Chapter 39 I can only wrong the Bodhisattva

Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

Chapter 39 I can only wrong the Bodhisattva

It seemed that the Bodhisattva did not dislike Zhao Yuerong's greed and did not even hear her prayer.

The old man who claimed to be the reincarnation of the Bodhisattva placed the flaming sword across the farmer's shoulder, with a focused look on his face and never even glanced in her direction.

If you haven’t seen it, you haven’t heard it.

After a few seconds, the old man pulled back the sword with a whoosh, and the flame on the tip of the sword was extinguished. Then he grabbed it with his other hand and threw it into the copper basin.

The sharp-eyed people present saw something almost transparent flash past, and then something magical happened.

The water in the copper basin gradually condensed into ice. You must know that it was autumn or early autumn at this time, and the temperature was still hovering around 20 or 30 degrees. How could it freeze.

The brave ones ran forward to check, and put their hands in the copper basin and touched it. Then they immediately shrank back as if they were electrocuted, and exclaimed: "It's ice, it's really ice!"

Everyone present was in an uproar.

Zhao Yuerong became excited again, her face would turn red when she was excited, "Husband, it's ice, it's ice!"

"I saw it, I saw it"

Xia Yuan responded repeatedly, looked at the shouts and shouts of the people around him, and then looked into the copper basin.

It can make water freeze. If you think about it with your buttocks, you will know that it is the effect of saltpeter.

But he thought that the trick of freezing saltpeter would be exposed by the villagers.

You must know that the Ming Dynasty’s firearms are not to say leading the world, but at least they have always been at the forefront of the world. Firearms require gunpowder, and gunpowder contains saltpeter, which can freeze water.

Although people in the Ming Dynasty may not necessarily understand the principle, they must be aware of this phenomenon.

He even read a record in his previous life, saying that on a hot summer day, some soldiers would pick out the saltpeter from the medicine, put it in water to condense into ice, and then use it to drive away the heat.

But looking at these people shouting and yelling, looking like they have never seen the world, it is obvious that they don't know.

The old man was obviously very impressed by the villagers' admiration. He stroked his beard and said slowly: "I have killed the evil spirit, and threw its broken soul into this copper basin. This ice is the source of that evil spirit."

It is formed by the invasion and condensation of evil Yin Qi."

After that, he said to the farmer: "Take a look now and see if you feel a lot more comfortable all over."

Hearing this, the farmer tried to move his neck and turned his arms, and soon his face became excited, "Really! I feel really comfortable, and my neck doesn't feel heavy at all."

"Thank you, Grandpa Bodhisattva, for saving my life. Thank you, Grandpa Bodhisattva, for saving my life!"

As he spoke, he knelt down with a plop and kowtowed to the old man.

"Folks, you don't have to be like this. I am here to help the world and save people. I am not coughing..." The old man stepped forward and helped the farmer up. Halfway through his words, he started coughing again and again.

"Grandpa Bodhisattva, what's wrong with you?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Cough cough cough..."

The old man waved his hands repeatedly and continued to cough as he spoke.

Seeing this, a disciple next to him came over and said to the old man very emotionally: "Master, why did you say it's okay? You were reincarnated and didn't bring much magic power. You just killed the evil spirits, and the other days.

Helping treat diseases and save lives, the losses caused cannot be made up by ordinary drugs.

Those aged ginseng and polygonatum are extremely expensive, not to mention that you don’t charge a penny for helping your neighbors.”

At this point, the disciple actually wiped away his tears and said with a sad look on his face: "You see you are coughing like this again. If you don't buy some ginseng and Polygonatum japonicum tonic quickly, I will be really scared, really scared."

"What are you afraid of? Do you want me to ask these villagers for money and then use it to buy some ginseng and Polygonatum japonica?"

"I'll go." Seeing this, Xia Yuan couldn't help but whisper, "Good guy, it turns out you're waiting here."

The old man scolded the apprentice with an "angry" look on his face: "How many times have I told you that our religion only seeks to be compassionate and help the world and save people? Do I kill evil spirits, cure diseases and save people just to make money?"

"But Master, your losses are so serious. How can the disciples buy you medicine without money?"

"If you don't have money, don't buy it."

"But" the disciple wanted to say more, but the old man's eyes widened, "Don't say any more! Do you want to trap me into injustice?"

Sure enough, the old man and his apprentice performed so heartlessly that the farmer who had just been saved was so moved that he took out a few grains of silver from his arms and said, "Grandpa Bodhisattva, I am just a farmer, and my family doesn't have much money.

You take the silver."

"Take it back, I don't want it!"

"Master doesn't want it. As a disciple, I will help you keep it." The disciple stepped forward and took the money directly, then put it in his arms.

"Traitor!" the old man said through gritted teeth: "Go back! Otherwise, you will be dealt with according to the canon rules."

"If you don't retreat, master can do whatever he wants. I have to collect the money, otherwise I will use it to buy medicine for master."

"Yes, Grandpa Bodhisattva, just accept it."

"Yes, Master, just keep it and don't punish senior brother. He is doing this for you."

At this time, the farmer who gave the money and several apprentices around him tried to persuade him.

The old man watched this scene, his lips moved for a long time, and finally he sighed, "Hey, you are trying to trap me into injustice."

At this point, the play has reached its finale. If it develops normally, the onlookers will step forward one after another, donate generously, and take the initiative to take out their money to let the reincarnated Bodhisattva buy medicine.

But reality always backfired. The villagers in Xiajiazhuang just watched silently, and no one stepped forward to dig into their pockets.

After a while, a person in the crowd said loudly: "Fellow folks, listen to this. In order to save all sentient beings and to save ordinary people like us, the Bodhisattva's own body has been depleted and he needs to use rare substances such as ginseng and polygonatum.

Make it up.

But the Bodhisattva will not accept a penny from us. This is a true Bodhisattva. I, Wang Shisan, am just a farmer. I have never read anything, but I know the principles of making offerings to the Bodhisattva.

The Bodhisattva doesn’t want it, but we have to give it, don’t you think so?”

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After a moment of silence, a woman in the crowd said: "Look at my memory. I was just watching the fun and forgot that the stove at home was still cooking. I have to go back and take a look, otherwise

It’ll be blurry for a while.”

After saying that, she struggled to squeeze out of the crowd and turned around to say hello: "Master, don't look at the excitement. Let's go home quickly. After dinner, we have to work in the fields soon."

"Hey, okay."

At that moment, a man responded repeatedly, squeezed out of the crowd, and followed the woman back home.

"Oh, yes, I forgot too. My stove hasn't been turned off yet. Master, let's go home quickly."

"It's not out at home either."

"The firewood hasn't been chopped at home yet, so I have to go back quickly."

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In just a moment, all the villagers who had been watching the excitement had left for various reasons.

To be honest, they really wanted to donate some money to the Bodhisattva so that the Bodhisattva could buy ginseng and yellow essence to replenish his health, but after thinking about it, they realized that their own money was not enough.

Alas, I can only wrong the Bodhisattva.
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