Buddhist Sacred Land, why are the people around him so unqualified, laughing at himself so much.

Of course, creatures with low quality are not rare, but there are so many people on the field like this, something is wrong.

"It's strange, these ants are full of hostility, there is a problem."

Sixiang also felt abnormal.

The Buddhist charm of the Bliss Plateau is pervasive. People who enter it should have a peaceful mind and be full of good thoughts. Why is it the opposite?

Looking into the distance, Ji Mo feels that the problem should lie in the depths of the Bliss Plateau, where the Little Leiyin Temple is located.

He ignored everyone's ridicule, led the four images, and continued to move forward.

The Bliss Plateau is extremely prosperous, people come and go here, Buddhist temples and ancient temples can be seen everywhere, and devout believers can be seen everywhere.

There are also cultivators from all over the world living here, using the Buddhist rhyme here to practice and sharpen their Dao heart.

Of course, most people dare not go deep into the hinterland of the Bliss Plateau, or get too close to the Little Leiyin Temple, because they are afraid of being influenced by the terrifying Buddhist rhyme and convert to Buddhism.

Along the way, Ji Mo saw all kinds of creatures.

Most of the living beings come here for their needs. Some people suffer from intractable diseases and want to come to the temple here to seek medical treatment.

There are also people who encounter problems in cultivation and come to seek enlightenment from eminent monks.

There are also high-minded geniuses and masters who deliberately seek out the eminent monks here to debate Buddhism, hoping to become famous in a single battle.

Of course, these unlucky guys ended up with no return, their heads were shaved and they became monks.

"Master, why don't you cross him and not my son?"

A sad and desperate voice sounded, which caught Ji Mo's attention.

There is a temple not far in front, and many believers and good women bow down at the door.

It can be seen that many people are sickly, but still dragging their weak bodies, praying three times and kowtowing nine times, offering incense devoutly.

Ji Mo asked the passers-by next to him, and learned that the eminent monk in the temple here is a master of medicine with superb medical skills and a Bodhisattva heart. Every day, he will heal a believer's serious illness for free.

Bodhisattva heart?

free?

Ji Mo narrowed his eyes, that's not what he saw.

A haggard young woman, holding a yellow and thin child in her arms, knelt on the ground, helplessly pulling a monk's robe, sobbing non-stop.

With a blank expression on his face, the monk shook off the woman's hand and motioned to the gorgeously dressed man in front of him to follow him into the temple for treatment.

And Ji Mo saw very clearly that the monk quietly took out the storage bag secretly handed over by the man in Chinese clothes, and stuffed it into Own's arms with satisfaction.

"Master, be merciful, you can't ignore death and refuse to save him. I've been begging here for three months. Why would you rather choose to heal this newcomer than my son?"

The woman wailed loudly, nearly breaking down emotionally.

She knelt down for three months, offering incense and worship every day, and after so many years, the master always chose other people and turned a blind eye to her.

After so many days of delay, her baby was terminally ill and in danger.

At this time, there was no time to find another doctor for treatment, and she really couldn't bear to see her own child die in her arms.

"Female benefactor, there is a predestined relationship between Buddha and me. This male benefactor has a predestined relationship with my Buddha, so he gives priority to healing. Come back tomorrow."

The monk still didn't change his face, there was no mercy in his eyes, and there was even a hint of impatience.

"But I'm afraid my child won't survive tomorrow."

The woman no longer believed the monk's words, and the other party was prevaricating in the same way three months ago, not to mention that her child really couldn't bear it anymore.

"Life and death have fate, and everything has a definite number."

The monk ignored the woman and strode away.

There was indifference in his eyes, and he did not To put in one's eyes at all a life that was about to disappear.

The man in Chinese clothes was full of pride, and said in the woman's ear, "Poor ghost, you want to ask the master for free medical treatment if you don't have money, it's wishful thinking."

After finishing speaking, he followed the monk's footsteps arrogantly and entered the temple.

The woman almost collapsed emotionally, hugged the child in her arms tightly, and burst into tears.

At this moment, a frivolous voice sounded, "Tsk tsk...Little lady, why are you crying so sadly? Don't you just want the master here to heal your illness? It's no big deal. As long as you obey me and serve me comfortably Comfortable, I promise to let the master save your child."

A lustful old man with a goatee walked up to the young woman, staring straight at her haggard but still extremely beautiful face.

His gaze moved across the woman's fair neck, landed on the astonishing plumpness, and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

"The concubine has a husband, this condition is absolutely unacceptable."

The woman shook her head, instinctively thinking that the words of the old man in front of her were not credible, but at this moment she could only grasp at the straw and beg, "As long as you can save my child, I will be like a cow and a horse, and I will tie the knot with the grass to make a ring." Repay your kindness."

"I just want your body, just take care of me for one night. Make up your mind, your baby probably won't last much longer."

The old man with the goatee smirked, thinking that the woman would submit.

Sure enough, with tears in her eyes, the woman looked at the child in her arms, gritted her teeth and nodded her head.

"Haha, what are you waiting for, follow me to the inn and let me have a good time."

The old man with the goatee laughed triumphantly, and stretched out his hand to pull the woman.

"How about I let you have a good time now."

Aiming at the crotch of the old man's crotch with one foot, he kicked it hard.