Chapter 239 Lan Xin

Since being disturbed by the strange blood bubble disease, the whole village has been in a state of panic and panic. Villagers have suffered from that strange disease one by one, and even if they are not sick, they have gradually developed a trace of pathology, which suddenly caused more and greater panic.

At this moment, the big men shouted that the living Buddha appeared to relieve the pain. Suddenly, they aroused everyone's cheers and ran out to let the living Buddha take the lead in treating themselves.

"Hula..."

With that shout, the villagers suddenly ran out of the house one by one, and some of the patients were slightly mild, with blood bubbles on their bodies, and they also ran out.

"living Buddha! Living Buddha! Hurry up and save us!"

When the villagers saw Moko, they immediately knelt down and pleaded.

"Amitabha... Dear donor, get up first. I am a disciple of Dafan Temple. I passed by here and tried my best. I don't know if I can get rid of your pain. After a moment of meditation, Moko said what he thought.

Indeed, Moco was not sure after seeing this kind of blood bubble.

"Save us! Save us!"

Moke said that many villagers' mood became more and more complicated, and they sent out a sad call for help, which was very pitiful.

At this time, several people were separated from the crowd, all of whom were old men, white-haired, surrounded by some villagers, and were obviously the rulers in the village.

"Live Buddha, save us. You have vast magical power and infinite merits and virtues. We mortals are also life. Don't you pay attention to saving people's lives is better than building a seven-level Futu?" A white-haired old man opened his mouth with a strong expectation in his eyes.

Under the eager gaze of everyone, Moke pondered, and then said with a wry smile, "Amitabha, you benefactors, I will definitely try my best. Now, I will lift out the most sick villagers first. I'll try."

In a short time, 70 or 80 villagers with the heaviest patients and full of blood bubbles have been carried out of the house, lined up, constantly screaming, which is extremely pitiful. Especially for some of them, most of the blood bubbles on their bodies burst, constantly screaming, and suffering terrible pain all the time.

With compassion rising in his heart, Moke praised the Buddha's name, and then his hands suddenly opened.

"Amitabha..."

With this Buddha's name, the golden Buddha's light was emitted, and the Buddha's power wrapped around many villagers, moistening their bodies and eliminating the fierce evil spirit in their bodies.

"Sneer..."

Not long after the Buddha's light enveloped many villagers, they immediately rose up and freed a faint black magic, full of a fishy smell. They were purified by the Buddha light and dissipated between heaven and earth. As for these villagers, their state greatly improved one by one.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the blood bubbles on everyone began to shrink, shrink, and then finally directly formed scarlet dots all over the body.

"Hahaha..... It doesn't hurt anymore! It doesn't hurt anymore!"

Son of a sudden, some villagers cheered, and their bodies were no longer in severe pain.

Originally, these villagers were terminally ill and could not stand up on the ground, but at this moment, they all stood up, cheered excitedly and bathed in the Buddha's light. Seeing this situation, many onlookers also cheered.

Gradually, Moke's face became embarrassed. These villagers saw themselves getting better and cheered, but Moke knew that this was a big trouble!

At the beginning, my own Buddha light and Buddha power had a great effect on this magic gas, but in the end, when those blood bubbles turned into scarlet dots, the effect suddenly decreased many times, and even could not play a role in nature.

Collecting their Buddha light, suddenly, the scarlet dots on many villagers have a growing trend.

"buzz..."

These scarlet dots suddenly shook and seemed to be stimulated. Suddenly, they began to converge. In an instant, a small blood mark appeared on many villagers, like an octopus, constantly twisting and changing.

Gradually, the blood mark burst again and turned into a little blood again, all over the whole body.

"living Buddha! Save us, eliminate these little red dots, and eradicate this strange disease!" Many villagers found this situation and hurriedly made a request.

Moke doesn't want to do this, but he is really not good at saving people. He can only urge the Buddha's power over and over again to wash everyone's bodies. His approach was not ineffective and finally curbed the growth of scarlet dots.

Those seriously ill villagers could not be eradicated, but some of them were completely eradicated by Moko.

So, Moke temporarily lived in this village, and even learned the situation from the villagers and knew the reason.

According to the villagers, it was a flamed fairy fighting with a black-encircled man. The two fought through the village and fell down some black **, causing all this in front of them, which was also the root cause of the strange disease.

"Flame winding.... Black gas entanglement..."

Hearing this narrative, Moko's heart moved and had some other ideas.

Flame, thunder, qi, Buddha light, these things all have the effect of restraining the demon spirit, and don't you have the essence of the sun's true fire in your body?

Although the idea is good, Moke does not dare to implement it rashly. After all, the sick are all of some mortals. The essence of the sun's true fire is too domineering. I'm afraid that a trace of flame is enough to turn mortal bodies into ashes. Even he himself was a coincidence that he succeeded in integration.

Although he dared not use it, this is also an idea after all. Moke used the Buddha's light to constantly wash everyone's bodies and slowly removed these scarlet dots to the extreme.

Moke stayed in this village for three days, and the situation of the whole village improved greatly. Although some seriously ill villagers still did not remove the scarlet spots on their bodies, they were greatly weakened by the continuous washing of Buddha's power.

On this day, Moke was sitting under an old locust tree in the village and recovered a lot of Buddhist power. Suddenly, a light blue streamer came from the sky and landed directly in the village.

The streamer converging, showing the shape of a woman, with a graceful figure, wearing a light cyan Taoist robe, her face is like snow, her green silk is like a waterfall, and her bright wrists are like jade, giving people a feeling of ethereal and not eating fireworks in the world.

"Ah! Fairy! The fairy came down to save us!"

Smuch, this woman was found by many villagers, and her body was directly identified as a fairy by the villagers.

With a soft smile, the woman's voice was as clear as a golden stone. "I'm not a fairy, but 36,000 miles away from this place, a disciple of Luofu Mountain's Qingxu sect came here under the order of his uncle."

"Amitabha, this woman's strength is about the level of the early stage of distraction..." Buddha knew how to shoot, and Moko made a judgment.

Moke stood up and stepped on his feet. He shuttled a few times and came to the woman's approach.

With his hands together, Moke said, "Amitabha, this benefactor, little monk Moko, is polite!"

With a flash of beautiful eyes, the woman was obviously slightly shocked. Then, her eyes flowed, but she suddenly reacted and hurriedly gave a salute and responded, "The little woman Lanxin has seen this little master. I was still wondering just now. I thought that the uncle had sent a mistake in the message. It turned out that you were here and contacted the devil first. The sins left behind.

Lanxin stands whole, giving people a feeling of empty valley and orchid, independent and special.

With a wry smile, Moke waved his hand in a hurry and said, "Amitabha, the benefactor Liao praised. I didn't completely get rid of that magic spirit, but just made some containment."

As the two talk to each other, Moke can feel each other's wisdom, and she can also feel Moke's pure compassion. Although they have not known each other for a long time, she has created a feeling of old friends and trusting each other.

It turns out that this uncle of Lanxin is the existence of fighting with demons surrounded by flames all over his body. He sent a message to Lan Xin to ask her to come to help the villagers instead of herself.

If practitioners indirectly kill creatures, there will often be some increase in the thunderstorm. The more they kill, the more terrible the thunderstorm will be. Therefore, ordinary practitioners, unless they are strong in the devil's way, rarely create evil on a large scale.

The more you kill, the more perverted the thunderstorm is, which is an eternal truth.