Chapter 20

The monk directly lit the colorful rope on the ground with fire. After all the colorful ropes began to burn, he said, "stretch out your hand!"

The old clan leader trembled and stretched out his hands, but saw the monk take out his bowl and motioned Li's maid to help him get a bowl of water.

After getting the water, he recited the Scriptures and asked the old patriarch to put his hand into the bowl to clean his hand.

After the old clan leader took his hands wet out of the bowl, the monk shouted, "the evil relationship between the kid and you has gathered his hands and beat the paper quickly!"

He pointed to the white paper taken by Li's maidservant and motioned the old clan leader to pat it with both hands.

As the old clan leader clapped his hands, his body trembled more, and Li's elders couldn't help stepping back for several steps.

The crowd of onlookers broke out in alarm, and the crowd retreated one after another.

Li forgets worry and the old man can see clearly on the ox cart. There are two blood fingerprints on the white paper, and the bright red blood still flows down the fingerprints.

"Is it true that there is a wronged soul?" the old man stared and muttered to himself.

The monk took the white paper with blood fingerprints and threw it directly into a bucket full of clean water.

But he saw that the monk had a magic subduing seal on his hand, covered his right knee with his right hand, and touched his finger to the ground to show that he had subdued the demons. Recite the Scriptures in your mouth and draw your fingerprints over the bucket.

But in everyone's surprise, the clear water in the bucket suddenly emitted a thick smoke, then burst into Mars, exploded with a bang, and splashed the clear water in the bucket everywhere.

The sudden explosion caused the crowd to scream for a while, and more people knelt down and knelt down to the monk.

The old man beside Li forgot to worry put his hands together and kept reciting the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth to suppress the shock in his heart.

The monk was indifferent, as if he had done a trivial thing.

He bent down and reached out to pick up the still burning multicolored rope and extinguished the flame. Everyone was surprised to find that the multicolored rope was as good as before, and there was no trace of burning at all.

"Baby, it's really a Buddhist baby!"

"If you really need Sanwei real fire to burn this treasure, all fire is completely ineffective."

"Master, just now you can say that this colorful rope can avoid diseases, ghosts and plagues. It's a great treasure."

"Master, but the kid who pesters us has been killed?" the old clan leader cares about the kid who pesters himself.

"Yes, the kid has been passed. You can go later." the monk didn't say much, so he sat cross legged back to the street and closed his eyes.

"Thank you for saving your life, master."

Li clan leader felt his body and really felt light. He turned his eyes to the colorful rope held by the monk, and his eyes were full of greed.

"I dare ask you, master, can you lend the treasure to me?"

Without affectation, the monk directly handed him the colorful rope in his hand. The old clan leader held the colorful rope in his hand, and all the elders gathered around to look at it carefully.

It looks like an ordinary colorful rope made of green, red, yellow, white and black silk thread, but it is so magical that it can't be destroyed by fire.

"Good baby!"

"It's a Buddhist treasure to avoid diseases and ghosts, not to catch diseases and plagues, and not to be invaded by water and fire!"

A clan old man suddenly whispered, "clan leader, if this baby stays in my li clan or is offered to the Lord..."

He didn't finish, but all the elders understood the meaning, and their eyes were full of greed.

"Master, I have an unkind request. Can you transfer this colorful rope to my li clan so that we can worship day and night to feel the boundless mercy and Dharma of our Buddha?" the old clan leader put forward his own request to the monk.

"No! This is a gift from the Buddha. How can you change hands?" the monk refused directly. "Besides, I need this colorful rope to show the Buddha's power and forge a golden body for my Buddha. Don't lose it."

"This......" the old clan leader looked at the colorful rope in his hand and was full of sadness.

An old man suddenly asked, "master, how much gold does the Buddha need to cast the golden body? I Li's clan is willing to donate to the master."

His words brightened the eyes of the old clan leader and all the elders. Yes, the monk wants to cast a golden body for the Buddha. Doesn't he need gold?

Exchange gold for this colorful rope, no loss!

Gold is easy to get, but this fairy family baby is difficult to meet in the world.

"Yes, yes, how much gold does the master need? My li clan is willing to donate. Just ask the master to give this colorful rope."

The elders' words made the monk hesitate and asked uncertainly, "you need 1000 liang of gold to forge the golden body for my Buddha. Are you willing to take it out?"

The monk's words made the elders take a breath, thousands of liang of gold!

Six thousand, six million! This is an astronomical number!

The conversation between the old Li family and the monk also made the onlookers shout softly. Baby, everyone is greedy, but 1000 liang of gold immediately makes everyone stare.

Li Lianyou was also a little stunned. The monk had too much appetite!

When he owed only 2 million yuan, he was forced by the county government. The monk said that 1000 liang of gold could not afford to sell the Li clan.

Li forgets his worries. Not counting the slaves and maidservants in the fields, the Li clan can come up with up to two or three million yuan, including the 172 gold extorted from him yesterday.

The old man beside him also sighed. He didn't know whether he was regretting that such a fairy family baby had no chance with him or sighing about the thousand liang of gold said by the monk.

"Master, we Li clan really can't afford this thousand liang of gold."

"Yes, master, I'm afraid no one can take out so much gold from those aristocratic families in Chang'an City?"

The old clan leader hesitated for a moment and said ruthlessly, "master, my li clan is willing to give 200 liang of gold in exchange for this colorful rope. Please complete it."

The monk slowly opened his eyes and whispered the Buddha's name.

"Amitabha! Monks don't care about the amount of gold. They just want to forge a gold body for the Buddha. Just, for your sake, this colorful rope will be given to you."

"Thank you, master, thank you! Please wait a moment. I'll send someone to get the gold right away." the old clan leader was overjoyed and thanked him immediately.

Afraid of the monk's repentance, he pulled over several slaves and maidservants around him and ordered them to go to the house immediately to get gold.

Seeing that the monk really gave the colorful rope to the Li clan, the people in Huxian County talked about it one after another.

Some monks feel unworthy, some envy the good luck of the Li clan, and some feel aggrieved and unfair.

The old man beside Li Qieyou also looked serious and stroked his beard. He didn't know what he was thinking.

But Li forgot to worry. When he saw that Li's clan actually bought the colorful rope with two hundred liang of gold, his smile became even worse.

He looked around and saw a tofu shop on the street. He sued the old man, jumped off the ox cart and ran straight into the tofu shop.

Before long, Li forgot to worry, with a mysterious face, ran out of the tofu shop and climbed onto the ox cart again.