“Master Bitter Chi, do you ever now understand what is being said?”
Waiting for the time when Du Qi retired to recuperate.
Xuan Yuan Ming asked with a deep meaningful face.
“Amitabha Buddha, thank you for naming the Grand Elder, the poor monk has slightly comprehended.”
Just now at that critical moment, if not for the other party pulling himself.
Bitterness Chi would have struck long ago.
Now he seemed to have some understanding of Xuanyuan Ming’s previous words.
A single-minded patronage was indeed a hindrance to disciples.
The martial path was to travel between life and death in order to realize the Great Dao.
Thinking of this, Bitterness looked deep into the sky.
I wonder where his stubborn little disciple is now.
And in the faraway province of South Vietnam.
The young shamatha, who was probing the patient’s pulse, inexplicably sneezed.
And an old woman in front of him, rushed to ask with concern.
“The holy monk is not catching a cold, is he?
It is winter now and the weather is cold.
You are wearing such thin clothes, don’t freeze your body.”
“It’s no harm, monk, I’m not cold!”
With a pure and kind smile.
Watanabe then began to continue diagnosing the woman’s condition.
Behind his back, the thick parcel with the helper’s knuckles had gathered a faint dust.
As you can imagine, he had never opened the plain clothes that Lin Mo had gifted him before he first left.
After dealing with all the patients.
Watari Sickness slowly got up.
“Amitabha Buddha, all of Murakami’s dysentery has been cleared.
From now on, monks, do not drink raw water directly, it must be boiled.”
“Poor monk, so farewell!”
With his hands clasped together, he bent his body slightly.
Hearing these words, a crowd of village names panicked.
“We have not yet repaid the holy monk’s great kindness, so stay for another day.
So that we can show our gratitude.”
“Yes, Holy Monk, our village, Half Wu, is in a remote location.
If it weren’t for the holy monk, the people of our village might not have survived.
Stay for another day.”
Faced with the villagers’ bitterness to stay.
Watanabe smiled faintly.
“I appreciate your kindness, monks.
But there is much suffering ahead, and I cannot stop.”
Hearing these words, the crowd then calmed down.
South Vietnam Province was surrounded by mountains, and many remote villages like theirs simply could not have up doctors come.
Once they contracted an infectious disease, it was likely that they would have to meekly wait for death.
So they could not afford to stay any longer.
But as Watari turned around.
There was a sudden shout from behind them.
“Holy monk, please wait.”
The words fell.
He saw an old man with a white head holding a wooden bowl, trembling and walking in front of him.
“Holy monk, the countryside is barren, there is nothing good.
The old woman, the head of the family, has cooked individual rice cakes, so please take them with you, holy monk.”
Along with this action of the old man.
The other village names also instantly comprehended.
And then one person counted all of them ran home, and some hurried back.
All at once, hundreds of people from the whole village were holding dry food in their hands and shoving it at Du Qi.
Just when Du Qi wanted to refuse.
The old man with the white head made a move to kneel down.
Such an act also scared Du Qi a lot.
“Master, please don’t, what is this about.”
“Holy monk, we have a loss of heart, if you take it, I will kneel down for a long time.”
With the old man leading the way, the other villagers followed suit and were about to kneel down.
With such a generous offer, Du Qi could no longer make excuses.
“All of you, monks, please don’t. I will accept it.”
Then Du Qi reached out and took the two pancakes at the top from the old man’s bowl.
“I have accepted your kindness, monk.
All you monks, please cherish it.”
With that, he turned and left directly without stopping.
In the same place, the villagers could only stare in awe at the back of Du Qi.
When it had completely disappeared from sight.
The white-headed old man still led the villagers to stay on their knees.
“Living Buddha and holy monk, take care on your journey!”
All this was unbeknownst to him, but along with his calm and even pace, a golden light appeared on his brow.