Chapter 1023

The abbot sits cross legged on the putuan, pinching the Buddha beads in his left hand and knocking the wooden fish in his right hand. He is still chanting the Sutra of blessing in his mouth, while Baili zongyou kneels in front of the Buddha, worshipping and kowtowing piously following the actions of the guiding monk.

In the curl of fireworks, all living beings have a pious expression, which really has a sense of solemnity.

However, kneeling on the ground, Bai Li zongyou suddenly felt something was wrong.

At the beginning, it was just a little itchy on the palm of the hand, like a mosquito bite, but it was not unbearable.

Baili zongyou, who didn't care about it, soon stopped thinking about it, because the itching began to spread all over the body like a plague, from the palm to the arm, then to the back, chest, waist and abdomen. Gradually, even the legs were not spared.

At first, Baili zongyou still didn't take it seriously. He thought he was just his own illusion.

After all, there are mosquitoes in lingjue temple in this kind of weather. It's just a bag bitten by mosquitoes. Where can it itch?

As for the whole body began to feel itchy, perhaps it is just their own illusion.

Under the guidance of the monk, he began to kneel down again. Baili zongyou didn't raise his head for a long time after he lowered his head this time.

Itching is a kind of torment in somatosensory, it is not as straightforward and unbearable as pain, but it torments people, but it can't let people even shout out half of the trouble.

Bai Li zongyou is suffering from a torment that ordinary people can't understand.

Because he felt as if there were tens of millions of ants nibbling on every inch of his skin. They didn't eat the bleeding wounds, but let the itch of his skin gradually penetrate into the flesh and bones.

Praying to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky is about piety and solemnity.

Baili zongyou knows this very well, especially his flag is to pray for his father and his mother. If there is anything wrong in the process, it will be exaggerated as his intention to send it back to the palace.

Hold on, hold on!

Bai Li zongyou gritted his teeth and said silently to himself.

However, pain or pain can be tolerated, and can be praised as a man or a hero.

But itching?

There is no way to endure the itching. The itching that goes deep into the bone marrow makes people want to cut off the skin and flesh on the body and remove the itching on the bone with the sharpest steel claw.

So no matter how strong the will of Bai Li zongyou is, in the face of this increasingly strong feeling, his palms are suffering from a layer of cold sweat, and his back begins to feel numb. After all, he can't grind his body's autonomous response. Lying on the ground, he begins to shake left and right, and can't help but want to use a little bit of small action to ease the pain of grinding people.

What the hell is going on?!

In the heart more and more startled hundred Li Zong you finally felt that something was not quite right, this is not a general mosquito bite, there must be something strange!

Itching all over his body made him wriggle left and right. The original subtle movement was so abrupt under the static of other people.

The guide monk's brows were slightly wrinkled.

Why did the five princes not look solemn at all?

It takes at least half an hour for the whole ceremony of praying and worshiping Buddha in the main hall. It's only after the time of a small incense stick. Can't he bear it?

"Well - hum"

He coughed in a loud voice, which was a kind reminder. However, the movement of the guide monk made more people turn their attention to this side. Naturally, at a glance, he saw Bai Li zongyou, who was very inappropriate.