Playing the role of gods and Buddhas: starting from Avalokitesvara

In the county office, Meng Yuan read the file for one night, and countless words in his mind swept by like lines of code, and all kinds of information were categorized, like a supercomputer running at high speed.

Now Meng Yuan felt very tired, after all, he fought against the two Avatar Gods with all his strength in the Void Realm, and then drifted on the Forgetting River for a day, and finally rushed back non-stop and used his eyes for a night.

But in the end, the kung fu paid off, and through these countless messy information, it was still found by him.

In front of him was a topographic map of Wonju City, with densely packed dots representing the last place where the captured children appeared.

There is no pattern in these missing children, big and small, boys and girls, poor families, rich and noble families, and the distribution is even more chaotic.

But in this dense dot, there is a convenient place like the white space in an ink painting, as if there is nothing, but everything is said.

"It looks like it's here!"

Meng Yuan looked at one place in the picture, not a single child disappeared within a radius of ten miles, but the person behind it understood the truth that rabbits do not eat the grass on the edge of the nest, but it was a pity that it was difficult to escape the eyes.

"Master, the master called Xiao to come and invite you to dinner." A small man shouted outside the door.

"Okay, please take me to the prefectural order."

Meng Yuan got up and picked up the map and went back with the small house, and entered the hall, there were already four or five vegetarian dishes on the table, and the county commander greeted him with a smile: "The little master is coming to eat, I specially ordered the kitchen to make it."

Meng Yuan waved his hand and refused: "Sir, if you don't eat it, the poor monk already knows where those thieves are."

"What?" Immediately handed the map to

the prefectural order to see, he also saw the blank space in the map at a glance, can be a prefectural order, he may be bad but generally not stupid.

He praised: "The little master's unparalleled wisdom is actually a problem that I have been waiting for for several years in one fell swoop."

Meng Yuan shook his head, if it were not for the special reasons of this world, the lives of mortals were as cheap as grass, and many people would die every year, in exchange for those dynasties in Meng Yuan's previous life, such a large-scale case of child disappearance, his county order would have been exiled to Lingnan.

Naturally, the troops were dispatched, and even the defenders in the city sent a battalion of soldiers and horses straight to the south of the city.

Meng Yuan took the first step and rode on a white horse to the south of the city, a radius of ten miles was not a small area, and when he got there, he opened the Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes Magic Phase, not believing that the house could escape his eyes.

I saw that the white horse's four hooves were like flying, and Meng Yuan rode on it without the slightest sense of bumps, galloping all the way.

While hurrying, Meng Yuan recalled the Yasha by the way.

Sixteen Yasha had been walking around the city for a night without being found, and they all left a mark on Meng Yuan's monk's robe, and at this moment they were summoned and flew back one after another.

"Go to the south of the city to investigate, and then come back to report me."

Visha Mun led his brothers all the way out of the city.

By the time Meng Yuan arrived, they had already found out the general situation here, this was a plain suitable for farming, and there was a pier twenty miles to the south, so this side was very prosperous.

A smell of sandalwood wafted in the air, Meng Yuan was somewhat familiar, and this smell was in the main hall of the small temple.

The streets were full of people, and Meng Yuan found that many people had this smell on them, and everyone saw that there was both awe and disgust in their eyes when they saw him.

At this moment, a woman holding a boy of three or four years old suddenly came up and cried: "Master save my child, he is dying."

Meng Yuan hurriedly hugged the boy over, only to see that his face was sallow and yellow, describing it as withered, his eyebrows were full of black qi, his eyes were closed, and his breath was weak.

"This is hitting the evil, the evil qi has invaded the bone marrow, why not find someone to treat it earlier." Meng Yuan asked while injecting a spiritual power to protect the child's heart.

The woman cried, "Master, the little woman really can't help it, so she went to Aoba Temple in the morning, but the master of Aoba Temple said that he needed ten taels of gold to provide Buddha to save my son's life, and then drove me down." A group of people

had already gathered around, some sighed slightly, and some cursed secretly, but some people argued there that it was already very cheap for Buddha to cast a spell to save people for ten taels of gold, and a life was more than ten taels of gold?

Aobaji?

Meng Yuan had the heart to ask, but at the moment it was still urgent to save people, and then took off his clothes on the street, revealing his strong body, so that many big girls and daughters-in-law covered their eyes with shame, and then gently covered the boy with white clothes.

"Look, the obscurity on this little baby's face is starting to dissipate!" Someone shouted.

I saw that the boy with a very bad face, like a dying man, actually spit out wisps of black qi between his mouth and nose, as if accompanied by some vicious roar, but the moon-white monk's robe flashed slightly, and it turned into smoke and dust in an instant.

Meng Yuan was also relieved when he saw this, he did not know any medical skills, but his clothes, which were made of hundreds of thousands of revenant souls, could avoid fifteen kinds of evil death, namely, hunger, shackles, revenge, military formations, tigers and wolves, snakes and insects, water and fire, poison, demon damage, madness, falling off cliffs, wicked people, evil gods, disease, and suicide.

This child was killed by an evil god and was rescued.

However, with the help of a cup of tea, the child's breathing was already stable, and his complexion became rosy, which was simply healthier than before, making the audience shout for the immortals.

Meng Yuan immediately put the monk's robe back on and said to the boy's mother on the side, "He's fine."

The woman was about to kowtow to thank her, but was held by Meng Yuan: "No need, it is my merit to be merciful to the monks, and saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter."

The woman did not understand what merit was, but she knew that Meng Yuan had saved her child's life, which was almost equivalent to saving her life, and took out an embroidery from her arms and said: "Master, there are three taels of silver in this, and I beg the master to accept it and add some incense to the Buddha."

Meng Yuan shook his head and refused: "Buddha does not need these things, and it is my merit for Madame Haosheng to raise a young son."

Everyone immediately applauded in unison, and this monk seemed to be a little different.

"Thank you Master, the people must remember the grace of the Buddha and chant the Buddhist scriptures morning and evening."

Meng Yuan continued to shake his head and said, "You don't need to be like this, you can have a Buddha in your heart, but I see that Ling Lang seems to be a little strange, and I have a Buddhist sutra with you, and I often chant it, and if you encounter evil, you can recite aloud to observe the Bodhisattva who is at ease."

Meng Yuan immediately borrowed a pen and paper from the side of the road, wrote down the Heart Sutra and handed it to the woman, and then turned around and led the white horse away in her thanks.

The direction he went to was the Aoba Temple among the people, and his eyes guided him here, both to save his apprentice Manzhu, and probably to save the people.

Then this Aoba Temple must go.

After he left, someone next to him immediately said to the woman: "This lady, how about I pay a hundred taels of silver to buy the scriptures in your hand?"

The woman, however, tightened her grip and said with a wary face: "Not for sale."

"Then lend me a copy of the general bank, I am a person who is to the Buddha, and if you can't read, I can recite it for you."

The woman hesitated for a moment and nodded, and a group of people copied the Heart Sutra on the side of the road.