Thanks for the invitation: In ancient times, people shared children

It was already noon by the time they found Qian Daniu.

Little Pei was sleepy and hungry, and there was a bump on her head caused by the monkey. She squatted on the ground in pain, holding her head and crying loudly.

"It's okay, it's okay. It doesn't hurt." Jinghui hugged her and comforted her.

Pei Xiaoxiao burst into tears: "Master, why are you like this? Monks don't lie. How can I not feel pain when I have such a big lump? I can't see anything, and I can't get up!"

This makes sense.

Jinghui was speechless.

Jing Neng was afraid that she would be hurt, so he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of her eyes:

"Are you dizzy? Can you see my hand clearly?"

"Hey?" Little Pei sobbed, looking at his hand in front of him in surprise, "Am I okay?"

My head still hurts, but the hands in front of me are clearly visible, with no blurry or double images at all.

The three old nuns breathed a sigh of relief.

Jing Chi said, "That's all right. It's nothing. I'll just go back and apply some medicine on you. I told you to get down and walk, but you refused. You're the tallest and most conspicuous among the crowd, so you can't be beaten without a fight."

It was as difficult as climbing to heaven for Master Jingchi to comfort people. Little Pei was hit and scolded. She pouted in anger and buried herself in the master's arms and refused to come out.

Jinghui patted her on the back.

Pei Xiaohai was not the only one who was hit. There were also a few unlucky guys who were also hit and their faces were grimacing. Some of them even had two strands of hair pulled out. Fortunately, they were able to move, so the injuries were not too serious.

The most serious thing was the monkey they snatched from the group of monkeys.

Its colorful butt was scratched, its body was covered with wounds of various sizes, and a lot of its black hair was pulled out. It collapsed on the ground, holding the hand of the nephew of the old donor Qian.

Blue face, red lips, goatee.

Her amber eyes were filled with tears, and she seemed to want to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she could only make a somewhat terrifying scream.

The people who were traveling with them were very brave when they rescued the dog, but they sat a little far away when they were resting. The nephew of the old donor Qian saw that the dog was seriously injured, so he begged everyone to help carry it and go home quickly.

Everyone looked hesitant and didn't move. Some people wanted to step forward but were pulled back.

Donor Qian's nephew looked at them in confusion: "What are you doing..."

After everyone made faces for a long time, a burly man stepped forward and said, "Little Sanzi, it's not that we don't want to help you. We all know what Uncle Qian is like. Although we don't say it out loud, we all remember his kindness in our hearts. Otherwise, we wouldn't have come with us.

Daniel is also a good one.

But this, this is not an ordinary monkey, it's a mandrill, a ghost in the mountains, a man-eating creature, and the most cunning. This one has grown to the size of an adult, I'm afraid it has become a spirit. If we bring it back, what if it hurts someone..."

The man didn't finish his words.

But everyone knew the meaning, and many people echoed:

"Yeah, this is no joke."

"These monkeys in the mountains are more troublesome than each other, and the mandrills are even worse."

"Either they destroy things or they steal children."

"He just threw feces at me."

"..."

"Where does that smell come from? Get out of the way. Why are you sticking to me?"

"I'm afraid."

Qian San, the nephew of the old donor, was getting so overwhelmed by the chatter that he tried his best to defend himself:

"But this is my cousin. He's a bull, not a mandrill."

"This...it's not that we don't believe it, but we can't just say it's true," a thin man said, scratching his head embarrassedly. "The young master is so young, if he makes a mistake, wouldn't it harm everyone? If you really say it's true, there must be some evidence..."

The man's voice became softer and softer.

They are all neighbors and relatives. They risk their lives to help not because they have any bad intentions. It is just that when faced with dangerous things, it is human nature to be afraid.

What's more, the person leading the way was a little kid who hadn't even grown all his teeth yet, so it was really not convincing at all.

But Qian Daniu is now a mandrill that is about to be beaten to death. He cannot speak human language and has difficulty moving. Asking him to prove himself is really asking too much...

Cheng Tianbao was feeling guilty for causing Pei Xiao to be hit, and he immediately became unhappy when he heard this:

"What's wrong with these people? They still have the energy to doubt this and that. If they delay any longer, people will die. Wouldn't it be a waste of time?

How can we deceive them?"

Little Pei huddled in his master's arms and didn't even look at them. Only the back of his head bore the scrutiny and questioning gazes of the crowd. He heard them arguing and felt quite disapproving.

Although she didn't know why, Pei Xiaohai always felt that it was normal for people to be bad. If Cheng Tianbao hadn't threatened her, she wouldn't have come. If she had known that she would be beaten, she wouldn't have come. She could still tell the difference between a stone and a slap.

Now that he was being suspected, Pei Xiaohai didn't really want to explain. Instead, he leaned over to Jinghui's ear and asked her:

"Master, when can we return to the nunnery?"

Jinghui: ...

Jinghui knew that they could not help much, but she still wanted to wait and help persuade Yinggu. Besides, they could not leave. If they left now, they might really be regarded as liars, and the reputation of Shanshang Temple would be ruined. It would be so unfair to Yinggu.

"Not yet, wait a little longer." Jinghui comforted quietly.

Jingneng stepped forward, blocking everyone's gaze. "Dear donors, please listen to what I have to say. Young donor Qian is dying and cannot be delayed any longer. If you are worried, why not tie his hands and feet for now and return to town first to make arrangements later?"

Qian San was worried about what to say, so he nodded quickly and said:

"That's right, even with Daniu injured like this, he can't hurt anyone. If you're still worried, just tie him up and I'll watch him. If he really wants to hurt someone, I'll be the first one to go."

Things had come to this point, and if they didn't agree, these people would feel uncomfortable. So, although they were worried, they still cut some bamboo and vines, tied up Qian Daniu's hands and feet, and carried him away.

Qian Daniu was also very obedient, which made everyone feel a lot more at ease.

When we got back to town, it was already 2:30 PM.

Everyone was thirsty and hungry, but fortunately the Qian family had already prepared wine, meat and food. They stopped doing business and vacated the wine shop to entertain these people.

But no one felt like drinking, so they just ate something to fill their stomachs.

The backyard is still a mess.

It's good to find the person, but the ghostly look of this monkey made the old donor Qian and his friend cry uncontrollably.

Pei Danv was crying even more heart-wrenchingly. Those who didn't know would think that Qian Danniu had died. In fact, it was not much better. Qian Danniu, lying on the bed, was barely breathing and was not far from death. He was only kept alive by the ginseng that was forced into his mouth.

This was said by a witch with some experience: "Don't let him die. Once he dies, his soul will be scattered. The lost half will have nowhere to stay when it returns, and even gods can't save him."

It was these words that made the two elders of the Qian family spend their wealth to buy an extremely expensive thousand-year-old ginseng.

But this witch actually doesn't have any special abilities.

She only knew that people have three souls and seven spirits. She couldn't tell what was lost, but she knew that dying was not a good thing.

If there was nothing else, she wouldn't say anything more. The person is in this state now, and he can't be considered alive if he is still hanging on to his breath. It is a waste of money and energy. She will not get any good out of saying such things. When the master comes to his senses, he may not give her a penny and even beat her up.

But now that there is still hope, she can say a few words. If it succeeds, it will be a good thing. If it fails, everyone will be beaten together. If she runs faster, she may be fine.

If you want to make a living from this, you have to know what to say and when to say it.

There were many people who shared the same idea as her. They all knew some things and contributed a bit. The most capable one was an old Taoist priest. He was the one who took out the ginseng and said that he had dug it while collecting herbs. He had never found a suitable buyer, so he finally sold it and ran away with the money as soon as possible, for fear that someone would take notice of him. The two elders of the Qian family almost thought they had been cheated.

Fortunately, the ginseng is real.

Ginseng can only save lives, but it cannot save souls.

The Qian family's elders wanted to place their hopes on Pei Xiaohai, but she knew nothing.

The same goes for Cheng Tianbao.

This hope was also shattered. The two elders of the Qian family were ready to guard their son, the mandrill, for the rest of their lives. Only the eldest daughter Pei was still crying. Someone in the crowd said -

"How about we go to the river temple and ask for help from the river god?"