"..."

The place was quite quiet, it could be said to be silent.

Even the young monk holding the lamp next to him was a little confused.

Master Miaoguang is indeed a well-known master in this circle.

Anyone who comes to Lincheng, Xizhou, will come to Liushan Temple to offer incense and pay homage.

But there are some things that cannot be explained clearly, even Master Miaoguang only vaguely mentioned them.

But even if you just mention something vaguely, it can benefit people deeply.

Master Miaoguang's reputation has also spread to other cities.

Over the past few decades, Master Miaoguang has been in charge of Liushan Temple, and the popularity of Liushan Temple has become more and more prosperous.

He has many disciples and is extremely respected.

But when did you become so respectful as to call your senior when you saw him facing a talisman?

If Master Miaoguang can be called "Senior", what level of existence must he be?

The young monk held his head with a small light on his head and knelt down with a "plop".

Mrs. Pei's voice stopped suddenly.

She raised her head suddenly and looked at Master Miaoguang's respectful expression. A certain string in her mind snapped and her ears buzzed.

Pei Mengzhi was also extremely surprised and stumbled: "Master, your name is Senior?"

"Yes." Master Miaoguang pinched the talisman paper, "Senior's talisman was obviously completed in one thought. This shows that senior is not only skilled in technique, but also extremely talented."

He put his hands together and bowed again: "I have been practicing hard for decades and still can't do it. I'm ashamed."

The young monk on the side was even more shocked.

Seniors and juniors in this circle are distinguished by their strength, not their age.

Even if you are nearly 70 years old, if you meet a young master, you should address him as "senior".

Mrs. Pei's face was stiff, and her voice came from deep in her throat, trembling violently: "Master, do you mean that this talisman is real?"

"Of course it is true." Master Miaoguang looked Pei Meng up and down, "This male donor has a miserable face, which is a sign of early death. In the past, he could have been lucky enough to escape."

"But as time goes by, it will become more and more difficult to avoid. This talisman can save his life at critical moments."

Pei Mengzhi nodded excitedly: "Yes, yes, that's what she said."

"Master, can we still save him?" Mrs. Pei panicked now, "Can my son still be saved?"

"My wife's son has formed a good relationship, so don't worry." Master Miaoguang hit the nail on the head, "But my wife's situation is not very good. Loss of wealth is a small thing, but death is a big thing."

Mrs. Pei was struck by thunder, and her face suddenly turned pale.

Pei Mengzhi asked: "Master, do you also know the situation of my family?"

"Two benefactors, I'm really sorry." Master Miaoguang said the Buddha's name, "The poor monk is not good at learning. The two benefactors have been plagued by cold evil for a long time. I forgive the poor monk for his incompetence."

Mrs. Pei was in disbelief: "Not even you?"

"If we could ask the master to come out, maybe it would be possible." Master Miaoguang shook his head, "It's a pity that the master traveled around the world in the last century. Even the poor monk, his disciple, doesn't know where he went."

After a pause, his eyes became sharper: "But since the two donors have seniors to help, why bother looking for the poor monk again?"

Mrs. Pei forced a smile: "Master, this..."

How could she now have the nerve to say that not only did she not believe it, but she also thought Si Fuqing was a bad guy.

Master Miaoguang already understood, he shook his head: "What a pity, what a pity, Jingyuan, see you off."

Mrs. Pei wanted to say something else, but Master Miaoguang had already sat down again and closed his eyes.

She just had to get out.

The next person who came to see me was Zuo Qingya.

"Brother Meng Zhi, what are you here to ask for?" She was very happy, "I just asked my grandma for a talisman."

Upon hearing this, Pei Mengzhi gave her a strange look.

Big idiot.

He was too embarrassed to say these three words.

Mrs. Pei stared at Zuo Qingya with a very unkind look in her eyes.

Zuo Qingya was startled: "Pei, Aunt Pei, what are you..."

"Let's go." Mrs. Pei said with a cold face, "Don't come to our house in the future. You are not welcome."

Looking at the backs of the two of them, Zuo Qingya was dumbfounded.

Before she could say anything else, she was urged by the young monk next to her.

Zuo Qingya could only walk in first.

"Master, my name is Zuo Qingya." She bowed, "I have been restless recently, I have nightmares every day, and my energy and blood are low. But there is nothing wrong with me when I go to the hospital for a checkup. Master, please help me see if there is anything dirty.

Got stuck on me?"

Master Miaoguang opened his eyes, and after a second, he said calmly: "Jingyuan, see you off."

Zuo Qingya was very unhappy: "Master, what do you mean? I spent money!"

Why let her leave?

"Amitabha." Master Miaoguang said calmly, "If you do evil by God, you can still forgive it, but if you do evil by yourself, you will not live."

"What are you doing to yourself! Please explain clearly." Zuo Qingya was anxious, "If you don't explain clearly, I won't leave today!"

Master Miaoguang suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze was like a torch, and his voice became colder: "You robbed someone else's things, it's time to give them back, and you still dare to talk so shamelessly here!"

"Jingyuan, see the guests off!"

The young monk wiped his sweat and stepped forward: "Donor, please."

"What's going on with you, a monk?" Zuo Qingya was so angry that she screamed, "What do you mean I robbed other people's things? Whose did I rob? Tell me! How can you, a monk, slander people?

Woolen cloth?!"

But at the same time, she felt a little guilty.

There is Zuo Xianyu on her, and she is the heir carefully cultivated by the Zuo family.

She and Zuo Zonghe were put free.

She does like to steal other people's things, but there's no reason to give them back?

The young monk forced Zuo Qingya to be sent out: "Please don't disturb the master's rest."

"Damn you, bald donkey!" Zuo Qingya was so angry that she yelled, "Damn you, bald donkey, I want to go out and tell others that you are a magician! A fake master!"

What a waste of her time!

Zuo Qingya was kicked out of Liushan Temple. She couldn't find Pei Mengzhi everywhere, so she had to go home.

the other side.

Pei Mengzhi and Mrs. Pei came down the mountain and were going to the parking lot.

"Mom, you should believe it now, right?" Pei Mengzhi was very tired, "Do you know what you are tearing up?"

If Mrs. Pei hadn't been so messy, he would have had two amulets.

"You said this was painted by Si Fuqing? How could it be painted by yourself?" Mrs. Pei was angry, "Have you seen her paint it?"

"Of course I have seen it." Pei Mengzhi smiled angrily, "Mom, it's already this time, don't you still believe it?"

"I just don't believe it." Mrs. Pei said coldly, "Maybe she just heard it from somewhere and is just talking nonsense."

It's not that she doesn't believe it, it's that she can't accept it.

Pei Mengzhi felt that this exchange could not continue at all, and his face turned cold: "Mom, if you think so, there is nothing I can do. Our family will just wait to die!"

He strode forward.

At this moment, a rapid whistle sounded, and a large car rushed out and hit Pei Mengzhi's direction.

Pei Mengzhi's feet seemed to be imprisoned in place, and his body was stiff and unable to move.

Mrs. Pei turned pale with fright and lost her voice: "Meng Zhi!"

The next second the big car was about to hit him, Pei Mengzhi felt his chest get hot!

Then, as if being pushed by an invisible hand, he fell backwards uncontrollably and fell down the steps.

The cart roared past.

Pei Mengzhi's legs immediately became weak.

He dazedly touched the shirt pocket on his chest and found that there was only ashes left in it.

The talisman blocks calamity, and the talisman ignites spontaneously!
To be continued...