"Master Kuzhi, do you understand what you are saying now?"

Wait until Du Ji retreats and rehabilitates.

Xuanyuan Ming asked profoundly.

"Amitabha, Elder Xie called the name, the poor monk has a little bit of enlightenment."

At that critical moment, if it weren't for the other side, he was pulling himself.

Ku Zhi had already shot.

Now he seemed to understand Xuanyuan Ming's words before.

Blindly sheltering, really hindered the disciple.

The journey of martial arts is to walk between life and death to realize the great road.

Thinking of this, Kuzhi looked deeply towards the horizon.

I don't know what kind of situation my stubborn little apprentice is now.

And in the far South Vietnam Province.

The little novice monk, who was testing the pulse of the patient, sneezed inexplicably.

And an old woman in front of him hurriedly asked caringly.

"Holy monk won't catch a cold, right?

Now Lidong, the weather is cold.

You wear such thin clothes, but don't freeze your body. "

"Donor, it doesn't matter, the little monk is not cold!"

With a pure and kind smile.

Du Ji began to diagnose the woman's condition.

And behind him, the thick package, a touch of dust has gathered in the gang.

It is conceivable that he had never opened the plain clothes Lin Mo gave him before leaving.

After treating all the patients.

Du Ji slowly got up.

"Amitabha, Murakami's dysentery is already clear.

In the future, donors, must not drink raw water directly, and must boil it. "

"Poor monk, leave!"

Putting his hands together, he bent slightly.

Hearing this, the village names suddenly panicked.

"Holy monk great grace, we still have no reward, so let's stay for another day.

So let us show our hearts. "

"Yes, holy monk, our half-wu village is remote.

If it were not for the holy monk, the people in our village might not be able to live.

Stay for another day. "

Faced with the hardship of the villagers to stay.

Du Ji smiled faintly.

"My benefactors, the little monk has accepted it.

But the suffering ahead made the little monk unable to stop. "

Hearing this, everyone calmed down.

Surrounded by mountains in South Vietnam Province, many remote villages like them cannot get a doctor to come.

Once contracted with an infectious disease, it is likely to have to wait for death.

In this way, it is not easy for them to stay.

Only when Du Ji turned around.

Suddenly a shout came from behind him.

"Holy monk, please wait a moment."

The voice fell.

I saw an old man with a white head holding a wooden bowl and walking tremblingly in front of Du Ji.

"Holy monk, the countryside is barren, there is nothing good about it.

The old housewife, the rice cakes baked, also asked the holy monk to bring them. "

Accompanied by this move of the old man.

The other village names also realized it instantly.

Then one person all ran home, and some hurried back.

For a time, hundreds of people in the entire village held dry food in their hands and forced them to pass the disease.

Just when Du Ji wanted to refuse.

The old white-headed man was about to kneel down in a gesture of force.

Such behavior is also a big shock to Du Ji.

"Donor, can't make it, what's the matter."

"Holy monk, we have a bad heart, if you accept it, I will kneel down forever."

With the old man's lead, the other villagers followed suit, and they had to kneel down.

With such kindness, Du Ji couldn't refuse any more.

"Donors, you can't do anything, the little monk accepts it."

Then Du Ji stretched out his hand and removed the top two pancakes from the old man's bowl.

"The little monk has accepted the heart of the donor.

Donors, please cherish it. "

With that, he stopped staying and turned and left.

On the spot, the villagers could only stare at Du Ji's back in a daze.

Wait for it to completely disappear from sight.

The old man with the white head still led the villagers to kneel and stay.

"Living Buddha, holy monk, take care all the way!"

Naturally, he didn't know all these diseases, but with his calm and even pace, the golden light between his brows was looming. JrNovels.com