Fa Hai also wanted to fly into a rage, but after listening to Zhang Yutang's words, he held back:

"This benefactor, I see that you have deep roots and clear spiritual wisdom. In your previous life, you must have been the reincarnation of a great and eminent monk. You are destined to be a Buddha. It is better to follow the old monk and practice."

"The brain is really sick!"

Fahai's face darkened:

"Donor, if you don't let go of the mortal world and practice with me, you will encounter strange disasters in the future, and it will be difficult to achieve true results."

"Sir, his brain has been burned out. I won't treat him like a lunatic."

After Fahai heard this, he felt his beard trembling, and his suppressed Buddha's heart began to beat again:

"Amitabha, Amitabha, it is true that the Buddha's mind cultivated in the mountains is not solid and cannot withstand the test of the mortal world."

Once the Buddha's heart is not rounded and flawless, the seven emotions and six desires will slowly come to the fore, and you will be plagued by greed, anger and delusion.

"Stop talking."

Zhang Yutang smiled and said:

"If you continue talking, the master will be unhappy."

"Don't worry, young master. I have studied medicine with my father for many years, and I know the emotions of taking care of patients."

Fahai was completely speechless and turned around:

"Let's go, let's go find the people in Qiaojiacun and handle this matter so as not to leave any further trouble."

Zhang Yutang also wanted to see Fahai's magical powers and nodded:

"That's fine, this matter will be over soon and it will be safe soon, and everyone can have a good sleep with peace of mind."

Fahai is in front, Zhang Yutang, and Xu Jiaorong is behind. The fourteen-year-old Zhang Yutang, perhaps due to his spiritual practice, has a tall and tall figure, much taller than Xu Jiaorong.

The two walked behind, the man was graceful and the woman was beautiful and charming, like a couple of gods and gods.

Not long after Fa Hai and Zhang Yutang left, Uncle Qiao was restless at home. While arranging for people to pray for the blessing of the Qiantang Water Goddess, he also had people observe the water of the West Lake from a distance, and at the same time, he had people prepare boys and girls.

It can be said to be intensive and orderly.

When he heard that the water on the West Lake was surging and the sky was as high as the sky, Uncle Qiao's face suddenly turned white:

"The old monk must have offended the West Lake Water God. Is the West Lake Water God going to get angry and flood Qiaojia Village?"

"What should we do now? We can't fight anymore, and we can't run away. Do we want so many people in the village to die in vain?"

"What to do, what to do, how about reporting the matter to the Yamen and asking the adults to help, but they are also mortals, how can they fight against the gods? If the gods know about it and become angry, the consequences will be disastrous.

."

Suffering from uneasiness, Uncle Qiao felt that his days were like years, and every moment was a kind of extremely heavy pressure, which made him feel a little breathless.

Suddenly Qiao Wangsan ran over from outside and said happily:

"Uncle Qiao, Uncle Qiao, Master Fa Hai, who left just now, has returned from West Lake. There must be no need to sacrifice boys or girls anymore."

"real?"

Uncle Qiao was stunned for a moment, then stood up and started running:

"Hurry up and come with me to greet the benefactor of our village."
Chapter completed!