Buddha mouth dragon heart

The night was getting darker, but Lingfo Temple became restless because of the appearance of Jin Yan and Xia Xiaopeng.

The guest rooms in the backyard of Lingfo Temple were completely full. Jingyuan asked the monks in the temple to move out a room for Jin Yan and the others, and brought a monk in the temple who knew some medical principles to show them.

Xia Xiaopeng just drank a few sips of water when he fell into the water, and he didn't suffer any injuries. However, he was too worried about Jin Ni these days, and he couldn't sleep well because of getting angry. Now he relaxed a little, and fell asleep.

When Jingyuan heard this, she felt relieved, what would happen to the monastery's reputation if a half-dead man was brought back?

"Then what about him? I think he has been in a coma, not at all angry." Jingjue said, pointing to Jin Ni who was lying motionless.

Jing Yuan glared at him, and then Jing Jue slowly lowered his head, not daring to say any more.

"Jingming, what do you think about his condition? He didn't fall into the water, he was brought into the temple to find the abbot because he said he was bewitched by evil spirits." Jingyuan asked Xia Xiaopeng to change into dry clothes, so that he could feel at ease If he continued to sleep, he would probably be fine tomorrow morning, but what Jing Jue said was right, this was the one who worried him even more.

When Jing Ming came to Jin Ni, he had already discovered his abnormality. At this moment, Jin Ni seemed to be in good health and painless, lying quietly as if he had fallen asleep, but he slept too quietly, his breath It's so faint that it's almost imperceptible. If you don't observe carefully, or get close, you won't feel a breath at all.

Jingming picked up Jin Ni's hand and felt his pulse. He didn't speak for a while, but Jingming frowned.

"What's the matter? Brother Jingming, you should say something, whether you are dead or alive, whether you are saved or not!" Jing Jue couldn't wait, and sent such a living dead person in in the middle of the night. It's really a wave of ups and downs.

Jingyuan glared at him again, this time Jingjue curled her lips a little bit dissatisfied, but she didn't dare to talk back.

Jingming stood up and walked out, Jingyuan told the people in the room to keep an eye on Jin Ni, and followed him out, "Jingming, is the matter serious?"

Jingming's dignified expression made Jingyuan's heart heavy, and the two came to the corner of the courtyard outside the house. Jingming lowered his voice and said, "His condition is not good."

"Isn't it sick?" Jingyuan asked tentatively. When the other party didn't answer, Jingyuan understood everything. "It's really something dirty. We can't do anything about it. It seems that we can only ask the abbot." He took a deep breath He took a deep breath, thought for a moment, turned around and left.

Jingming grabbed Jingyuan's hand, "What does Master want to do?"

"What are you talking about? Can people still die in the temple? The abbot won't let him die. If he doesn't tell him about it, the abbot will be really angry if the person dies." Jingyuan understood Botan , he is a merciful person, how could he let it go.

Jing Ming didn't let go, and looked embarrassed, "Uncle Master knows who the abbot is, and Jing Ming is the abbot's disciple. Does Jing Ming know what kind of person the master is? But I'm afraid this person is hopeless."

Jingyuan's eyes widened, and her voice couldn't help but raise her voice, "What do you mean?"

"The statute of limitations has passed. He is haunted by resentment. This kind of resentment will invade his body little by little. Normally, it will take a few days. As for how many days, I am not very clear, but judging from the signs of his body, he has already Resentment has entered the body, are you sure you still need to explain this to the abbot in this situation?" Jing Ming shook Jing Yuan's arm heavily, and then let go of his hand.

"This..." Jingyuan hesitated, and looked up at Jingming, "Are you really sure that the abbot can't save him?"

Jingming nodded vigorously, leaned closer to him and said, "Think about it, there are so many reporters in the temple now, if we let the abbot see this living dead man, and he died in front of the abbot, the news will definitely spread immediately, those people won't To be honest, this person was already dying when he came to our temple, they don’t know how to fabricate the facts, they don’t know what to say about the abbot, not only is it not good for the abbot, but also for the reputation of our temple in the future..."

Jingming didn't say any more, and Jingyuan hesitated again...

In the bedroom of the disciples in the west courtyard, Jing woke up and slept soundly, but he still felt the movement in the temple. He didn't want to wake up at first, but he was worried that it might be related to the master.

The master always doesn't let him around at night, and he also knows that the master is going to deal with dirty things at that time. Although he knows that the master has boundless magic power, he still feels a little worried.

Rubbing his eyes, he walked out of the room. As soon as he opened the door, he was grabbed by a hand and retreated into the room. He almost cried out in fright. Fortunately, someone covered his mouth so he didn't yell out. The person behind him , and whispered into his ear, "Don't be afraid, it's me."

After speaking, the man let go of Jing Xing. From the voice of the other party, Jing Xing already knew that the person behind him was Jing Jue. He turned around and pressed his heart that was still beating with fright. In the dark room, he could still see Jing Jue. The outline of the face, "Brother, what are you doing, you scared me to death."

Jing Jue grabbed Jing Xing to the window, and with the help of the light outside the window, raised the object in his hand and asked, "Is this the master's?"