Taoist Temple: I was broadcast live while preaching to animals

Chapter 541

After listening to the old Dao's words, the third elder of the sunset red looked at this pill and shook his head with a gloomy face.

If there is only one, how can so many people be saved?

Old Man Long's eyes darkened, and he wanted to ask Cheng Fan for a pill for his grandson Long And.

But he flew all the way and passed by a welfare home.

I saw sick children all over the ground, countless small faces that were pale because of painful convulsions, and purple lips.

Old Man Long, who has always loved little dolls the most, saw those tragic scenes, and his heart suddenly ached, and his dragon heart couldn't stop throbbing.

Thinking that there were still countless children in the world who were suffering from illness, where did he still have the courage to ask Cheng Fan for the elixir?

Just when the faces of the four of them were gloomy and their hearts were sad.

Suddenly, a voice with doubts came from the side.

"Who told you that there is only one

?" "Huh?"

The four of them looked at Cheng Fan in unison.

Lao Dao shook his head bitterly, "It's not enough to have a few..."

"I just refined a furnace, and there are one hundred and nineteen Qingwen Pills in it. Take it and use it first, if it's not enough, I'll refine it. Hearing

this, Lao Dao's whole person was stunned, and his brain was buzzing.

"How much, how much?"

"More than a hundred pieces in one furnace?"

Hurriedly opened the bag with trembling hands, and his eyes were about to pop out!

The three elders of Sunset Red were also dumbfounded, and looked at Cheng Fan with a confused expression.

The eyes of the Nian Sui and the Lord of the Stove lit up, and they knew that Cheng Fan never said big things.

The old dragon widened a pair of dragon eyes in shock, and his yellow vertical pupils looked directly at Cheng Fan.

"Cheng boy, you won't be joking, right? This

is not a joke!" Cheng Fan's expression was calm, he waved his hand

again and again, and said in a deep voice: "Senior Long, how can I have the kung fu to joke

?" "Everyone! There are a total of 2,844 county-level administrative districts in the whole of China, and one pill can cover a county, and there is not much time left for us

!" "I immediately started refining the Qingwen Pill!"

"Several seniors... Huaxia, please!" Cheng

Fan's face was solemn, he bowed slightly, and said in a deep voice.

The three elders looked upright, and immediately nodded in response.

Turning the pill into rain and mist is not a difficult task for everyone, and it is also Lao Long's specialty.

Lao Dao also smiled bitterly and nodded, this is the evil result of his brewing, and it should be solved by him.

The four of them immediately took a part of the pill and turned it into four streamers and went straight into the sky.

Cheng Fan glanced at the four streamers and nodded secretly.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he hurriedly took out a few messengers, recorded the Danfang on it, took out a few spirit stones, and pinched the magic trick in his hand.

Hengcheng City God

, go! Laoshan Zixu

, go! Longhu Mountain, Heavenly Master's Mansion

, go! Laojun Mountain, Taiqingguan, go!

Several messengers lit up with a brilliant golden light, vibrated slightly, and swooped away, flying towards several well-known Taoist palaces in China.

After sending the Dan Fang, Cheng Fan's body moved slightly, moved into the Dan room in an instant, and began to refine the Dan in meditation.

......

Thousands of miles away.

In a dilapidated

Taoist temple, a sloppy old Taoist priest is telling a story to a little girl carved in pink and jade: "Once upon a time there was a mountain, there was a Taoist temple in the mountain, there was an old Taoist priest in the temple, and there was a little Taoist boy as big as you. The old Taoist priest is telling a story to the little Taoist child, and the story goes like this: Once upon a time..."The story is

infinitely nesting dolls, and ordinary people sound very boring.

But the little girl in front of her seemed to be listening to it with relish.

Climbing on the thick cotton wool, a pair of delicate and cute little feet swayed, looking at the old Taoist priest curiously, as if looking forward to the follow-up reversal.

The old Taoist priest didn't breathe, he took the nesting doll seven or eight times in one breath, and there was always a faint sadness on his face, obviously he had already been absent-minded, so he told the story so mechanically.

Suddenly, his storytelling voice faded and his tone changed, eventually stopping.

The little girl stretched out her cute little fleshy hand dissatisfiedly, pulled the old Taoist priest in front of her, and said in a milky voice:

"Master, Master, why did you stop?"

The old Taoist priest did not reply, and looked at the sky in a daze.

A fine rain and mist fell from the sky, like a spring breeze and rain, and the fine and dense cow hair needles landed lightly, bringing a burst of fresh breath.

The sadness on the old Taoist's face gradually dissipated, and his expression changed slightly.

The corners of his mouth slowly rose, and a thick color of joy appeared on his face.

"Great!" The

old Taoist priest suddenly picked up the little girl and kissed the little girl's fleshy little face hard.

"Po~!"

"Oh, bad master, a lot of saliva!" The

old Taoist priest laughed: "Nizi, a good thing, a great good thing!"

"Master, what is so happy?"

"It's better, everything is fine!"

...

Somewhere in the countryside.

Two monks, an old man and a young monk, took off their usual robes and robes, wore coarse cloth clothes with short shirts, and were busy in a small village.

The sanitation in the village is very poor, almost all of them are very old utensils, and the only health clinic in the village is already full of people.

Most of the people in the village had already fallen ill, and the pair had come to recite scriptures for the deceased.

But they didn't expect that there were so many people who were sick that the people in the village couldn't take care of them, so where did they still have the heart to recite sutras to overspend their souls?

The old monk immediately made a decision to save those who still had hope.

So the two monks, one old and one young, stayed behind and worked for the old and young in the village.

"Thank you, little master,"

said the sick old woman very weakly.

The little monk shook his head slightly, and said with a chuckle: "Amitabha, saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, the donor has a good life and rests, and the Buddha will bless you." The

old woman nodded slowly, squeezing out a smile, but before she could hold on for long, she immediately began to cough again.

A trace of worry flashed in the little monk's eyes, and he sensed that the vitality in the old woman's body was weakening.

"Nan Wu Amitabha..."The

little monk groaned, and suddenly felt a little cool on the top of his smooth head, with a fresh breath.

The fine rain and mist fell from the sky, and the pestilence that spread throughout the village quickly subsided, and the anger on the old woman's body suddenly rose a lot.

Not only that, but the symptoms of many patients around me have been alleviated to a certain extent.

The little monk's face lit up suddenly, and he shouted urgently: "Master, Master, this rain can save lives!" "

Everyone is saved!

The old monk's face was full of excitement at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Get out in the rain! Everybody go out in the rain! Get sick in the rain!".