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After accepting the sideways glances from passers-by, the miserable Na Xu finally carried Mo Ya back to the inn.

After returning, Na Xu continued to suffer, and once again treated the wound for him to stop the bleeding.

Mo Ya was awake all the time, but this time he was very quiet, resting his head on his hands, looking at him without saying a word.

"The benefactor, go to sleep, so that you can sleep well, don't toss about any more."

In the end, Naxu got up, not afraid of his gaze, and clasped his hands together without distracting thoughts.

Up to this moment, he didn't notice any abnormalities, and returned to the room very tired, covered Na Yan with the quilt, and took off the torn monk's robe, only to find that there were few things.

"Heart Sutra", a handwritten relic of his master, he has been carrying with him for no less than ten years, but it is gone.

This shock was no small matter, and Nasu immediately lost all fatigue and rushed to the street like a gust of wind.

In the dead of night, with the full moon just in time, the streets are full of garbage left by hawkers, but there is no such book of his.

Naxu wandered around the street in the middle of the night, stepped on the path he walked three times, and finally returned to the place where the previous fight was.

The pool of blood left by Mo Ya is still there, they were torn apart here, and the scriptures were most likely lost here.

Na Xu squatted down, staring at the pool of blood in a daze.

Even the master's relics were lost. Is this Mo Ya's benefactor really his own curse?

Yeyue was silent, and there were only two stray wild dogs on the street, who barked twice like him.

Na Xu raised his head, took a look unconsciously, and finally found that the two wild dogs were extremely boring, as if they were tearing something like a book.

After a moment of concentration, Na Xu set off and rushed over with a "huh".

Sure enough, it was his Heart Sutra, his master's handwriting. Na Xu was so anxious that he grabbed the book tightly with both hands and beat him to death.

One person and two dogs began a protracted battle.

These two mangy dogs were very brave, spitting flying and biting to death, until the scriptures were torn to pieces, they exchanged glances and walked away.

Na Xu succeeded, and got a pile of spittle-covered fragments, as well as four dog-tooth marks on his shoulders.

Yeyue was still deserted, Na Xu pressed the door of his heart, and the person who had never been quiet in the ancient well actually let out a wail in Yingyue.

"Let's go back." At noon the next day, Mo Ya suggested, "I'm not sure outside, so why not hire a car and let's go back to recuperate."

Na Xu was not in a good mood, he had only eaten half a steamed bun so far, and he didn't seem to hear what he was talking about.

"Let's go back, go back to the temple to recuperate, I will recover sooner." Mo Ya added.

Na Xu buried his head, feeling extremely reluctant to take him back again.

But what to do, he was injured because of himself, and he has been away from the temple for a long time, and now there must be many villagers waiting for him to go back for treatment.

The so-called karma should be such that you can't shake it off and let it go.

"Okay." In the end, he finally sighed, sighed and sighed, after all, he didn't choose to escape.

Back at the temple, the happy little bird spread its wings and immediately plunged into his beloved kitchen.

To celebrate the return, Na Chen asked for a meal with oil.

So Na Xu chopped vegetables, Na Chen cooked vegetables, and Mo Ya watched from the sidelines, having a great time.

Cooking food is Na Chen's hobby, so he can blatantly eat a few more mouthfuls in the name of "tasting food".

The frying pan began to steam.

Mo Ya smacked his mouth and asked Na Xu with squinting eyes: "Why don't you order more food? You've been cooking with this bit of star foam all day, so you're not hungry at night?"

"I'm not hungry. My appetite is not as good as that. Cooking too much is a waste."

"What is waste?" Mo Ya sneered mockingly.

Na Xu rolled his eyes, smiled and said: "Waste, it's like you bought a hairpin for Na Chen."

Na Chen, who was waiting for the oil to boil, nodded again and again: "Don't waste it, it's like my brother buying vegetarian bags for Na Chen."

Mo Ya stopped, tilted his head, and looked at the frying pan: "That's really good, for this reason, I'll add some meaty smell to you." After speaking, he put his index finger into the frying pan.

Immediately after the sound of "wow", the sleeves of the water-colored robe flickered in front of Mo Ya's eyes, and the oil pan was overturned to the ground by Na Xu's wave.

The oil pan was smashed, and the oil splashed all over the floor, but fortunately it did not boil.

Na Chen held up the kitchen shovel, a little frightened.

Mo Ya patted Na Xu on the back, raised his eyebrows, and looked at Na Xu.

Na Xu and Mo Ya looked at each other for a while, then turned around silently, and when they reached the door, they finally said word by word: "Ants are greedy for life."

Mo Ya was stunned, a little unaccustomed to Na Xu's indifferent attitude, and then he lit up his blistered fingers and looked back and forth: "Master, don't worry, your hands are not cooked. But this time is really a waste."

This time, Nasu didn't look back, didn't comfort him, didn't say a word, and walked out indifferently.

The angry little fat man trembled, na na: "Senior brother is angry."

At first Mo Ya didn't take it seriously, but it wasn't until dinner that Mo Ya realized that that anger was because he turned a blind eye to him and only treated Mo Ya as air!

However, Mo Ya didn't mind, he had plenty of ways.

The next day, when the pilgrims knew that the abbot Naxu had returned, they entered the temple one after another, offering incense and seeking medical treatment.

Before entering the hall, I saw Mo Ya undressing, loosening his belt, and finally indulged to the point of being naked, lying flat on the porch, basking in the sun.

"Master Naxu, this person...why is this person so indiscreet? He should really be..."

Na Xu frowned, and interrupted gently: "Benefactors, what did you see? Why can't the poor monk see it?"

The pilgrims were shocked by Na Xu's reply.They looked at each other and wondered, "Master didn't see it?"

"See what?"

"See no evil."

After a long time, Na Xu suddenly continued, "Could it be that the poor monk hasn't returned to the temple for many days, and evil things broke in here, making everyone run into evil?"

Nachen knocked on the wooden fish obediently.

"Blessing benefactors, the poor monk will close the mountain gate early today, please go down the mountain early." Finally, Naxu made a refreshing hemasao, and politely saw off the guests.

After closing the temple gate, Mo Ya, who had slipped away, clapped his hands and praised, "Master Naxu, good acting skills."

Na Xu still turned a blind eye, walked up the steps, and slowly walked back to the hall.

"Brother, it's going to be cold." Na Yan ran out, took two futons, and helped Mo Ya to cover them.

Mo Ya was bored, so he had no choice but to go back to his room and put on his clothes.

At night, it started to rain.

It is raining heavily outside and light rain falling inside, which is a major local feature of Wanfo Temple.

The most leaky place in the entire temple is the Sutra Pavilion, and the Sutra Pavilion is the most leaky.

"Senior brother, here, here! Another leak." Na Chen gnawed on the steamed bun and pointed at the thin rain line in the room.

"Is there nothing else to catch the rain, then?"

"The chamber pot is all used."

The rain beat against the pane, and Naxu turned his head, looking regretfully at the steamed bun in Nachen's hand.

"No." Na Chen stuffed as many steamed buns into his mouth as possible.

"This... cold steamed buns also absorb water." Nasu struggled without hope.The eyes look extravagantly hoping that anger can sacrifice the small self and complete the big self.

"no!"

In this regard, Master Naxu sighed, so he had no choice but to invite back the water purification bottle of Goddess Avalokitesvara from the treasure hall.

Naxu put the Avalokitesvara bottle on the spot, raised his head, and waited for the raindrops to fall leisurely.

However, after waiting for a long time, not a drop of water fell.

Naxu wondered, it was still raining outside, so why didn't it leak here?

So, he didn't give up and waited.

When Na Yan fell asleep leaning on the scriptures, there was still no water leakage. Not only was there no water leakage here, but several other places in the house were also no longer leaking.

Na Xu was startled, opened his umbrella, stepped out of the room, and looked towards the roof.

The autumn rain was so heavy that people couldn't open their eyes.

On the roof, Mo Ya was busy repairing the roof with straw, when he saw Na Xu coming out, he gave him a wicked smile: "Use this grass to fix the watch first, and when the weather clears, I'll cut down wood and fix the house."

Na Xu was stunned, rolled up his sleeves and pulled up his robe, and managed to climb up to the roof without saying a word, holding an umbrella for Mo Ya.

The autumn rain lingered all night, and at the next morning, it finally stopped.

Looking out from the roof, there are scattered leaves all over the place, and the outstanding autumn colors are everywhere, which makes people especially comfortable to look at.

In the sky, lead clouds move slowly in the low sky; on the ground, white chrysanthemums sway in the wind; in the meantime, the rainy maple leaves are so red that they are not as dazzling as before, burning the sky warmly.

"Are you willing to talk to me?" Mo Ya, who hadn't slept all night, grinned and pushed Na Xu with his shoulder.

Na Xu sighed, the autumn scenery was full of colors, but it couldn't get into Mo Ya's eyes.

Na Chen in the room woke up, sleepy and wanted to touch something to eat, and knocked over the chamber pot at hand to catch the leaking water with one hand.

The water immediately soaked the few books on the low table, and every time he got into trouble, Na Yan would wake up quickly, and he quickly swung his sleeves to wipe away the water stains on the thin surface.

Hehe, thanks to his quick response, the scriptures are fine.

Taking a long breath, Na Chen sat down with his hands lowered in reassurance. This time, his round buttocks overturned a large porcelain bowl very precisely.

Naturally, the big porcelain bowl was not empty, and there was quite a lot of water in it.

What was soaked by the flood was the paper that senior brother Na Xu had just copied by hand the night before.With a flick of anger, he quickly picked it up.The paper drank all the water, and lay dead in that hand.

"Brother, the "Bai Ze Tu" you repaired...is wet!" Na Yan shouted and ran towards the door, the prayer beads hanging around his neck dangling all the way, and the wet cloth behind him firmly wrapped his round buttocks.

When Na Xu got off the roof, he figured out what Na Chen meant. He looked carefully at the destroyed pages.

"These pictures are copied from the ninth door in "Bai Ze Tu", so it's not a problem." Na Xu stroked the angry little bald head.

"Really?"

"Well, I just copied a small part of the original book, and I still haven't completed the missing parts." Nasu nodded, "Copy it again at most."

Here, Mo Ya raised his hand, and asked seriously, "What is Bai Zetu, and what is the ninth gate?"

Na Xu smiled, "Well, it's a long story."

"It's okay, I have plenty of time to listen."

Na Xu was contemplating, and finally spoke after deliberating.

The so-called "Bai Ze Tu" is a strange book, which records strange things in the world, the names, appearances and exorcism methods of all spirits in the world. It is said that possessing this book can control all demon gods.However, it is said that everything in the world does not exist to be complete and perfect, and the same is true for "Bai Ze Tu". At some point, the book has been incomplete due to changes.

The Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple exists precisely to complement this "Bai Ze Tu".

After listening to the eloquent explanation, Mo Ya's eyes flickered with curiosity. He pretended to be tired and leaned on Na Xu's shoulder, "Is this how your master died slowly? Now you are the one doing this job?"

"This is the mantle of the master."

"Then...what is the Nine Doors? Is there really one? Where is the door?"

Na Xu shook his head, "I don't know, these are the missing chapters, we need to research slowly and complete."

Mo Ya seemed to want to ask something, but at this moment, his angry stomach growled uncontrollably, and he scratched his cheeks, "Brother, you must be hungry after a long night of tossing, we must eat enough to eat." Have the strength to complete this broken book!" Afterwards, he raised his head a little shyly, "Brother, do you have something that you really want to eat that doesn't happen to be available in the temple? Then go buy it!"

Mo Ya suppressed a smile, raised his injured finger, and fell crookedly towards Na Xu, as if he had passed out from exhaustion.

Wake up early and the sun is shining brightly.

Mo Ya got up and touched his forehead first, but it wasn't hot; then he lifted his clothes and looked at the waist injury, which was basically healed.This eminent monk Naxu's medical skills are really amazing.

"What can I do..." Mo Ya sighed, and raised the index finger that was burned by the hot oil: "It's all over, how can I hang around here."

The burn on the index finger was not too severe, and after applying the ointment specially prepared by Naxu, there were only a few small blisters now.

"My finger was seriously injured. If I don't stay here, I will die." Mo Ya murmured, and at the end he couldn't help but pooh himself.

There must be a new excuse, must.

"Brother, brother!"

Soon that new excuse came to the door, it was that anger, the little fat boy was shouting and running close with his eyes shining with gold.

"The ginkgo fruit on the ginkgo tree is ripe!" Little Fat Boy was excited, "Brother help me to harvest."

"Okay!" Mo Ya was straightforward, absolutely not procrastinating: "I'll help you fight, climb a tree to fight!"

The ginkgo tree is more than ten years old, and the branches are so straight that it is difficult to get a foothold, but Mo Ya is very agile, and he climbed to the top of the tree with two or three strokes.

Na Chen sucked his fingers under the tree, his heart was full of joy, and he could already smell the slightly bitter fragrance of fried gingko.

"How much? Shake it all off?" Mo Ya spoke from the top of the tree, shaking the branches and leaves.

"Ok!"

Mo Ya then moved around, constantly changing positions on the top of the tree, reaching for his hands, shaking the ginkgo fruit, and looking for a suitable place to stumble.

right here!

Soon he was selected.

A fork of a big branch, with lush branches and leaves underneath, he can fall lightly, scraping the branch along the way to counteract the falling force, and finally land on the muddy ground under the tree.

It was not an accident of falling to death, he could control his posture, and finally broke his pelvis miserably.

"Ah!" The plan was established and he immediately put it into action, pretending to slip, and the person immediately stumbled and fell from the top of the tree.

"I was the one who wanted to go up the tree to hit the ginkgo fruit, don't do that kind of thing, don't blame him..."

He even thought about the bloody lines after landing.

A person like Naxu would definitely bend down silently, sighing again and again, because his pelvis was injured and it was inconvenient to carry him, so he had to carry himself into the temple.

So much perfection.

Mo Ya sighed, opened his arms slightly to welcome the breeze, and soon fell to the bottom of the tree.

After a journey full of dust and dust all the way, it can be regarded as rushing back to Wanfo Temple.

Ever since I took this unlucky stalking mission, I haven't had a single day of rest.

Gao Shou sighed, went up the steps, and unconsciously glanced at the ginkgo tree in front of the temple.

The tree is still the same tree, tall and straight and elegant, the difference is that the ginkgo fruits are piled up, as if they are falling together with a person sandwiched between them.

Mo Ya!

The name jumped out of his mind immediately as if by induction.

Before he had time to think about it, he could only fly up, with a sharp arrow piercing Yang's posture, and at the last moment, he plunged under Mo Ya's body, stretched out his hands to catch him, and abruptly interrupted Mo Ya's dream.

Mo Ya was rescued, but our poor Lord Gao Shou was out of luck. He heard a crackling sound, and the bones of his hand couldn't bear the force, and a small crack opened immediately.

In the main hall, Nasu was very busy. From corns to bone setting, there were all kinds of patients who came to the temple for consultation, and there were even pregnant women begging him to deliver their babies.

"Sister, I really don't know how to deliver babies, and it's not convenient for me to deliver babies." Na Xu was still good-tempered, and I don't know how many times he said it.

"I've given birth to two stillbirths in a row, and this third one..., master, you must help me." The pregnant woman looked very haggard, she grabbed the hem of the clothes with her hands, and knelt down with a "plop" .

Na Xu hastily bent down and helped her up, his expression was extremely tangled, and he hesitated to speak for countless times.

Mo Ya squatted at the base of the wall and kept looking at him like this with great interest.

To be honest, Xu Chang's performance is not extremely good, at least not as good as him in appearance, but looking at him this way, especially when he is busy, you can see a different meaning.

For example, now, the dilapidated hall is full of refugees. He is wearing a dilapidated monk's robe, but he looks surprisingly clean.Including his slender hands stained with dust, his pale and bloodless face, and even the fine sweat on his forehead due to fatigue, everything seemed to have been washed by the moonlight on the lotus platform, with an indescribable transparency.

He is a clean person, and this cleanliness comes from the depths. It makes people feel magical slowly when they watch it, and they can't help but want to reach out and crush him thoroughly with their own hands.

"What fun..." Thinking of this, Mo Ya sighed again: "I have to stay for this."

At this moment, there was a commotion in the main hall, as if someone ran over from the back courtyard, stumbled all the way, and shouted, Master, Master.

"What's the matter?" Na Xu came over, and immediately saw the dripping blood on his ten fingers.

"I...he, he...I, no, it was him, my brother, I just took a nap, and when I woke up...I saw that his eyes were gone!"

That humane, incoherent speech, obviously frightened out of his wits.

The person in the listening room was a male dan with lung disease, and Na Xu had just admitted him for treatment.

In the past, he was also the pillar of the troupe, and he had red phoenix eyes that were slightly resentful, which were very attractive, but now there were only two bright red holes, and blood was gushing out.

People were dead, or rather took their last breath before they entered the door.

The reactions of the onlookers were basically the same. First they leaned forward, then inhaled, and finally retreated three steps and retched.

"Unexpectedly, such a thing happened in the temple in the clear sky and white sun. I see that all benefactors..." Before Na Xu could finish his sentence, the birds and beasts outside the house had already dispersed with a "coax".

So there were only three people left in the originally not spacious room, Na Xu Moya, and the younger brother of the sufferer who had been half-foolishly frightened.

"It doesn't hinder the master from doing business."

It's rare and rare that Mo Ya is actually sensible, and after telling Nuo, he turned around and left very obediently.

Back in his own room, the extremely bored and perverted brother Mo Ya began to bite his finger, biting a big gap, and carefully dripping it in the middle of the stack of rice paper on the table.

After blowing and pushing a few times with fingers, the blood stains began to take on a shape, the shape of the bloody eye socket that was hollowed out just now.

Mo Ya leaned over, put his head on the table, and stared at the bloody eye socket in silence for a long time.

A very familiar scene, a few years ago, his parents ended up like this, the right eye flew out of the eye socket, and it only took a moment for him to be terrified.

After so many years, Mo Ya still feels that the pair of empty blood nests are far from dry, and he always looks at him from a certain place, never resting his eyes.

"I know I don't deserve to live, so I don't need to remind you." Mo Ya said to himself in the silence of the dusk, smiled, and slowly lowered his head.

"Brother! Brother, what are you doing?" After some time, someone finally spoke, and Xiao Pang Naan, who couldn't even hear his voice, appeared: "Do you know what happened in the temple? Brother Shi didn't allow me to ask. .”

"I'm drawing talismans." Mo Ya was still lying on the table, limp and talking nonsense.

"What sign?"

"Sacred Talisman, the talisman I drew is spiritual, and it can be heard in heaven." The cowhide got bigger and bigger.

There was a faint snorting sound from the roof, it seemed that Master Gao Shou Gao had returned with injuries.

Mo Ya gritted his teeth, thinking of today's new enmity, bad ideas come in a flash.

"If you don't believe me, let me make it for you to see." He took out a new piece of rice paper: "Get the simplest one." After speaking, he picked up his pen and started writing.

—I have no money.

Finally, these four big characters fell on the paper, and it was very ugly to show their teeth and claws.

"I'll take this out and face the moon, and the gods will send me money after a while." Mo Ya said, took this piece of paper and went out.

Na Chen, who was easy to deceive, followed behind him, looking up for the moon while sucking his fingers.

"Okay, let's turn around now, gods don't like to be seen." After putting on airs, Mo Ya spoke, pulled Na Chen away, and covered his eyes.

Gao Shou, who was squatting on the roof, rolled his eyes, cursed his ancestors, took out a few bank notes from his pocket, and put them on his bedside with light power.

"Oh my god! Brother, you are amazing!"

After a while, the room was churning, and indeed there was an unbelievable exclamation.

"What do you wish for?" After a long time, Mo Ya said in the room: "If you don't say anything else, I won't help you."

"I want to eat..." Xiaopang was actually timid: "I want to eat peanut candy from Hu Niu's house in Wangcun!"

"Huniu is a girl, right? Isn't she cute?"

"Hmm! The peanut candy made by her mother is also delicious!"

Mo Ya laughed out loud, and quickly shot, and began to write.

——I want to eat peanut candy from Huniu's house in Wangcun.

This time, the words aired to the moon are even uglier, like crabs crawling across.

The roof was kept high, and he turned his ancestors out and cursed eight times.

If I don't die, I won't die. Lao Tzu is a master of internal skills, the eighth generation descendant of the Hengshan School, and a dignified guard with a sword in front of the imperial court. He has integrity and dignity in everything he says.

He hummed in his heart, turned his head, and didn't even look at Mo Ya with contempt.

"If Na Chen can't even eat peanut candy, I don't think I'll live anymore!" Mo Ya roared pervertedly.

Gao Shou, who was squatting on the roof, trembled, half of his body went numb from his yelling, and he immediately remembered what the Holy Spirit had said when he came here.

"Take good care of Mr. Mo. If he loses a hair, you are the only one to ask."

With just this one sentence, his integrity and dignity collapsed in an instant, smashing into pieces.

If he didn't go by himself, this perverted, very, very perverted Mr. Mo would definitely toss off more than a hair of his hair.

"Damn it..."

At the moment when he stepped into the wind, Mr. Gao chanted, facing the moon, and shed his first line of tears since he was an adult.

"Tiger Niu's mother needs time to make peanut candy, so you go to bed first, there will definitely be candy tomorrow."

After Master Gao burst into tears, Mo Ya spoke, and pinched his fat cheeks.

"Yeah!" Na Yan replied, her eyes were shining brightly and she ran to sleep.

The night was getting darker at this time, the ancient trees in the temple swayed gently, and an unusual autumn mist began to fill the air.

Mo Ya held his head up, sniffing lightly with the wind, and sure enough, he smelled a salty and dangerous smell.

"Are you the one who came during the day?" The pervert opened his arms slightly, and actually smiled: "Very well, then look, how about my tricks?"