Seeing that I was so surprised that the stall was so scared by me, I quickly said, "How much does this stone slab cost? I bought it."

"It's very expensive. This is what I got after I wasted my boss's strength and almost lost my life..."

I looked at it just a stone slab with scriptures printed on it. It was probably an ancient Buddhist scripture. I should have looked at it carefully just now, but there is no need to worry about it now. I said, "If you want to sell it, sell it, forget it if you don't."

"So... hey hey, sell it! Is it a good deal?"

I quickly chased the three-headed Buddha with a stone slab, but after so many years, there was no trace of people. I saw a thin old man, rushed up and asked him if he had seen a fat monk. But as soon as he looked up, I realized something was wrong. The old man had a smirk on his face and his pupils turned green.

But the coins on my waist did not emit a warning sound. Could it be my psychological effect?

He patted my shoulder, then pointed to another intersection, thanked me, and quickly left him. Staying by his side made me feel uncomfortable. Sure enough, within a few minutes, I saw the figure of the Three-headed Buddha. He did not go to the Buddha temple, but walked into a blacksmith shop.

When I walked to the door, a wave of heat rushed towards me, almost burning the person. The man inside who was standing in front of the stove, holding a sledgehammer and hitting the red iron block was not the Three-headed Buddha.

I thought he was a monk, but I didn't expect that he was actually a blacksmith. When I entered the door, he noticed me, and he recognized me, and suddenly lost his good expression. The hammer was knocking, but he ignored me.

"I'll deliver something to you." I put the slab on the table beside me, turned around and left, but he called out.

"Sit down."

"It's better to obey your orders than to be respectful."

The temperature in the room was very hot. After sitting down for a while, I felt that the sweat on my body was soaking my clothes. He brought a pot of tea and two cups, poured a cup in front of me. I didn't want to drink it, but in such a hot place, who can swallow the hot tea?

But out of politeness, I picked it up, but the tea cup was cold. I thought something was wrong. After a closer look, there were ice cubes in the bowl, and the tea was cold in the mouth. At this temperature, it was so good. Moreover, the tea also had a slight astringent effect in the mouth, a little bitter, and then a sweet taste.

I don't know what tea he used to make.

Santou Buddha drank a glass by himself, then he picked up the stone slab and watched it carefully. The word "view" should not be used. It was too inappropriate, and he should use research. He also took a pen and copied the words on the stone slab. He was very serious and I dared not disturb him.

I still thought of leaving some for him, but I didn't expect that before I knew it, I drank all the whole thing. The Three-headed Buddha was still copying Buddhist scriptures tirelessly, and no drop of sweat on his body fell on the book. When I finished drinking my tea, he finally finished copying it.

I closed the book and put it up. After I came back, I brought another pot of tea. My throat was like a fire, and I urgently needed tea to put out the fire.

I picked up a cup of tea and drank it. The Three-headed Buddha took this time and placed the stone slab in front of me. "I have no use of this thing anymore, you can take it away."

I put down the teacup, "Is this a special one for you? Didn't you really want it?"

"All I want is the above verse. I am not interested in the rest. You can take it away."

I didn't expect this to be the case, but I have bought the things and can't even refund them. So I just take them as a decoration. But the Buddha Santou said, "Then I have some things here, you can choose a few and offset them."

I came to ask Santou Buddha for help, and I would like to give others something and give me gifts. Besides, there are no things I can use in the shop, all of which I can't understand and have never seen before, and I don't know what it is for.

I smiled and said, "Where, this thing was bought for you."

The three-headed Buddha raised his eyebrows, took a sip of tea, and asked, "Then say it, what's the matter with me?"

"My name is Shi Xiao. I just came here to ask you a question. Do you know where Yunci Temple is?"

The face of the three-headed Buddha changed slightly, and two lightnings shot out from the slits of his narrow eyes, "Is it Qiu Bairen who asked you to come to me?"

I nodded.

"That old guy hasn't come to see me for so long."

I said, "He is dead."

"What? Dead?" The Three-Headed Buddha was very shocked.

I told him everything about the incident, hoping that he could understand it. After listening to the three-headed Buddha, he did not blame us, but just lamented the vicissitudes of time. I had a question that kept pressing on my heart, "How old are you?"

"It's almost three hundred years old."

Seeing me looking disbelief, the Three-headed Buddha chuckled and said, "Actually, I was able to live for so long because I found a fairy grass to eat when I was thirty years old."

"You are so blessed."

The Three-headed Buddha smiled bitterly and said, "What's the blessing? If you want to live forever, you will have to pay the price. Anyone who has a blood relationship with me has died, and... he will no longer have the function of a man, and he will be defeated in his life."

I thought he was cursing, but he looked like his sad expression. I deeply sympathized with him and spent more than two hundred years alone. I am afraid that this is the reason why he likes Buddhist scriptures.

Santou Buddha said: "You ask that little girl to come tomorrow. I will help her see first. If it works, I will take you to Yunci Temple. If it doesn't work... you can find a way for yourself."

I was going to leave the blacksmith shop, but suddenly I was stopped by the Three-headed Buddha. I wondered, "What's wrong?"

"Did you meet any strange people when you come?"

I don't understand why he asked this, but I still told him about the old man. Santou Fo's face suddenly changed, "It's broken, sit down quickly and let me see!"

I felt something was wrong, so I did what he said. After I sat down, he asked me to unbutton my shirt, and I did as well. Then he looked at my back and took a breath of cold air. I didn't understand what was going on, so I reached out and wiped it back. Without caring about the three-headed Buddha's stop, I had already touched a piece of fine and small bumps of varying sizes, and it was still squirming. Some of them might have broken the hole and smelly and sticky liquid flowed out.

Listening to his gasp, I sweated coldly and shivered all over. Especially the thing behind me, he brought two mirrors for me to see by myself. I saw that there was almost no good place on my back, all of which were rotten and red.
Chapter completed!