Forced to copy books and learn secretly, I became the favorite of the immortal world

Chapter 138 Huge Medical Bill

Mo Anyi's actions confused this group of monks. They never knew that people in the Southern Region were so pragmatic. Instead of engaging in some commercial nonsense, why not talk about history and friendship?

What about the friendly exchanges between the sects? Why do they ask for money right from the start?

He looked at the bill again. Oh my god, was he robbed? Wu Yuan was sweating coldly at the long list of bills.

But it is a big sect after all. Besides, money is outside of one's body. Once he closed his eyes and handed over the storage ring, Mo Anyi's order was completed.

It is said that Buddhism is a place where wealth gathers. With so many supplies, it is just a matter of a storage ring. She didn't know. Wu Yuan was so distressed that he almost fainted. He was just calm on the surface.

They are just becoming monks, not attending a funeral, and this money is costing them their lives.

Mo Anyi, who had knocked the brick once, had already become proficient in it. It only took a moment for his consciousness to condense.

The bricks fell down with three "dong, dong, dong". The three monks who were possessed by the devil in the formation began to gradually regain consciousness. The black evil fog was dispersed and absorbed by the big bricks until it was completely gone.

A set of movements, done in one go, clean and neat.

The several big monks beside him were stunned. This almost made them commit suicide, and they also lost the evil spirit of a Buddhist, but he was killed with just a few bricks.

Ah. That's it.

This easy move made them begin to doubt their lives. Was the Buddhist method they were practicing to save all living beings? Logically speaking, the meritorious method they were practicing was the nemesis of evil spirits. How could this deceitful little monk save them so easily? Their hearts devoted to Buddhism were almost shattered.

"Hurry, Buddha."

Wu Yuan suddenly realized that they were still in danger. In order to protect them from being eroded by the black fog, he used his body as a container to absorb the black fog. Only then could they have a chance to survive and look for their fellow disciples who had been possessed by the devil.

Who would have thought that there would be light at the end of the tunnel? This helped them find a solution. It was truly the Buddha's blessing.

Before Mo Anyi could react, Wu Neng, who was like a black tower, reached out and grabbed him, tucked him under his armpit and ran away.

!!!

Human trafficking in broad daylight,
Seeing this, Si Jin drew his sword and chased after him.

"Second Brother, hold on, this is for our storage ring." Mo An, who was still being clamped and shaking wildly, endured the nausea of ​​the bumps and shouted to Si Jin.

The party A who has not paid is the boss. You can't afford to offend him. If he doesn't pay, the project will fail. Mo Anyi has this deeply rooted in his bones. Collecting money must be put first.

Mo Anyi was carried by Wu Neng and ran very fast. They ran for a quarter of an hour before stopping.

The scene before us was like a disaster movie.

The holy lotus base was completely surrounded by black mist. The white lotus now looked like a punctured sesame dumpling, a black and white mass. The Buddha sitting inside could no longer see his original appearance. His face was hideous, as if his consciousness was still there, trying to break free from the darkness. His frown formed a deep groove.

The delicate and gentle look between his eyebrows was gone, and his cheeks were covered with black tattoos. His porcelain-white face was completely dark. Even his lips had turned black.

The heavy aura of death lingered around him, sucking away his vitality. Some parts of his skin had already shriveled up. If it had been a few minutes later, it would have been sucked dry.

"Little Taoist friend, please save my Buddhist disciple." A group of big monks all bowed and saluted Mo Anyi.

"He has been completely possessed by a demon. My brick is no use to him." "Little Taoist friend, there must be a way, right?" Wukong was anxious and wanted to step forward to grab her sleeve, but was stopped by Si Jin.

"Little Taoist friend, I beg you, there must be a way to save him. Look, the Buddha is still frowning, he is still conscious."

A group of monks were so desperate that they were about to cry, chanting "Amitabha" one sentence after another.

"No, wait a minute, I didn't say I won't save you, it's just that the price is not the same as before."

. . . . . .

No, little Taoist friend, can you please stop breathing heavily when you speak? They all thought that there was no hope for Buddhists, but you said to raise the price. Oh, that's fine, just raise it.

then,

A group of senior monks squatted and cried to collect the medical expenses. They spent all their money.

"Little Junior Sister, are you sure?"

Si Jin was a little worried. This Buddhist disciple had obviously been possessed by the devil for a long time. It was not possible to get rid of the black evil spirit simply by relying on his spiritual power or a brick.

"Well, I said that in order to save him, we must enter his consciousness. Is that okay?"

Mo Anyi was also a little uncertain. She looked back and saw the sad monks who were still crying.

Before treatment can be started, the family members must agree to it. Don’t wait for the doctor to cause trouble and then you won’t be able to explain yourself. You still have to go through the formal procedures.

Several big monks looked at each other, then said decisively,

"Okay, little Taoist friend, do as you wish."

"No," Si Jin immediately stopped him.

"Have you forgotten what I just told you?" Si Jin was so angry that his veins were taut again. This girl dared to do whatever I told her not to do.

"Second Brother, this is a matter of life and death, so let's not get hung up on these little details."

Mo An didn't know much about the world of immortal cultivation. After so many years under the red flag, she really didn't think this little thing was a big deal.
Given Fozi's current situation, he couldn't wait any longer. The main reason was that he had already received the huge medical fee and didn't want to return it.

The other big monks were not good at this, but they were very good at reading people's faces. Heita Wuneng blocked Si Jin's body, and the other big monks swarmed and held down Si Jin who wanted to go up to stop their little sister.

"Young Taoist friend, relax a hundred and twenty times. The Buddha is in your hands. You can do whatever you want." A group of monks promised in a hoarse voice.
Mo Anyi crossed her legs in front of the lotus bowl. She closed her eyes, and spiritual power surged around her body. A spiritual power with tiny starlight emerged from her forehead and slowly penetrated into the Buddha's sea of ​​consciousness.

The Buddha's sea of ​​consciousness had been turned into chaos by the black fog. In just a moment, the sea of ​​consciousness would collapse completely. Mo Anyi's sea of ​​consciousness with starlight illuminated the heavy fog bit by bit. The soft light sorted out the chaotic thoughts like turbulent flow in the wind.

She moved forward carefully in his sea of ​​consciousness, avoiding the fragments of thoughts that were running around. She was cautious with every step, fearing that she would accidentally turn the Buddhist into a fool.

Her spiritual power is like a fine thread, mending the cracked sea of ​​consciousness. Hmm. What the second brother said is true. This sea of ​​consciousness really cannot be entered casually.

She blushed as she sewed. Fortunately, the Buddhist child was still very well behaved. There were no strange or messy thoughts in her memory. The unconscious sea of ​​consciousness was trying its best to avoid contact with her sea of ​​consciousness. She retreated step by step.