Bold Evildoer, Poor Monk Fahai

Chapter 222 Is Wuxin Still Alive

"Ms. Xuanji, please bless my mate, and Ms. Xuanji, bless my mate..."

In the wilderness and forest, a lonely temple is located at the foot of the mountain. A gust of wind blew, and the wind chimes hanging on the wishing tree outside the temple collided with each other, making a crisp and sweet sound.

The temple plaque is on the book Xuanji Niangniang Temple.

Under the cold moonlight, it seemed to be wrapped in silver.

Facing the moonlight, there was a figure kneeling in the temple, looking sad and lonely. There was a sound of sorrow and sorrow in her mouth, which sounded a little crippled.

She is a woman of about twenty-three and four, dressed in plain clothes, but she looks beautifully born. The cheeks are full of tears, and the appearance of pear blossoms with rain is pitiful.

"Ms. Xuanji is merciful. My father-in-law was poached to save others and asked Ms. Xuanji to save him."

The cry of sorrow and grief spreads along with the sound of wind chimes.

Huhu!

Suddenly, a cold wind blew into the temple, which made people shudder. The woman's body trembled slightly, and the color of fear flashed across her eyes.

Because she saw the shadow on the ground...

Behind her stood a person with double horns, not...should be a monster.

"What a handsome little beauty."

The cold laughter sounded in the woman's ears.

The woman was greatly frightened, she ran to the shrine of Empress Xuanji, clutching the edges of her clothes tightly with her hands, her body trembled, and she made a sad cry for mercy.

In front of her was an extremely ugly monster, with weird double horns on his head, scales on his forehead, and the color of YH in his cold eyes, "Little lady, are you waiting for this seat here?"

The woman's cheeks were pale, and her face paled, "You, don't come over, Empress Xuanji is here, she, she will kill you."

"Xuanji Empress?"

The monster raised his head and looked at the statue of Empress Xuanji, with a sarcasm on his face, "What is this lady?"

"Little lady, go with this seat and be my wife."

"Don't come, don't come..."

The woman reached out her hand to grab the melons and fruits enshrined on the shrine and smashed it towards the monster.

The monster stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, "What a fierce little lady, but I like it."

The monster looked up to the sky and laughed. With a wave of his palm, the mana rolled up the figure of the woman and disappeared from the Xuanji Niangniang Temple.

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"Amitabha! The poor monk came from afar, and it's too late today. Can you stay here for the night?"

In front of the lonely farmhouse, Fahai looked at the old woman in the courtyard with his hands folded and smiling.

The old woman didn't seem to hear Fahai's words, her eyes were full of worry and looked in one direction.

"donor……"

Fahai yelled twice.

The old woman recovered and looked straight at him, "Is there anything wrong with the little master?"

"The poor monk passed by here and was hungry and labored. Can you take the night?"

Fahai said sincerely.

"Little master, please come in."

The old woman did not hesitate and invited Fahai into the house. Buddhism flourishes in the land of Zhongzhou, and ordinary people are extremely friendly to Buddhism disciples.

The old woman opened the door of the yard and led Fahai into the house. She poured a cup of tea for Fahai, and then went to fetch two warm buns...

"Little master, the only poor at home are steamed buns, don't mind."

"Thank you for the donor, a cup of hot tea in the wilderness, two steamed buns are great."

Fahai ate a steamed bun, then looked at the old woman and asked, "Donor, now that the time has passed, why doesn't it rest? Isn't it waiting for someone to return?"

The old woman sighed, with sadness on her face, "My son was injured in order to save someone. My daughter-in-law went to ask Empress Xuanji for blessing, but she has not returned yet."

"When will you go out? Why haven't you returned yet?"

Fahai couldn't help asking more.

"I went out in the afternoon, and I came back at sunset in the past. I don't know why no one came back at this time this time."

The old woman burst into tears, "I'm afraid something has happened. This is how the old body can live alone."

Fahai frowned slightly.

He just came here because he saw the evil spirit haunting the farmhouse.

"Donor, can you take the poor monk to see your son?"

Hearing what Fahai said, the old woman was taken aback, wiped away her tears, and took Fahai to the back room. Under the faint candlelight, I saw a pale youth lying on the bed. His breath was very weak and he could die at any time. He was wearing a white inner shirt and his heart was soaked in blood.

The faint **** air mixed with demonic air filled the back room, which was very uncomfortable.

"Can the poor monk look at his injury?"

Fahai turned to look at the depressed old woman.

She nodded.

Fahai carefully opened the man's shirt, and a shocking hole appeared before his eyes.

The man actually lost his mind.

There was a look of surprise in Fahai's eyes. He could live without his heart?

The old woman cried mournfully, "My son is a scholar and he has a good heart. Three days ago in the evening, he was poached by a monster to save a child. How could a person be alive without his heart? It should be because the old body and Ziqing can't worry about it, and he has been reluctant to leave."

"Donor, Empress Xuanji is..."

"Emperor Xuanji is a patron saint with a radius of a hundred miles, and she is very effective..."

The old woman cried more and more sad.

"Amitabha!"

Fahai clasped his hands together, "Ji people have their own heavens, and your son has sacrificed his life to save others, and his merits are boundless. My Buddha is merciful and will never let him die."

After speaking, Fahai waved his palm, and the gentle Buddha light enveloped the man. His pale face gradually recovered a little blood, and his breathing gradually became stronger.

The old woman was stunned on the spot, then knelt on the ground and begged, "May the holy monk save my son, and the holy monk save him."

"He has no heart. To keep him alive, he needs a heart."

Hearing Fahai's words, the old woman eagerly said: "Holy monk, can the old body give him his heart?"

Fahai shook his head and refused, "This can save him, but what should he do when he wakes up? Are you going to let him fall into endless guilt and panic?"

The old woman kept kowtow, "Holy monk, please save him. As long as he can save him, the old man is willing to do anything."

Fahai gently shook his head and reached out to support her. "The poor monk has laid the shadow of Buddha on your son. With the shelter of the shadow of Buddha, he can live if he finds a heart within seven days."

"The way of heaven is obvious, and there is a cycle of cause and effect. He is poached by the monster to save people, so save him with the heart of the monster."

The old woman softened and sat on the ground leaning against the wall, her eyes blank, "How can you give up your heart to save my son because the monster is so cruel."

"Don't worry, the poor monk will give you a heart after eating a bun."

Fahai said calmly: "Within seven days, the poor monk will catch the monster that dug out your son's heart, and save your son."

"Thank you holy monk..."

Fahai stepped out of the back room, and the old woman hurriedly followed.

Fahai glanced at the steamed buns on the table and asked, "Donor, can this steamed bun be given to the poor monk?"

"Holy monk, please take it, if it is not enough, the old man will bring you two more."

Fahai put the steamed bun in the embroidered robe, smiled and nodded, "This one is enough."

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