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Chapter 137 Healed (Part 2)
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Mexico City!

Jiulong Mountain, Foguang Temple.

Evening is ten.

Under the shroud of hazy night fog, the ancient Foguang Temple looks extraordinarily quiet and solemn.

The monastery reflected in the dusk, the apricot-yellow courtyard wall, the blue-gray temple ridge, and the pale-green towering ancient trees are all bathed in the rose-red sunset glow...

Ye Zijun and Han Wenqing came to the huge temple gate and listened to the deep and distant bell, as if feeling the emotion of an ancient poet when he failed the ranking.

Entering the temple, the two looked east and west until they came to the depths of the temple, and soon a huge Buddhist hall for receiving pilgrims appeared in front of them.

At this time, a middle-aged monk with a black Buddhist bead around his neck stretched out his fingers and put it on his chest immediately greeted them, "You two benefactors, you came from a long way, why are you here?" ? Is it worshiping Buddha? Or staying overnight?"

Mr. Ye Zi didn't say a word, he threw a stack of banknotes that he had prepared to the monk, and said: "Monk, we are not here to worship Buddha, but to find Master Wuyou."

The monk stretched out his hand and grabbed the thick banknote in his hand. However, after listening to Mr. Ye Zi's words, he walked up to Mr. Ye Zi without thinking, and returned the banknote in his hand to Mr. Ye Zi. Ye Zijun, "Benefactor, Zen Master Wuyou never sees guests! You two should take it back."

Mr. Ye Zi took the banknote and said with a sneer, "I will see him today even if I don't see him. Tell me where he is?"

Han Wenqing took a step forward and said respectfully: "Master, we came to visit Master Wuyou this time. In fact, someone asked us to come. The person said that before Master Wuyou became a monk, the dunya was over. This time we I came here specially for this matter. Please give me a hand, Master!"

"Amitabha! Two benefactors, why are you looking for this old monk?"

As soon as Han Wenqing's words fell, he heard an indistinct old voice coming from all directions. This voice gave people a sense of distance and emptiness.

Han Wenqing and Ye Zijun looked around, but they didn't even see a ghost.

"Who is pretending to be a god..." Ye Zijun was about to curse, but was stopped by Han Wenqing in time.

Han Wenqing looked around, "You must be Master Wuyou, right? My father asked me to hand you a letter. Please come out and meet Master."

As soon as Han Wenqing finished speaking, an old monk in his 60s suddenly walked out of an ancient tower not far from the Buddha Hall.

The old monk had very deep eyes and a kind face. When he walked over wearing a cassock and holding a Buddhist bead in his hand, although his pace was slow, he gave off a strange ethereal feeling.

"Amitabha, so good!" When Master Wuyou walked up to Mr. Ye Zi and Han Wenqing, Nian put one hand on his chest and recited a Buddhist saying.

Han Wenqing quickly took out the letter, and handed it to Master Wuyou respectfully with both hands. Master Wuyou took the letter, turned around, opened the letter and read it with the two of them on his back.

After a long while, he turned around and looked at Han Wenqing, "I must be the benefactor, are you Han Wenqing?"

Han Wenqing immediately said respectfully, "This junior is right!"

"Very well, the two benefactors, please go to the meditation room with me!" Master Wuyou said, turning around and leaving first.

Ye Zijun and Han Wenqing looked at each other, and then followed Master Wuyou.

Inside the meditation room of Master Wuyou.

"Benefactor! Please stretch out your hand!" Master Wuyou sat on the bed and looked at Mr. Ye Zi.

Mr. Ye Zi didn't speak, just stretched out his hand.

Master Wuyou closed his eyes and began to feel his pulse!
It's been a long time.

Only then did Master Wuyou open those deep eyes, and looked at Mr. Ye Zi, "Benefactor, forgive me for speaking bluntly! Donor, if you miss one step from this disease, it may last forever... Now, there is only one way to cure it!"

Ye Zijun was overjoyed when he heard these words, "Master, please tell me!"

"Benefactor, have you heard of acupuncture?" Master Wuyou asked.

"No." Ye Zijun shook his head.

"The so-called acupuncture technique. It is to use silver needles to treat the symptoms! This old monk will now use acupuncture to help you repair your physiological organs, and use silver needles to activate the necrotic flesh and blood..."

Master Wuyou said, opened the cassock, took out a small cloth bag from inside, and then took out nine silver needles from the bag, "Almsgiver, lie on the bed! This old monk will treat your illness right now!"

……

two hours later.

"Hahaha..." Ye Zijun suddenly burst into laughter after feeling the strangeness in his body.

While sterilizing the silver needle, Master Wuyou said, "I have fulfilled my wish! From now on, I will definitely not see a doctor! The two benefactors don't disturb the peace of this old monk in the future. Go down the mountain quickly!"

"Young Master Ye! Is your illness really cured?" Han Wenqing still asked in disbelief.

"Okay. It's all right." Mr. Ye Zi put on his trousers and said excitedly.

"Haha, that's really great." Han Wenqing was also very happy.

Mr. Ye Zi ignored him, but looked at Master Wuyou, "Master, thank you very much today."

"Benefactor! It's time to close the mountain gate, please go down the mountain quickly." Master Wuyou didn't even look at Mr. Ye Zi, and issued the order to evict guests.

……

Outside the gate of Foguang Temple.

Mr. Ye Zi held the flashlight, "Fortunately, I brought a flashlight, otherwise it would be so dark, how would I go down the mountain?"

"Haha, this Foguang Temple doesn't welcome us, so there's nothing we can do about it!" Han Wenqing laughed.

"Anyway, my illness has been cured. I'm afraid I won't have a place to sleep?" Mr. Ye Zi said.

"Young Master Ye, he just pricked a few needles and it's all right?" Han Wenqing asked again curiously.

"I don't know very well. When he pricked me with a needle, it was like an ant biting me. It was extremely itchy. Now it's numb again. It should be better!" Mr. Ye Zi was uncertain.

"Would you like to try it?" Han Wenqing said.

"Try a fart! I will never look for that kind of naughty woman again." Ye Zijun cursed.What he dislikes most now is women who go shopping in nightclubs.

Han Wenqing held back his laughter, "Then Young Master Ye will never forget what he promised me, right?"

"I'm going to see grandpa tomorrow. I'll bring you the wine." Mr. Ye Zi smiled.

at the same time.

In the Zen room, Master Wuyou was holding a Buddhist bead, looking at the night outside the window, and suddenly muttered to himself, "Everything is definite! Definite, I only hope that you, the benefactor, can correct your evil ways and return to righteousness! Don't go astray!"

……

at the same time.

Yuncheng, within a house.

Qiao Anran looked at a burly man at the door, held back her anger and said, "Sir, you are not my bodyguard, please don't stand at my door!"

Calorie leaned his upper body against the wall, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at Qiao Anran lazily, "Miss Anran, it is my duty to protect you. I can't be careless, or I will die."

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