"Brain?" Xuankong was a little surprised when he heard this, "How do you start talking about this?"
"I have an older brother who was stimulated and suddenly turned into a vegetative state. His family was rich and his father took him abroad. He tried every means to travel to all developed countries in Europe and the United States. He tried countless methods but nothing worked.
Now my brother is still lying in bed. That is to say, if their family has enough money to support him, other families would probably not be able to afford such high expenses."
Xuan Kong thought for a moment, "I don't think any country has the technology to perform brain surgery."
"I don't know if you can be saved?" There was an expression of excitement and anticipation on my face.
"No," Xuan Kong answered simply, "I don't understand the acupuncture points on the brain, and the most important thing about the human body is the brain, which might kill someone. It's different from the acupuncture points on the body, so it's very difficult to do it. I don't dare to do it to kill someone."
No one can be held responsible.”
I sighed when I heard it
"But" Xuan Kong raised his head, "I know someone who might be able to do it."
When I heard this, my eyes widened, "Who?"
"That's the craft that my uncle, my master, and my uncle learned together from my great master. My uncle learned it more profoundly than my great master, and even has a mark that surpasses that of my great master."
"Really or not?" I was a little overjoyed. "Where is your master? If you can't find your master, you can find your master. Either one of them will do."
Xuan Kong had a look of sadness on his face, "My great master has passed away and only my uncle is left. However, my uncle is a weird and cynical person. As a Buddhist, he always violates the precepts. Because of this matter, he had to fight with my master and me several times.
The master quarreled and once took off his monk's robe. He often traveled around the world and made a home. I don't know where to find it."
"What about your master?"
"My master has been living in seclusion in Wutai Mountain a few days ago. When you and I met, I had just come to pay my respects to my master. I will use my medical skills to accumulate virtue and do good deeds throughout my life. I will definitely be free and at ease in the Western Paradise."
I suddenly had a bad premonition, "Is your master in Wutai Mountain? A reclusive monk? He has medical skills?"
Xuankong looked at me and nodded, "Why are you so surprised?"
"It's over." I was not in the mood to eat. "My former friend told me before he died that there was a miracle doctor in Wutai Mountain who might be able to cure my brother's life. I originally planned to send the child to his grandfather and then go find it with my friend.
The miraculous doctor asked the miraculous doctor to heal my brother. What should I do now?"
"There is a hermit miraculous doctor in Mount Wutai. He should be my master. He is good. He has been there for many years and has helped many people, so he still has some reputation. Your friend should be right to know about it, but it will be useless even if he goes to find it. My master will definitely not dare to treat him."
Even my senior uncle may not be willing to do it if he has the brains to do it. However, my senior uncle has a weird personality and may be able to do it. It may be that he is just wandering around the world with no fixed address and there is no way to find him."
"Then what does your uncle mean? When your master passed away, your uncle didn't go there either?"
"He didn't know how he would go if he couldn't get the news. He didn't even know when my master left. Later he came to my place and found out the news. He knelt for a day and a night and then left again. He didn't know what to do. He is very casual."
"That means he might come back to you?"
"It depends on luck. Sometimes he can come back once a month for two days, and sometimes he doesn't come back even once a year. He is different from me. He doesn't like it here because he and my master always quarrel, but his
The Buddha's roots are still here, so he will still come back sometimes. If he is the abbot here, he is not mine. I am one generation younger than him."
I thought for a while and looked at Xuan Kong, "Then there is no other way. How about I leave you a mobile phone number? Do you have a phone number? You can't be a monk without a phone, right?"
"We have this."
"Master Xuankong, I won't be polite to you anymore. If your uncle is in a good mood one day and comes back from playing outside, please remember to tell me and I will come back to him. Do you think he can help me?"
"This is hard to say. Uncle Master has a weird personality. When he is happy, he is fine no matter what. When he is unhappy, he is not fine. I don't know if he can help you. He won't listen to us. Anyway, if he comes back, he will definitely be here.
I have been here for a while, after all, I know my uncle. Although he often quarrels with the master and the grand master, his nature is not bad. I will remember your call and I will let you know when he comes back."
I sighed and nodded, "That's all it seems." Just after I finished speaking, I heard someone knocking on the door outside. "You bastard, I've told you so many times not to close the door. Please open the door! I, Gu Xiandong, am back! Let the monk die."
Are you here or in Wutai Mountain? If you are here, ask him to come out to pick you up and open the door quickly!" Then there was a "bang bang bang" sound, "Hurry up, I brought several bottles of Maotai liquor back, hurry up!!"
Xuankong looked at me with a helpless expression, "You are so lucky that he is back."
"Who? Gu Xiandong? Why can't he name him? Gu Xiandong is your uncle?"
"What kind of name does he want? He has been expelled from the master a long time ago. Every time he comes back, he makes such a fuss and makes trouble. He must be angry again, so he comes back to make trouble. But this time no one will let him make trouble."
"Abbot, can we open the door? Brother Dong is back again." Lianyou appeared at the door with a look of alarm and helplessness. "I think either we can avoid you and open the door."
I was a little surprised, "Why do I feel that Lian You is so afraid of your uncle?"
"My uncle always forces them to drink and eat while they violate the precepts. Because of this, I often punish them. There are rules in the temple. I really can't do anything to my uncle."
"Hurry up! If you don't open the door, I'll climb over the wall. I'll climb over the wall and get in with you little bastards! Fa Jing comes out to pick me up. Hurry up! Your Dong brother is back! Hurry up!"
I don't know why I always feel vaguely familiar when I listen to this voice. "Why does this voice sound so familiar to me?"
"Wait for me from here. I'll open the door for him first." After saying that, Xuankong stretched out his hand to signal Lianyou. Lianyou quickly stepped aside.
How come you are familiar with Brother Dong and Gu Xiandong? Well, we are really destined. The one I asked you to save is also Brother Dong. Brother Dong, saving Brother Dong is equivalent to saving yourself. I was thinking about how to communicate with Gu Xiandong, a bohemian monk.
"Why the hell did you open the door so late? I'll beat you like a bunny!"
"Hey, Master, Master, please don't do anything." I heard Xuankong's voice begging for mercy.
"Who the hell is your uncle calling me Brother Dong and calling me Brother Dong Fajing? Fajing, get out of here!"
"Uncle Master"
"How many times have I reminded you, don't fucking call me uncle. I'm not your uncle a long time ago. Call me Brother Dong." "Fa Jing, Fa Jing, come out, Brother Dong is back."
I was quite depressed to have such an uncle, and I was really helpless. So I stood up and walked to the door of the room. I looked at a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe holding two bottles of Maotai liquor in his left hand and shouted, "Fa Jing, Fa Jing!"
stand up
I took a closer look and yelled "**!" followed by "**!" and I felt depressed. Is it true?
Gu Xiandong, who was wearing a Taoist robe, was walking in with a glass of wine. When he heard me swearing, he stood in the middle of the yard and turned around to stare at me. He stared at me and I stared at him. We both stared at each other for a long time. Gu Xiandong
The smile of "hehe" suddenly changed into a look of immortal wind and crane bones, and the feeling of being an outsider was no longer the ruffian's aura just now. Xuan Kong had already fallen beside Gu Xiandong, "Master, Brother Dong, Brother Dong
Let me introduce to you this destined disciple who is called Wang Yuewo."
"Okay, it's none of your business." Gu Xiandong looked like a fairy again. The Maotai wine he carried on his hands also looked nondescript. This guy was a lot darker, and his hair was still so long. It grew out around his mouth.
The two-handed boy with a mustache looked at me and stretched out his hand, and started to look like a Taoist priest doing fortune-telling. He nodded and shook his head for a while, making it look like it was real. In fact, I just wanted to ask him for something, or I ran over and kicked him. Damn it, now I
I have the urge to run over and kick him, but I know that if I can't bear it, it will be more difficult to beg him later.
After Gu Xiandong finished his performance, he smiled at me and said with sincerity, "Does the donor remember the poor monk?"
I kind of know why he couldn't tell the difference between a poor monk and a poor Taoist. I didn't bother to remind him that he was a poor monk and a poor Taoist. I guess he couldn't remember clearly. "I remember that the master is really knowledgeable and talented! I admire him!" I clasped my hands and said, "Really!"
I never expected to see Master here and I have great admiration for Master!"
Gu Xiandong smiled slightly and had a pretentious look on his face. He also had the feeling of being a fairy. "Do you remember our three-year agreement? Now it seems that the days are about the same!"
"Remember, of course I remember that I have offended the master a lot before. Please forgive me. I am here to apologize to the master today. Master, please come into the room and let us talk carefully."
Gu Xiandong nodded slightly and touched his mustache, "So, so, so good, so good!" After saying this, he ignored Xuan Kong behind him, carrying two bottles of Maotai, and strode forward in an unusually pretentious manner and entered the room.
I almost couldn't help but go up behind him and kick him~
