Chapter 81
Peck of Rice Immortal Fate Chapter 81
2020-11-07
Chapter 81 Plum Garden SpellcastingMartial law and Fang Dou, just made this decision, when night, People coming from all directions have gathered at the entrance of Fuyuan Temple.
It's a big deal!
These people originally heard about the Tang Residence and knew that Fuyuan Temple could solve the matter, so they were not too anxious.
However, the situation changed overnight, and all the young ladies all said that they wanted to find the monk of Fuyuan Temple.
When the families gathered at the door and looked at each other, their hairs stood up.
The young ladies of each family are of different ages, and their families are different, and they have little friendship, but the content of this sentence is word for word, as if it was taught by the same Master.
What's even weirder is that the opening times are surprisingly consistent.
"This evil is too terrifying!"
"Not the eminent monks of Fuyuan Temple, can't solve this problem!"
"We have to invite eminent monks!"
The monk who was guarding the gate, it was his turn to Jie and Anger again. When he saw the pilgrims visiting late at night, he did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly reported the letter and despised the abbot.
The abbot replied, "Got it!"
So, the people below sent the news to where the martial law was.
The two, Martial Law and Fang Dou, hurried out of the temple gate and saw the sedan chairs and carriages waiting for each family.
"What should I do?"
The martial law asked Fang Dou in a low voice. He had planned to visit every family, but didn't expect that every family was so eager to be here.
Fang Dou thought for a while, "Some mutation must have happened!"
Martial law nodded lightly, "This must be the case!"
At this time, the Come on, start conveying the meaning of patriarch.
For a time, everyone talking at once, noisy like trouble.
In Fuyuan Temple, in Heavenly King Palace, the Buddha was following the first chanting scriptures, and frowned upon hearing this, "This martial law is too outrageous, Buddhaism is pure and pure, it is impossible for him to treat it as a vegetable market!"
The first one listened, slightly frowned, "You are too small, be careful of your losses!"
After listening to the Master's scolding, the Buddha didn't speak any more, although he felt resentful.
In the Hall of Medicine Master, the fat Buddha was dozing off, guarding an ever-bright lamp, and was awakened by the noise outside.
Rubbing his troubled eyes, he yawned, "So late at night, what's the matter with martial law recently?"
Inside the Avalokitesvara Hall, the Buddha looked like a girl, standing still. Sitting in meditation, my ears are unaware.
......
"One by one, I can't hear you clearly!"
After they cured Master Tang's daughter, the young ladies of each family had a mutation at the same time. Those young ladies were crazy, but they all opened their mouths and asked them to invite the monks from Fuyuan Temple to come over.
Fang Dou hears more and more certain that there is someone behind it, and this person has suffered a loss before. Now, through these Treasured Young Lady, he is going to challenge them!
"Prevent Senior Brother Yan, it's better to gather people together to facilitate treatment!"
Fang Dou reminded softly.
The martial law was as good as it was, and began to explain to each family, asking them to find a place to put the Treasured Young Lady in one place.
The people from each family began to discuss, and this matter became more and more evil. They were already panicked, and they had to pin their hopes on martial law.
“Go to Meiyuan!”
Meiyuan is the private home of a salt merchant. It has a quiet environment and can accommodate a large number of people. More importantly, it is very secret and there are no outsiders. know.
Everyone went home and informed patriarch about it.
At the same time, a carriage stopped, and the two of them, Martial Law and Fang Dou, went to Meiyuan to make preparations.
In the carriage, martial law was even more tense than Fang Dou, and he repeatedly asked.
"Can it be done?"
He thought that the next steps would be to solve them one by one, defeat them separately. , engaged in a hit burst.
This time, it's a lot trickier.
Master Haiyuan is about to visit. In this context, if he kills someone, the bitter master will come to the door, and even if he is supported by the abbot, he will not be able to eat and walk away.
Perhaps, as several Buddhist disciples said, go to the chores hall to retire.
Inside Fang Dou's cuffs, he wrapped a bunch of incense in rolled paper, which he prepared for this time.
If you want to get rid of the evil, you must first find its traces, and the technique of attracting incense and tracing it is indispensable.
Fuyuan Temple burns incense and worships Buddha. All kinds of precious spices are available. There is no need to ask for help in martial law. Just a little deduction from the cost of the scripture hall is enough for Fang Dou to use it for a few years.
"Senior Brother Yan, I may have to set up an altar later."
Martial Law waved his hand, "Don't be embarrassed, just speak up, these are wealthy homes. , there is nothing else, but the money is inexhaustible!"
The carriage walked for a long time and stopped at a place where the water was gurgling.
"What a cool wind!"
The two walked off the carriage and found that there were already soft paddings covered with silk and satin. From their feet to the entrance of the manor, a red carpet was spread. .
The garden in front of you is clearly a natural park, with a surrounding wall built outside.
“Master, please!”
Fang Dou entered the garden and saw seven or eight carriages parked in the open space in the garden.
Severely ill people cannot see the wind and must be covered with heavy curtains. Although these carriages are different in shape, they all have similar arrangements, apparently from various families.
The Treasured Young Lady of each family, riding the carriage, came one step ahead.
"Master, please, please!"
The patriarchs of each family were also waiting here for a long time, and when they saw martial law coming, their frowning faces stretched out a little. .
Buddha wears golden clothes and wears a red monk robe for martial law, so he is naturally trustworthy. In contrast, Fang Dou is just a bhikkhu.
Fang Dou didn't take it seriously, he followed the martial law and listened to everyone's compliments.
In the absence of Mr. Tang, no one reminds you that Fang Dou is not an ordinary small competition hill.
"Take me to see it first!"
In the middle of the garden, an octagonal pavilion, at this moment all around is hung with silk gauze tents, covering the air tightly, the daughter of each family. are all inside.
It's a no-brainer if it suits the place!
The remodeled gazebo, with plenty of light, is a great place to cast spells.
Below the pavilion, there is a pond where living water is introduced, usually surrounded by koi, but today they were all taken away by a net, so as not to disturb the monks casting spells.
The martial law took Fang Dou into the gauze tent, and saw the Treasured Young Lady of each family. The whole body was wrapped in a heavy quilt, and the outside was wrapped with a rope mixed with steel wire, impossible to move even a little bit .
They had just stepped into the pavilion, all Treasured Young Lady, opened their eyes in unison, and at the same time looked towards Fang Dou behind the martial law, "You're here!"
Delicate voice , Saying this sentence is like seeing a friend who has been away for many years, but it makes people have one's hair stand on end.
The martial law took a few steps back, restraining herself from screaming.
These Treasured Young Lady are being manipulated by evil, looking towards Fang Dou, not him.
This is the case. Martial law has never experienced such a strange thing. I feel a chill seeping into my bone marrow, and my teeth start to fight.
Fang Dou turned around and opened the gauze, giving orders to the waiting families.
"Here is a list, black glutinous rice, egg white, rooster blood..."
"Life is at stake, get it together as soon as possible, according to this blueprint, the construction method The altar!"
Fang Dou's tone was serious, and the families listened to it and dispatched people to raise supplies and invite craftsmen to build the altar.
After a while, a large area of flowers and trees in the garden was emptied, and the craftsmen began to ding ding dong dong to build the altar, and various materials were also delivered.
(end of this chapter)