Before he finished speaking, he bowed down and bowed.
The onlookers had begun to gradually retreat, and they did not run away on the spot, which was a great honor to him.
The yellow-robed Taoist priest seemed to be blind and didn't care about the changes around him at all.
Three kowtows and nine bows, all five limbs bowed to the ground, nothing missing.
Finally, when he stood up, he turned around and nodded slightly to the crowd.
"Good men and women should not be obsessed with appearances."
The yellow-robed Taoist stepped aside, revealing Yin Tongzi: "You may think they are the bones of a dead person, but you don't know that a holy monk can live forever in a seated form."
"What you see is the real Bodhisattva in the physical body!"
"In Jiuhua Mountain, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is sitting in a vat!"
"Venerable Miaojixiang is still in Mount Wutai!"
…
The yellow-robed Taoist priest spoke impassionedly, his brows filled with pride, which was comparable to the inaugural speeches of some political figures.
And those who were watching were gradually moved by him. When someone leaned down and started to worship, the people behind him started to follow.
This scene made me roar with rage. I felt a pain in the roots of my teeth, and then I spat.
Half of a back molar suddenly appeared in my hand.
Ji Canghai said in horror: "Have your teeth broken?"
"go back!"
Perhaps, Chen Changming's people have inherited his mouth.
That mouth that can talk the dead back to life!
Before I even took the first step, I felt like the world was spinning, and then everything went dark, and I lost consciousness.
When I woke up, I was already on the second floor of the teahouse.
Everyone gathered around me, and the moment I opened my eyes, I clearly heard them take a deep breath.
Uncle Ya looked at the old man next to him and said hurriedly: "If you wake up, you should be fine, right?"
The old man put away the medicine box and nodded: "It's not serious if the fire attacks your heart."
"It's just that the patient is already in his prime of life. He must not be angry anymore these days. The five internal organs can't handle it!"
"Click."
The old man put the box away and slung it across his shoulders: "Take the medicine according to my prescription. If you have any questions, please contact me anytime."
After seeing the old man off, Uncle Ya went into the house and opened the window, letting slightly moist air flow into the house.
"So angry?"
Uncle Ya clasped his hands behind his back, looked out the window, and asked softly.
I gritted my teeth and chose to avoid it: "Maybe I'm just too tired recently. I'll just take a nap, it's nothing."
"A person is like a bucket. If you keep filling it with water, sooner or later it will explode."
Uncle Ya withdrew his gaze and turned to look at me: "I mean, people need to vent."
All my disguises were seen through by Uncle Ya at this moment.
But the guilt in my heart prevented me from speaking.
As a son of a man, I watched my mother die; as a Taoist priest, I watched the Yin boy run rampant in the world.
No matter how I approach this matter, I am not qualified.
"yes."
Chen Jiayan sighed leisurely: "You said it yourself, since we are involved together, no one should be afraid of death or trouble."
"You should never forget your original intention."
Chen Jiayan's hand gently held my fingers: "Everyone comes together just to keep each other warm in this imperfect world."
"I know."
Ji Canghai, who had been silent until now, suddenly said, "If I'm right, is it because of that statue?"
At this point, I could only nod with tears in my eyes: "Well, that's my mother."
When I talked about this, I felt very complicated, feeling sad and guilty.
It’s so complicated that I don’t even know how I feel.
All I know is that when I say a word, I shed a few lines of tears, and by the time I finish speaking, the sheets are already wringing out water.
No one was talking around, everyone was looking at their toes.
In the end, it was Uncle Ya who broke this depression.
"It's hard for you to open up your own scars with your own hands."
Ji Canghai stood up slowly: "I am accustomed to speaking with my fists, and I also follow other people's ways and govern their bodies."
"I'm going to do it now!"
Uncle Ya pressed his hands a few times and motioned for Ji Canghai to sit down first.
"child."
Uncle Ya sat next to me and comforted me: "I know it's difficult for you, but you still have to face this matter directly."
"What happens in this matter is up to you."
Uncle Ya gave me the power, but I didn't feel relaxed or stressed.
Some are just confused and powerless.
