You Buddha is merciful and cool [Rebirth]

However, there is some cause and effect in all major disasters. The smallpox incident is due to the birth of evil spirits this year.

Zhu Jueyun took advantage of the rebirth and knew the whole story in advance. The evil spirit was born out of the resentment of a black cat that had been dead for more than ten years. , resentment, and hatred suddenly grew stronger, bringing out a burst of filth.

This evil spirit is not that bad, if it was Zhu Jueyun before, it would be easy to pick ten, but now his dantian is empty, and the Qi training period has not passed, he is a bit unprovoked, so now he really can only chant sutras Pray to Qufu.

"Nanwu Lianchi Haihui Buddha and Bodhisattva." Beginning with this, after reciting, the energy becomes more and more abundant, and the limbs and bones seem to have been soaked in the Tianchi. Zhu Jueyun has always been like this when he recited the scriptures. There is nothing he can't understand, if he wants to pray for someone, then he can make that person blessed.

The head abbot has always said that he is talented, and shook his head at him, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow.

Of course it's hi, but this old man has been cultivating for more than 300 years, and it is very likely that he has really realized something, seeing that he can't afford this blessing, and may die early.

Zhu Jueyun meditated all night, and when he opened his eyes, the sky was already pale.

Chanting after burning incense, he didn't think about things when he was chanting in his previous life, and he didn't really pray for anyone. Not to trouble the Buddha, it's more like going through the motions and acting "smarter than you" People are working harder than you'.

This time, I had a little bit of a little boy in my heart, and may the Buddha shelter Qu Conggu and his worry-free parents in Pingcheng.

Qu Mansion treats this person who claims to be a Buddhist cultivator, but he doesn't look like a Buddhist cultivator anywhere, very kindly. He is tight on food and drink, and cleans up the ancestral hall in the mansion for him to pay respects to the Buddha.

Qu Conggu followed behind him, not knowing what he wanted to do.

Zhu Jueyun burned incense, and he carried the fire pocket with him, and passed it forward when needed. When Zhu Jueyun chanted, he yawned and read a few sentences mixed with each other. Zhu Jueyun meditated, He just lay down on the futon and slept in the dark. The halazi was half a foot long.

Mrs. Qu is gentle, and thanks to her gentleness, otherwise, two broomsticks might be broken, and she would have to carry her worthless son back to the house to study honestly.

Now that he is in a hurry, he can only pinch Qu Conggu's face and say, "Don't bother the mage anymore!"

I didn't use too much force on my hand, and it hurt so much when I pinched it red.

Qu Conggu was obedient, so he moved the books he usually memorized to the ancestral hall.

Mrs. Qu: ...

"This can't work," Mrs. Qu said earnestly, "The mage needs to meditate, you will disturb him."

Qu Conggu turned to look at Zhu Jueyun.

Zhu Jueyun said: "It doesn't matter."

Mrs. Qu: "..."

Master, you are a little ignorant of the world.

Zhu Jueyun could understand it, but he really didn't think it was a big deal, he just followed if he wanted to, it wouldn't affect anything.

Moreover, the great monk was not too fussy, and when he opened his eyes after reading the "Amitabha Sutra", he saw a beautiful child sleeping soundly on the table, with a section of white neck exposed in his collar, which was also very interesting.

But even he himself didn't know why Qu Conggu was so close to him.

If it wasn't for him being an insider, he would feel that the kid had been beaten.

Gu Cong got his mother's approval and became more unscrupulous. After that, he almost lived in the ancestral hall. He didn't make noise. Beside the case, sometimes I practice calligraphy, and sometimes I recite in a low voice.

This afternoon, Qu Conggu was copying the copybook. There were several pieces of waste paper piled up next to him. He wrote with great care. He crawled on the desk, his hands and face were stained with ink.

Zhu Jueyun came over: "Tired?"

This sound startled Qu Conggu, and Ji Ling suddenly tilted his hand, and the stroke of his pen trembled a few times.

Zhu Jueyun said: "Sorry."

Qu Conggu smiled softly: "I don't even know when you came here."

Zhu Jueyun leaned over to read his handwriting, and asked, "Whose handwriting are you facing?"

"Mister gave it," Qu Cong said, "Thousand Character Essay."

Zhu Jueyun turned two pages, then patted him on the back, made him sit up straight, and said, "The posture is wrong."

As he spoke, he held Qu Conggu's hand holding the writing brush, and walked up with his breath.

Qu Conggu raised his head in his arms and giggled.

Zhu Jueyun also laughed: "What's wrong."

Qu Cong said, "My hands are full of ink."

Zhu Jueyun let go of his hand and saw that his right hand was also stained black.

Qu Conggu laughed hard,

Zhu Jueyun held his hand again, and wrote exactly the same next to the words on his paper stroke by stroke.

Comparing the two, Qu Conggu said: "You write beautifully."

Zhu Jueyun really couldn't be proud of it. How many years he has lived, this is too unfair to people and children.

So at this time, I just drew two circles on the words: "Holding the pen needs to be more active, this is wrong."

Qu Conggu nodded, and wrote a new one from the side.

Zhu Jueyun boasted: "It looks good."

Qu Conggu was overjoyed, and was a little embarrassed to be praised.

Zhu Jueyun stopped teaching later, and stood by and watched him write for a while.

He always feels that this child is a little different from ordinary people. You can't simply say that it's because this little boy is too good-looking, and you can't say that it's because he has never suffered so much, so he keeps his innocence. A more accurate statement should be, Qu Cong Gu There is an almost unreal beauty in her body.

Too kind, rich, and beautiful, but this 12-year-old boy has childishness. There is no doubt that if he lives like this forever, he will keep this childishness forever, even if he is old.

It was Qu Mansion who gave him an overly safe and gentle environment to raise such a child with a personality like a little milk cat.

Zhu Jueyun felt that the hatred in his heart had nowhere to hide.

Qu Conggu wrote a whole page and looked up at him eagerly.

Zhu Jueyun said very politely: "There is progress."

Qu Conggu, however, was very embarrassed, and cautiously made a request: "Can we go out to play? Tomorrow is the third day of junior high school, there will be a party."

This demeanor language makes people unable to say no.

However, Zhu Jueyun still refused: "There is no one on the street, and we can't go out."

Qu Cong paused, as if he did not expect Zhu Jueyun to refuse.

Zhu Jueyun said: "There are a lot of people infected with the disease these days, and no one goes to the rally anymore. If you want to play, can I accompany you there in a few days?"

Qu Cong said: "Okay, let's go again after a while."

Having said that, it is obvious that the interest has dropped a lot.

This really doesn't work, Zhu Jueyun explained the truth clearly and didn't say any more.

Qu Conggu didn't speak, and there was a moment of silence between the two.

After a while, Qu Conggu suddenly said, "I'm sorry."

Zhu Jueyun looked down at him.

Qu Cong said: "I'm rude, I shouldn't be angry at you, and I shouldn't say that I want to go out to play, I promised my mother not to go out."

He didn't look up while talking, just stared at the table case.

'Pu Chi', 'Pu Chi' several times, Zhu Jueyun was hit by arrows in the heart, his hard-hearted heart was pierced softly.

Zhu Jueyun stretched out his hand to stroke the fine hair, and said, "What a good boy."

The nearest air is always filled with the smell of herbs, but the sky is still blue, and occasionally two gusts of wind can blow away the strong smell of herbs. The air below seems to be dead, and the street has been gone for a whole day. Whether a person dies of starvation, thirst, or disease, it all happens silently at home, and he never goes out.

The Qu Mansion has been safe, no one has a fever, but everyone is exhausted physically and mentally from the devastation.

Zhu Jueyun had been practicing for several days, and his complexion was a little bit. The true energy in his body was accumulated, and he would soon break through to practice energy.

The door of Qu Mansion was suddenly knocked several times.

This door has not been knocked on for nearly a month, and the last time it rang was Zhu Jueyun.

The servant asked loudly through the door: "Who?!"

But no one answered outside.

The servant didn't dare to open the door, and asked twice in a row, and then heard a female voice outside: "Please...give us some food."

The Qu family has always done good deeds. Both Master Qu and Mrs. Qu will distribute porridge every year, and there are often people who come to beg for food. On weekdays, the servants directly send them away. Now the situation is special, and this servant has notified Mrs. Qu .

Mrs. Qu said: "Go and pack some dry food and pass it to her from a distance. Surviving in troubled times is not easy."

The servants took orders and packed some dry food. When the door opened a crack, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. A black light flashed by, and rushed straight into the mansion, heading towards the ancestral hall!

The servant was shocked and fell back in fright, shouting repeatedly.

Here Qu Cong Gu is reciting "Ode to Zhou". The afternoon sun made him feel lazy, and he was sleepy after a while, still muttering about it.

Zhu Jueyun raised his head suddenly, turned around and stood up.

The door of the room opened in response, and went straight to him!

Qu Conggu was startled, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Zhu Jueyun raised his hand and waved his sleeve. Suddenly, a black light appeared and landed on the ground, revealing a majestic wolf cub.

It really is a wolf cub, the kind that should not be weaned yet.

Qu Cong gave an 'ah' and said, "What's the matter?"

Zhu Jueyun lowered his body, picked it up from the ground without hesitation, waved at Qu Conggu, and said, "This is my magic weapon."

Qu Conggu looked bewildered.

Several servants covered their faces so that only their eyes were exposed, and chased after them with sticks, shouting: "Mage! What do you see—" As they spoke, they saw the wolf in Zhu Jueyun's arms.

The reason why he could tell it was a wolf instead of a dog at a glance was because the gray and white hair and bright green pupils were too obvious.

Zhu Jueyun said: "It's nothing, they came to see me."

This wolf has been by Zhu Jueyun's side for many years. It was originally a subduing magic pestle, and the free spirit soon formed a contract with him. The body and spirit will stay together forever. After Zhu Jueyun died, the subduing magic pestle was naturally reborn with its master. .

This has been very slow to find.

The wolf cub was looking at Zhu Jueyun. They had experienced life and death together, and now they were back to the starting point. Even though they met again after less than two months, there were still some disturbances.

Qu Conggu liked this wolf very much, and wanted to touch it a little bit, so he watched it eagerly from the side.

Zhu Jueyun simply put the whole wolf into his arms and said, "Don't bite, let's play."

Surprised and delighted, Qu Conggu suddenly rubbed his face against the fur on the wolf's neck, saying, "It's so soft, it's so cute."

The wolf grunted in its throat, it didn't seem to be disgusted, and turned over and clasped it on Qu Conggu's shoulder, which was not very honest anyway.

Qu Cong yelled and went back and forth to catch the wolf and let him return to his arms, but the wolf always jumped up and down on him to avoid it.

One person and one wolf are cuter than anyone else.

Qu Cong played with the wolf in his arms all afternoon, and dawdled before returning to the house at night.

Zhu Jueyun saw through him, and said, "Hug it and go back."

"How good is that?" Xiao Shizi pretended to evade, "It came to look for you, and it ran such a long way."

Zhu Jueyun smiled: "Okay, then give it back to me."

Qu Conggu: "..."

You can't break your word if you say it, Xiao Shizi was in a very unhappy mood, suddenly saw that Zhu Jueyun was teasing him this time, he rubbed the wolf cub's hair again, and wanted to hand it out.

But Zhu Jueyun directly pushed over, let him hug the wolf firmly, and said: "Take it away, don't play too late."

Qu Conggu then smiled, and asked, "What's its name?"

Zhu Jueyun said: "Cao Gu."