Cultivating a fairy deserves to go to heaven

Chapter 242 Demonic Qi
Xiao Kongjian was sent to his master.

Elder Huiding sent the young apprentice with a broken leg to Elder Huineng.

After waiting for a while, Elder Huineng came back from the foot of the mountain for alms. There were countless spiritual stones and fresh fruits in the bowl.

He is the youngest eminent monk in Hui's generation. When he was born, he held a golden lotus petal in his hand. The outside world said that this son of Huineng Buddha was the reincarnation of the true Buddha in the upper realm.

Seeing that his face was pale, Xiao Kong gritted his teeth without humming.

Elder Huineng lowered his eyes, stretched out his palm, the palm showed a soft golden light, and slowly stroked the broken leg seen from Xiaokong.

Where the soft golden light passed, Xiaokong saw the broken leg bones and the broken flesh, which were gradually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is an extremely profound healing method of Buddhism. In Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple, except for Elder Huineng, only those ancestors with twelve ring scars understood it.

If it hadn't been for Xiao Kong seeing that the leg bone was broken like a residue, he wouldn't have asked Elder Huineng to heal him.

"Thank you, Uncle Fo Neng Master."

Xiaokong's expression improved when he saw this, he folded his hands together, and expressed his gratitude to the young master and uncle solemnly.

Hui Neng smiled kindly, and the whole room was bright.

Elder Hui Ding also saluted this young junior brother to express his gratitude.

Seeing that he separated his palms, lowered his head, and carefully straightened his khaki monk robe and the long string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, Xiaokong stood up, gave another deep salute to Elder Huineng, and raised his back to the original state. Little short legs, ready to leave.

Suddenly, a piercing pain hit from the previous wound.

Seeing "Ouch", Xiao Kong fell to the ground.

A stream of black blood, accompanied by a stench, flowed out from the injured place, staining the earthy monk's robe.

Elder Hui Ding didn't care about the stench, he quickly opened the apprentice's trousers and had a look, there was a cloud of black air lingering around the broken leg of this boy, and it didn't go away for a long time.

The cloud of black air seemed to be alive, like thin black snakes twisting and rushing towards people's faces.

The wound on the broken leg was festering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it didn't take long before it spread to Xiao Kongjian's thigh.

Half of the legs were festered and bruised.

"Master!"

Xiao Kongjian finally stopped being rigid, but looked pained and flustered.

The broken leg hurts so much, it feels like it has been corroded by poisonous potion bit by bit.

Seeing that his whole body was soaked in sweat, Xiaokong wanted to grit his teeth.

"Magic?"

Elder Hui Ding was not sure, so he looked at Huineng.

How could the apprentice I had raised by my side since I was a child be tainted with demonic energy?
Even if he is contaminated with demon energy, how can he act normally in this temple?
There are Buddha statues everywhere in this temple, and there are Buddhist instruments that have been opened everywhere.

Regardless of Buddha statues and Buddhist instruments, even the Buddhist beads hanging on those Buddhist disciples can also make the devilish energy invisible.

Elder Huineng took off the Buddhist beads on his wrist and approached the hideous black gas.

The golden light flashed on the Buddha beads.

The black air retreated quickly, and the arrogance disappeared suddenly, but it never went away.

The black air is like a spark of fire, as if as soon as the Buddha's light is withdrawn, it will start a prairie fire again and swallow the little Buddha's whole body.

Hui Ding and Huineng's eyes met, Elder Hui Ding suddenly raised his right palm, and a golden light slashed down.

Seeing that his legs were amputated in an instant, and bleeding profusely, Xiao Kong fainted from the pain and fell to the ground.

The black energy on his body was no longer there, so Elder Hui Neng approached with Buddhist beads again, there was nothing wrong with it.

The Buddhist method is no longer applicable to Xiao Kongjian's broken leg treatment.

The two Buddhist elders sent the unconscious Xiao Kongjian to the Daomen's An Qingli, and asked her for the elixir.

Huiding explained the purpose of coming, and Huineng handed over the newly transformed spirit stone to An Qingli.

"How could this be?"

Ji Xiaopeng looked anxious.

He knew that Xiao Kongjian had bad luck recently, but he didn't expect him to have such bad luck.

The trousers were empty, and both legs were gone.

And I also heard from the little monk who delivered the meal just now that if Xiao Kongjian hadn't leaned back when the falling rock fell, the falling stone would have hit Xiao Kongjian directly on the head.

Is it okay to hit it on the head?

At that time, I am afraid that the only way to recall the soul is to use the Ninth Grade Resurrection Pill refined by Grandmaster Mu Sheng.

An Qingli handed out a sixth-grade continuation bone pill and put it into Xiao Kongjian's mouth.

Little Pegasus said, seeing that Xiaokong's head is full of black air, he might die soon.

The leaves of the linden tree outside the house are getting greener and greener.

Xiao Kong saw that the amputated legs slowly grew out again.

Huineng held Xiao Kongjian in his arms and waited for a long time, and he was relieved when he saw that the broken leg was no longer festering and black.

Xiaokong sees Youyou wakes up.

"Is it better?" Ji Xiaopeng took his hand and asked with concern.

The tiger leopard cat lay on Ji Xiaopeng's shoulder and gave a soft "meow". It still liked this little monk who bought dried spirit fish for it.

Seeing weakness, Xiaokong nodded: "It's better."

"Why are you so unlucky?" Ji Xiaopeng sighed heavily, and hurriedly said, "Everyone can be hit in the Zen room! Don't talk about letting nature take its course, just let nature take its course. If you lose your life, you will lose everything. Hurry up." Let those masters and uncles of yours give you a method to drive away your bad luck!"

An Qingli remained calm, called the little Lingxi, and told him to open Lingxi's eyes, and then take a good look at the little Buddha.

Such bad luck, even if cause and effect are involved, it is probably because of their pedestrians, and it is very likely that the Bodhi tree is involved.

The fifth-order little Lingxi opened the Lingxi eyes, but still didn't see the clue, so he could only shake his head regretfully.

"Would you like to let Xiao Jintan try?" the frustrated Xiao Lingxi suggested.

Xiao Jintan is a sacred tree, which can communicate with plants and trees that open up spiritual wisdom.

Moreover, the bodhi tree outside the house has lived for thousands of years, and it is also a sacred tree, so it should have opened its spiritual wisdom long ago.

For example, little Jintan, the moment the shell was broken and unearthed, there was spiritual wisdom.

"You really want me to try?"

Xiao Jintan asked An Qingli, not because he didn't want to, but because once he sensed it, he would inevitably reveal his identity as a god.And being so close would also expose An Qingli as the contractor.

Who knows if this Bodhi tree, with a strict mouth, will tell the secret to those Buddha cultivators.

There are not all good people in this Buddhist sect, otherwise the bodhi tree would not have been struck by lightning, nor would it have suffered the wrath of thunder.

An Qingli asked calmly: "Are there any Shenzhis with bad intentions in your Shenzhi?"

Xiao Jintan proudly said: "Of course not! We are Shenzhi. We were influenced by boundless Buddhism in our previous life, so how could we have a wrong mind? At most, it's just a little cautious." For example.

"Then why does this bodhi tree still have traces of being struck by lightning?" An Qingli asked, "Thunder punishment?"

Xiao Jintan frowned golden, and said: "Where in the world is the real pure land? There are scum in the Taoist school, and it is also normal for the scum in the Buddhist school. People have greed and fear. Look at the ancestor of the Huayan Sect, Du Jie, After practicing the Tao for thousands of years, when there is no hope of advancing, don’t you also want a child.”

An Qingli also agrees with this principle. It doesn't mean that those who practice Buddhism must be good, nor does it mean that those who practice demons must commit heinous crimes.

Xiao Jintan snorted, and thinking about the discussion about Xiaokongjian's origin a few days ago, he guessed to himself: "Baobuqi, that Xiaokongjian is the child of a certain Buddhist eminent monk. He used some disgraceful means to get him come child."

(End of this chapter)