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Eat silkworm Gu in one meal.

In less than two minutes, the entire black moth was eaten cleanly, not even a scrap of wing left.

The body finally has the appearance of an insect, but it is still far from the chubby silkworm baby form last time.

After eating, his round little head poked left and right, not going to sleep like last time, as if he wasn't full yet.

The small, round, black eyes stared at me, as if asking: Is that all?

"It's not good to be too fat. Look at those two cats staring at you eagerly!" I quickly put it back into the porcelain bottle.

After eating this meal, I still don’t know where my next meal will be.

What a sin.

Next I checked out the Bone Whistle.

The tentacles were cold, as if they were made of dead man's finger bones. The middle was hollow, and there was an air hole punched in the bone.

I really like these weird things.

I'm very curious, can this thing really attract dead bodies when played?

But I'm not stupid enough to try to play here. If something really attracts something, I'll be in trouble.

After a few glances, he put the bone whistle away.

If this whistle is not a rare item, the reward from this mission is really ordinary.

I lit another cigarette and rested for a while to calm down my emotions.

I took out eight birds of different colors and placed them on the table.

Every bird's dark eyes seem to hide the soul of a woman.

Their time has long passed and there are no bones left. How should they be buried?

Transcendence should be the best option.

I'll go see the young monk Huixin tomorrow to see if it can work.

Put the bird away.

After watering the potted ginseng plant on the table, I sat cross-legged on the bed.

Eat two big Rodan pills, close your eyes, and practice Qigong using the Qi refining techniques left by your father.

The night passed peacefully.

The next morning, I sent a message to Dabiao.

Then they went out to buy breakfast and arrived at the small apartment they rented.

After dinner, I took out eight birds.

"Little monk, you have grown up in a temple since you were a child. You should know how to save the souls of the dead, right?"

"Understand a little bit." The little monk picked up a bird and looked at it, and said in surprise: "Where did you get these negative things?"

"It's not important. Anyway, salvation is a good thing. Can you save eight dead souls at once?"

"I can't guarantee that. I'm still young." The young monk said unconfidently.

"No, little bald man, if this doesn't work, then what's the use of meditating and chanting sutras every day?" Da Biao smacked his lips and laughed.

"It's because I'm not good at it, so I have to do homework every day!" The young monk's face turned red and he argued angrily.

The older one and the younger one are really bickering.

"Then I'd better find a better temple." I smiled.

The word "temple" seemed to touch the little monk.

The expression on the delicate face suddenly turned gloomy.

"Brother Li, is there any new news from our temple?"

"Sorry, I've been very busy recently and haven't inquired yet. I happen to have nothing to do these two days, so I'll go for a run."

"Thank you, I'm going to do my morning class."

The young monk was still in a low mood and returned to his room.

"Brother, I'd better go to the temple. The young monk has told me what happened there. You have shown your face in the temple. If they recognize you, you will be in trouble."

Da Biao looked at the passive figure of the little monk and took the initiative to ask for help.

"Actually, I've been there twice before, but I didn't find out anything about it. I don't see any problems with the temple, and it continues to receive tourists as before."

"This is just calm on the surface. The treasures in the temple are in the hands of the young monks, and they will not let it go." I shook my head.

"Then I can find a few more brothers and investigate carefully?"

"I know you want to help the young monk find out the truth as soon as possible, but people are talking a lot, so it's better not to let outsiders get involved in these things." I said cautiously.

"Then what should I do? I stay in the house every day these days, and my free arms and legs are almost degenerating. I might as well go home and farm." Dabiao did a few chest expansion exercises irritably.

"If you want to go back, you can leave at any time."

"Brother, you know that's not what I meant." Da Biao said anxiously.

"I know." I looked at Dabiao seriously, "I just think it's unfair to you. There aren't many things I need you to do. It's a waste of your time to keep you idle like this."

Dabiao was silent.

It’s okay to be idle for a week or even a month, but what about two to three months in a row, or even longer?

Although during this time, I gave him enough money.

But this money is not enough to ensure that he and his family will have enough food and clothing for a lifetime.

There may be many people who think it would be good to just eat and wait to die, but Da Biao is not such a person.

Although he has little education and no clear plans for the future, he has light in his eyes and hope for life in his heart.

It shouldn't be left to waste.

"But brother, people should have a beginning and an end when doing things." Da Biao said solemnly, "Since you have left the little monk to my care, I will not leave until his affairs are over."

"OK."

I nodded appreciatively.

The little monk's matter must be resolved as soon as possible and cannot be delayed any longer.

I glanced at the eight little birds on the table, and suddenly my heart moved.

It just so happened that I could take the opportunity to save them and go to Yunhua Temple to inquire about the situation.

After smoking with Da Biao for a while, I put away the bird and left, heading directly to Yunhua Mountain.

The temple is magnificent.

Guests come like clouds.

Sandalwood fills the air and smoke lingers.

I don’t know if the Bodhisattva can bless them if so many people come to burn incense.

Putting on the human skin mask, I burned a stick of incense as a symbol, and then walked to the merit box.

A little monk with freckles on his face stood nearby and thanked the pilgrims who donated money.

"well!"

I took out a thick stack of banknotes, sighed deeply, and glanced at the merit box from time to time, looking very worried.

"Hello, donor! I see you looking sad, is there anything that worries you?" The sharp-eyed young monk noticed and came over to me and bowed politely to me.

"The little mage has a good eye. To tell you the truth, I have a problem that I don't know how to solve." I said sadly.

"Donor, you might as well tell me, maybe this temple can help you solve your problem."

"Really? That's great!" I took a few hundred yuan and stuffed it into the merit box and followed the young monk into the inner room.

Sitting inside was a fat, middle-aged monk.

After entering the door, the young monk winked at him.

"Amitabha!" The fat monk did not stand up to greet him, but bowed slightly with a profound expression on his face.

Although he is fat, he does not look like a Buddha at all.

With a flat nose and pointed ears, and greedy eyes, he looks a bit like a pig.

"Hello, I wonder who you are?"

I sat down opposite the fat monk.

The fat monk held the gesture and said nothing. The little freckled monk introduced in a proud tone: "This is our Great Master Hui Deng. If the donor has any troubles, just tell him."

"It turns out to be the Archmage. I'm disrespectful." I was respectful on the outside but sneered on the inside.

The generation with the character "Hui" is not on the same level as Hui Xin.

Can this be called a great mage?