Great Sui Storyteller

Chapter 476 475. The Lord of Medicine

Ten breaths.

Only ten breaths.

After ten breaths, the grain seeds that accompanied the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara fell and turned into sorghum grains with each one glowing red.

What a big piece.

Lots and lots.

If the quietness at the beginning was due to the full desire to survive in my heart when the miracle appeared...

So now...

Looking at the sky and the ground all red, the silence of the people is the shock and... bewilderment from the soul.

Really... Are there any gods?
Gods... do they really exist?

Are we... really saved by the gods?
And in such a daze, the boundary between miracles and the mortal world disappeared without a sound.

The golden light slowly returned to calm.

With the departure of Yugui and the teacher, she fell into an indescribable period of weakness, withered like a dying Taoist, and said with difficulty:
"The monk... let everyone... eat enough..."

Then, Li Zhen's eyes darkened, and he looked back.

"Master!"

The monk in white hugged the Taoist in his arms.

The peaceful Buddha's light roamed the Taoist's body... Suddenly he let out a sigh of relief.

Spiritual thoughts are exhausted.

so far so good……

Although he doesn't know exactly how the miracle in front of him...he couldn't help but attribute it to the "appearance of the immortal Buddha", but he must unswervingly carry out the wish of his friend before he fell into a coma.

then……

Under the gaze of the crowd who were gradually looking at the food and began to feel agitated, the monk gently laid the Taoist on the ground, while he himself sat down to the side as well.

He took off the string of twisted beads in his hand, put his hands together:

"That's what I heard. At one time, the Bhagavan traveled through various countries, went to Guangyan City, lived under the music tree, and lived with the big scorpion, 8000 people. There were [-] Bodhisattva Mahasattvas, as well as kings, ministers, Brahmans, and lay people. , Heaven, Dragon, Yaksha, human beings are not human beings, etc., countless people, reverently surround them, and speak for the Dharma..."

When the scriptures of "Pharmacist Liuliguang Tathagata's Original Vow Merit Sutra" resounded, bits of Buddha's light rushed towards the sorghum field.

Fragrant.

An indescribable aroma.

Sweeping away the accumulated weight, removing the sickness and filth, the vigorous vitality poured into the sorghum, and a touch of fatigue appeared on the monk's face immediately.

but……

It's ok.

Compared with the Taoist priest, how is the little monk?

And when the sound of the scriptures and the fragrance lingered throughout the entire city of Xiang County, the monk's peaceful words appeared in everyone's hearts in the sound of the scriptures:

"All benefactors, please take sorghum and cook it yourself. Poor monk, on behalf of Shouchu Taoist priest, open the door of... convenience!"

He concealed all his credit, and didn't even leave a bit of his name.

The monk who has the most hope of becoming a Buddha in the past 500 years has left all this merit to his friends who can sacrifice their lives for these sentient beings without hesitation.

Accompanied by this voice, there was the joy and admiration of remembering the savior Shouchu Daoist.

Finally, someone took the first step.

From hesitation, to firmness, to weak desire to run...

When the crying woman with the crying baby wanted to fight for food, Cui Caiwei's voice sounded:

"The team is divided into two rows, and each person has a bunch. No competition is allowed. Take it back to cook the porridge first, and I will distribute the rest for everyone!"

In an instant, the crowd stopped.

Did you hear that, the maiden under the Immortal Throne spoke to send a decree...

No...don't dare to make mistakes!

Amid the rich aroma and the peaceful and peaceful Buddhist scriptures, a group of women and children consciously divided into two rows, and headed towards the sorghum field that was so messy but endless...

Go.

……

"Ow~"

"Shh."

On the official road in the distance, stood a frowning Taoist.

The Taoist is probably in his thirties, and has already begun to grow his beard. The green beard is floating in the air, swaying with the breeze, like a fairy.

At this moment, he made the movement of silence, and the target...

It turned out to be a tiger!

The tiger has a huge body, and its fur is smooth and glistening. You can intuitively feel the majesty of the king of beasts just by looking at it!

It's just... if you don't look at the eyes, and ignore the pots and pans hanging on its waist.

The reason for saying this is because the middle-aged Taoist at this moment not only made a gesture of silence, but also firmly pressed the tiger's head into the dirt with the other hand.

Push the king of beasts, the mighty tiger to the ground?

How could an ordinary beast be willing?

But... the tiger is willing.

It's just that the eyes are full of grievances.

Human grievance.

But the Taoist ignored it, and after telling the tiger not to roar, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Xiang County again.

Just now, he saw everything clearly.

At first, I wondered why a monk would mix with Taoist disciples.

But when he saw the miraculous red sorghum, he whispered, "One with the light? A disciple of Xuan Junguan?... Didn't that senior Xuan say he was Kun Dao?".

And when he finished watching the whole process, especially when he saw the Taoist fell on his back, maybe it was because he had been watching for a long time that he provoked the tiger's dissatisfied urging.

However, the middle-aged Taoist remained in place.

Just looking at it like this, watching the people in two lines walking back with a head of sorghum rice under the supervision of that not-so-high woman, nodded slightly:
"Well, the sorghum produced by He Guangtongchen's falsification of time is just ordinary food. The monk... If you read it correctly, it should come from the Bodhi Temple? Unexpectedly, at such a young age, even the golden body of the Arhat has been cultivated... the attainment status is also It's not far away. And this "Medicine Master's Sutra" is also good. For these women and children, after smelling the fragrance of this medicine, even if their spleen and stomach are weak, they can still digest these sorghum. Children's bodies will also be stronger, reducing the growth of lesions... It's a pity, it's not millet (millet), if it is millet, I think there are many babies who are still in their infancy, drinking some rice oil is better than ginseng."

As he spoke, he sighed faintly:
"Hey... let's go, let's see, these lay people look like they are eating too much. Although sorghum is sweet and flat, if it is not well drained, there will be a risk of intestinal knots after overeating."

Turning his head to look at the tiger, he said with a slight warning:
"Be honest for a while, you know? If you startle someone, the fist of the poor will not spare you!"

"..."

Tiger bared his teeth.

It looked vicious.

But the viciousness is more speechless and wronged.

But the Taoist didn't care. After letting go of the tiger, he took out a few pills exuding a sour smell from the cloth bag in front of him, and then walked towards Xuanzang and Li Zhen.

And when he approached Xuanzang a hundred paces away, the sound of the scriptures was interrupted.

Seeing this, the Taoist was not surprised, and a peaceful voice sounded in midair:
"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, laymen, please wait until the porridge is cooked before using it. At the same time, Pindao invites laymen who have not defecated for three days to come to Pindao to drink a bowl of soup and medicine, and eat it after excreting accumulated food, otherwise there will be intestinal complications. There is a risk of pain and bloating. Especially for children, if you are not careful, your life may be in danger!"

His voice was immediately heard by everyone, whether they were queuing up to get the sorghum, or the women and children who had already run back to take out broken pots and leaking pots to cook food, many people looked over.

When seeing a tiger behind the Taoist, someone subconsciously took a step back and exclaimed:
"Ah! Tiger!"

The Taoist seemed to understand what everyone was thinking, and after taking off the pot from the tiger's waist, he kicked the tiger's ass very strangely:
"Don't worry, laymen, this is a poor mount... Rhubarb, go, stay away!"

"...Aww!"

This time, the tiger finally couldn't help but speak.

There was a roar full of complaints.

But he was very obedient and walked towards the distance.

I ran into a sandy field and rolled excitedly.

"..."

Cui Caiwei frowned.

Looking at the figure of the Taoist in the distance, after thinking for a while, he said to Xuanzang who was chanting scriptures not far away:
"Taoist... Tiger... Master... If I'm not mistaken, this Taoist priest should be Sun Simiao, a living god who has been rumored for a generation in Guanzhong. It is rumored that this person was a first-grade alchemist of Laojunguan ten years ago, but For some reason, he left Laojun Guan, and since then he has helped the world and saved people, and started to act as a doctor. He has cured many people's intractable diseases, and he is very famous... It's just that his whereabouts are kept secret, but unexpectedly, he can meet him here. "

The chanting of Xuanzang's scriptures did not stop, and the fragrant aroma and strong vitality still passed through the Buddha's light under the feet of everyone, and rushed towards the sorghum in a peaceful atmosphere.

But she nodded slightly, and chose to trust the words of this benefactor Cui.

The reason is also very simple...

After he received the precepts of a bhikkhuni, he possessed the six senses of Buddhism, his eyes and ears, his heart's fate, and his divine feet.

Xuanzang has mastered four of these six skills.

They are Tianyan, Hexin, Destiny, and Divine Foot respectively.

Let's not talk about the magical effect of Chongchong Liutong, let's say that his supernatural power of Xintong has the most intuitive feeling for a person's good and evil.

And in this Taoist named "Sun Simiao", Xuanzang saw a light of compassion no less than that of the Taoist priest.

This kind of person, no matter what he does on weekdays.

Determined, not a bad guy.

Then, the voice sounded:
"Amitabha, I have met the Taoist priest, I wonder if it is convenient for the priest to come over after seeing the physical illnesses of the benefactors, and help the monk to see if the Taoist priest is in good health?"

Hearing this, Sun Simiao nodded in front of several women and children who had already walked this way:
"As it should be."

After agreeing, he chuckled again:
"Ha~"

As if talking to himself, he said:
"This monk is interesting..."

After all, the work in his hands was not slow, and he threw the pot on the ground casually, which seemed really random.

Then he untied the gourd around his waist, and with the sound of "beep beep beep~", a large pot of clean water poured out of the gourd unscientifically.

The clear water seemed to be full but not full, and the Taoist squeezed the sour and fragrant meatballs and threw them into it.

There was no movement, and suddenly the water in the whole pot began to boil and bubble in a few breaths, turning into a piece... It smelled like vinegar, but the vinegar smell was mixed with a fruity smell.

It smells so good, the more I smell it the more hungry I get.

Then, the Taoist waved to the people who came:

"Every layman takes a bowl for himself, half a bowl for each person. After drinking it, you will feel pain in your stomach within a cup of tea. After it is resolved, you will be free from worry~"

(End of this chapter)