Chapter 618

Although kuhui didn't feel that ye Xuan had any accomplishments, as if the other party was really a mortal, there seemed to be a voice telling him that if he really dared to take a step forward, he was afraid that great terror would happen to him.

"Brother ye, don't talk nonsense. Don't apologize to the messenger quickly!" Zhang Qinghe got up hard. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and comforted Ye Xuan anxiously.

"Don't be angry, emissary. Brother Ye got psychosis in his early years. He hasn't recovered yet. Please forgive him." With a pale face, Li Xiuer hurried to kuhui and knelt down. Her voice was humble and pleading.

"Xiaoye, make amends to the messenger quickly?"

Uncle Zhuo stumbled and stood directly in front of his granddaughter and ye Xuan. He was anxious to advise Ye Xuan, showing great concern in his eyes.

He never thought that ye Xuan dared to speak to Buddhist envoys like this. Even if Xiao Zhuoma was young, but ye Xuan was obviously an adult. How could he make such a low-level mistake.

Although uncle Zhuo slightly blames Ye Xuan for his boldness, he can never hurt his granddaughter and ye Xuan anyway. From here, we can see that the old man is very simple.

The villagers came forward one after another to plead with Ye Xuan for the little girl, which also made Xiao Zhuoma bite her lips. She was holding Ye Xuan's arm tightly and looked at kuhui with a little fear.

Unfortunately, everyone didn't know that kuhui didn't want to embarrass Ye Xuan at this time. There were more and more cold sweats on his forehead and his body trembled unconsciously. Only because ye Xuan's eyes were ruthless and indifferent, he felt a great terror between life and death.

Kuhui is not stupid. On the contrary, he is very smart. A person's eyes can hold him in place. If the other person is really a mortal, he can't believe it.

No, this man can't!

In a simple word, it directly breeds in kuhui's heart. Although he doesn't know where ye Xuan is sacred, an intuition tells him that if he dares to take another step, his end will be extremely miserable.

"Amitabha, goodness, goodness!"

Suddenly, kuhui quietly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, then folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name: "my Buddha is merciful and helps people to be good. Today is the breeding of the poor monk's demons. If the benefactor hadn't subdued the demons and drunk the poor monk from the demons, I'm afraid the poor monk would suffer a great disaster. I thank the benefactor for saving his life."

Shameless, shameless!

When kuhui made such a gesture, ye Xuan was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, the monk was so brazen that ye Xuan immediately recovered his calm state of mind. After all, it was best that he could not make trouble in Xiaoshi village.

"The messenger is merciful. Why can Xiaoye be worshipped by the messenger? Please don't do so." Uncle Zhuo quickly bowed, his pale face was ruddy, and the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

Hearing uncle Zhuo's words, kuhui turned his eyes and just stepped down the slope and said, "the Buddha wind in Xiaoshi village is prosperous, everyone is good, and the poor monk must report to the host when he returns to the temple."

"Master mercy."

"The messenger's house is kind-hearted, and he will certainly get the Bodhisattva fruit position in the future."

Hearing kuhui's praising words, Zhang Qinghe and many villagers spoke out one after another. Everyone had a pious look in their eyes. They really thought it was a word from ye Xuan that rescued kuhui from the demons.

Unfortunately, they didn't know that if kuhui hadn't been extremely afraid of Ye Xuan, they were afraid that today's Buddhist ceremony would certainly breed waves, and there would be extremely bad things.

"The Buddha Dharma is boundless and helps people to be good. This is the purpose of Buddhism. Now the poor monk, on behalf of Buddhism, applies Dharma and gives medicine to Xiaoshi village, so that you and other villagers can feel the benefits of my Buddha."

Kuhui said something. Instead of looking at Ye Xuan, he turned back to the altar, but no one saw it. He hissed quietly. It was obvious that the pressure given to him by Ye Xuan was finally relieved slightly at the moment.

Buddha worship continued, but there was no tension and depression. With kuhui's kind smile, they took out some medicine and gave it to the villagers of Xiaoshi village, which also made everyone in Xiaoshi village look happy.

"Thank you, master."

An old woman suffering from rheumatic bone disease cured the pain under kuhui's personal magic. Her eyes were weeping, holding kuhui's hand, and her mouth gave a trembling voice of gratitude.

Kuhui nodded and smiled, but there was a look of disgust in her eyes. She quietly removed the old woman's hand from her body. If it weren't for ye Xuan's side, would he spend his cultivation to show kindness to these stupid mortals?

The sun shines high and the summer is hot.

The process of Dharma giving and medicine giving is finally over, and the process of worshipping Buddha is coming to an end. The sun is hanging in the west, and the sunset is rising.

"Amitabha!"

Kuhui recited the Buddha's name high and looked around the villagers with a kind smile on his face. Only when he saw Ye Xuan, his eyes dodged slightly and dared not look at Ye Xuan for a moment.

This day was like a year for kuhui. He had wanted to leave the village for a long time, but he had to finish the process of worshipping Buddha, which also made him worried. He was deeply afraid of what moths the mysterious youth was making.

"The Buddha Dharma is boundless and universal. Everyone in Xiaoshi village worships the Buddha, and the people's hearts are good. This is a great merit and good thing. Benefactor, when you kneel down and kowtow to the Buddha, you can show the Buddha's heart, and you can repay the blessings in the afterlife." Kuhui recites the Buddha's name, and the Buddha's light overflows.

"It should be!"

As the village head, Zhang Qinghe took the lead in kneeling under the Golden Buddha, which also made other villagers kneel down one after another, constantly kowtow to the Golden Buddha, and recite amitabha in his mouth. Everyone has a pious color in his eyes.

Under the Golden Buddha!

The villagers knelt down and kowtowed, but when ye Xuan's figure fell into kuhui's eyes, kuhui frowned and scratched a sharp color at the bottom of his eyes.

Ye Xuan's coarse linen shirt, with gray hair hanging behind his head, was blown by a breeze, which made his hair fly with the wind, giving people a sense of mystery and leisure.

But at the moment, ye Xuan did not kneel down to the Golden Buddha like many villagers, but calmly stood in place, as if everything could not cause him any waves.

"Amitabha!"

Kuhui wandered here. Although he was afraid of Ye Xuan, it was a great event for him to kneel down to the Buddha. Ye Xuan's posture at the moment was already a crime of disrespect. If he ignored it and someone sent it back to the temple, he would be questioned by the host. How should he explain it?

"Why don't you kowtow to my Buddha, benefactor?" When kuhui was only a foot away from ye Xuan, he stopped and asked Ye Xuan with a smile on his face.

"Xiaoye, kneel down and worship the Buddha." Uncle Zhuo's face changed slightly and hurriedly whispered to Ye Xuan.

"Brother Ye." The little girl pursed her lips and called Ye Xuan.

"Brother Ye." Li Xiuer whispered.