Chapter 43 Watering

Style: Romance Author: Chanting sutras to save oneselfWords: 1902Update Time: 24/01/21 17:14:34
"Are you a nun from this Bodhisattva temple?"

I asked.

The nun replied to me: "It was true before, but not now. Back then, Master Huiyun in our temple had a conflict with an expert. The expert finally took revenge on our Bodhisattva Temple, and the bronze statue of Guanyin was moved away. , we nuns also disbanded, and most of them returned to secular life."

This Bodhisattva temple is the same temple where Wei Chunming moved the bronze statue of Guanyin.

What a coincidence.

What exactly does the old Taoist want to do...

"What conflict did Master Huiyun in your temple have with that master?"

I asked next.

The nun shook her head and said, "I'm not sure. It's not something we can know."

After saying this, her face looked a little unnatural.

It's a reaction that only lies.

"Master, this matter has nothing to do with saving my son, right?"

she said with a wry smile.

I didn't point it out, but nodded in agreement and said, "Can I go to that Bodhisattva temple now?"

"I heard that the Bodhisattva Temple has been taken over by that master. It's not easy to get in."

said the nun.

"Go over and have a look."

I smiled and said.

Then, the nun carried the little boy on her back and went with me to the Guanyin Bodhisattva Temple in the eastern suburbs of Shangjing.

Because of the smell of the little boy, it was not convenient to take a taxi, so we had to walk. The nun was in good physical condition, so we walked from morning to night before arriving at the Bodhisattva Temple.

The gate of the Bodhisattva Temple is closed and no one is there.

I easily opened the door and walked in with the nun and the little boy.

The nun was surprised how it could be so easy to get in.

In fact, when Wei Chunming asked me to come to the Bodhisattva Temple on the seventh day, I never thought of coming here to take a look.

Even if Wei Chunming had laid out a killing move, it would be difficult for me to detect it easily when I came to the Bodhisattva Temple.

He is not a fool and will definitely prevent me from exploring the Bodhisattva Temple.

I figured that even if I came here, I would find nothing, nothing strange at all.

When I came here today, as expected, the doors of this Bodhisattva temple were all open, and outsiders could enter at will. There was nothing strange about the entire Bodhisattva temple!

"Let's go to the place where you gave birth to him."

I said to the nun.

The nun then carried the little boy on her back and took me to a small room in the temple.

The room was very plain and not very spacious.

"I gave birth to him here." The nun replied to me.

"Do you know where the water from the Bodhisattva Temple is collected?" I asked.

"Know."

"Okay, go get a few buckets of water. It must be from this Bodhisattva Temple!"

The nun immediately followed my instructions.

Not long after, she received several buckets of water.

"Take off his clothes and pour water on him."

I said.

The nun hesitated for a while, but finally, under my strong gaze, he followed my instructions and continued to pour water on the little boy.

Soon, he saw that the hard-shelled bumps on his back continued to appear at a speed visible to the naked eye. Until finally, the hard-shelled bumps on his back were really connected together, like a tortoise shell!

This is just the beginning...

After the tortoise shell seemed to grow faster, a look of pain appeared on the little boy's face.

The nun cried out in horror: "Master! Do you want to continue showering? My son's condition seems to be getting worse!"

"Keep pouring water! I didn't say stop, so you can't stop!"

I shouted in a deep voice.

The nun can only continue!

The little boy was still unconscious. He swayed his limbs uncomfortably, moving like a turtle.

At the same time, the smell of turtle smell became increasingly difficult and strong, almost becoming the same substance.

"No, Master, I can't bear it!"

said the nun.

I didn't wait for her to say anything, took the scoop of water, and poured it on the little boy.

The little boy became more and more painful and even screamed.

"Stop it!"

The nun shouted to me. With tears streaming down her face, she grabbed my arm and said, "Forget it, Master, I don't want you to save me!"

But I paid no attention to the nun.

I still water the little boy!

"Stop getting wet! He's going to die, and I won't live either! You're going to kill him! Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go!"

At this time, the nun seemed to have lost her mind and called me.

But she still couldn't stop me.

After about a few minutes, the tortoise shell on the little boy's back seemed to have grown to the extreme...

Click!

As the sounds appeared, all his tortoise shells fell off his back!

After blinking, the little boy's back no longer had a bulge of hard shell. Except for a few tortoiseshell lines, it looked like a normal person's back.

At the same time, the little boy no longer struggled in pain.

Only then did I stop what I was doing.

The nun was stunned and stopped crying.

After a while, the nun immediately hugged the little boy, feeling very distressed.

After a while, the nun looked at me apologetically: "Thank you, Master. I'm sorry just now. I was impulsive and contradicted and misunderstood Master. But Master, don't blame me. As a parent, you can't see your children suffering." "

Her tone was sincere.

I ignored the nun and was on the ground, picking up the tortoise shells scattered on the little boy's body.

There were tortoise shells all over the ground, and I picked the largest one among them.

I wrapped the tortoise shell in cloth and put it away.

The nun held the little boy in her arms again, walked up to me, looked at me gratefully, and said: "Master, if you are still angry, if you want to beat or scold me, just come to me. I have no complaints. Besides, this is my fault." The turtle essence in my body has finally been expelled by the master, and I will definitely give you the reward!"

The little boy no longer struggled in pain and fell asleep again. There was no weird tortoise shell on his back. The nun thought that the matter had been successfully resolved.

But I looked at the nun and started to smile.

I asked: "When did I tell you that your son is possessed by a turtle spirit?"