Medicinal Immortal

The smell of grass in the air in the early morning, that is the fresh breath of nature, and the gentle breeze blowing in, really makes people feel comfortable and can't help but squint.

Behind her, there seemed to be the sound of wheels accompanied by the singing of the local tune. She stepped aside and looked aside and saw an old man pulling a carriage of straw. The high straw piled up on the carriage like a hill. Dou Li, while singing an unknown tune.

She watched the old man drive forward. The next moment, with a little tiptoe, she leaped gently into the pile of straw and lay down comfortably, listening to the old man humming in front of her, looking at the blue sky and white clouds above her head. The corners of his lips rose slightly.

She lay in a pile of straw, closing her eyes but taking the spiritual energy inside her body to practice...

The faint breath of spiritual power in the air was sucked into her body as she practiced. With the movement of spiritual power, a little bit of Buddha's light and sacred power also flowed between the meridians, gradually permeating her body, and her whole person Wrapped in it.

With her eyes closed, she didn't know that at this time, her body was filled with a faint light of Buddha, and in the air, there was a little faint power of merit, which was invisible to others, poured from all directions and merged into her. In the body.

Because she was lying in a pile of straw, the softness of the straw also caused her body to sink. Therefore, at this time, the Buddha light radiating from her body was also blocked by the surrounding straw and was not seen by anyone.

At noon, the carriage stopped by the roadside to rest, and she faintly heard the sound of alms coming into her ears.

"Amitabha Buddha, the benefactor, can you make a good relationship and eat fast food?"

Listening to the sound coming from not far away, she opened her eyes and sat up from the carriage. With this movement, she guarded the carriage and rested, and the old man who was eating the Wowotou looked at the straw on the roof in surprise.

"Hey? Why is there a little monk? When did you go up?"

"I came halfway, old man, why are there so many monks here?" She smiled and looked at the inn beside the Sancha intersection not far away.

In front of the inn, there are two monks, one old and one young, who are in their fifties. The old one is in his fifties and the young one is only five or six years old. On the side of the road, there are seven or eight middle-aged monks sitting cross-legged. An old monk.

"I don't know, and I don't know where the monk is."

The old man shook his head and said that he didn't know, because he lived in a rural village and was sent to the city, and people who were not in this area, so he didn't know where these monks came from? Where are you going?

Over there, the old monk looked sad, holding a bowl in his hand, and the five or six-year-old monk beside him pulled the corner of the old monk's clothes somewhat timidly, swallowed, and looked at the white on the table inside the inn. Big buns.

"Donor, just give a bite to the child. The donor is compassionate, and the Buddha will bless you." The old monk bowed his head to the little second of the inn, making a Buddhist ceremony with one hand.

"Go and go! Don't stand in here, this is an inn, not a sanctuary! If you want to stutter, go to the rotten bucket at the back!" Xiao Er drank badly, reaching out and pushing the old monk away.

Probably because he hadn't eaten for a long time, the old monk staggered a few steps unsteadily by him, and he fell to the ground.

"Master, master..." the little monk yelled in panic, and quickly helped him.