Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters form a good relationship
Dozens of young people on the grass looked at the scene that happened in front of them in surprise: A Ming was grabbed by Chen Qingyun's right shoulder, and the two jumped up. In the blink of an eye, they melted into the night and disappeared.
"The Heaven of Eternal Life, the Heaven of Eternal Life is really manifested."
All the young people knelt on the ground and blessed devoutly.
A Ming, who was involved in these matters, was completely unaware of these things. When Chen Qingyun caught him, Chen Ming lost consciousness. When he woke up, he had returned to the brightly lit settlement.
The layout of the settlement is circular, with a large open space in the center, similar to a city square. The open space is full of people, holding torches in their hands, with solemn expressions, as if they are praying.
Chen Qingyun and A Ming appeared out of thin air like ghosts, frightening everyone. When they calmed down and saw that it was A Ming, everyone immediately whispered softly: "The Immortal God has appeared, it is A Ming, he has brought people back."
A Ming shook his head, turned to look around, and suddenly shouted: "Dad, I brought the doctor back. I'm going to the tent first."
The people in the square all stood still, as if Amin's news had nothing to do with them.
Chen Qingyun realized something, and his consciousness extended toward the brightly lit big tent thirty or forty meters away.
A Ming also realized something was wrong, rushed to the center of the crowd, looked at the middle-aged man with tears streaming down his face, and shouted tremblingly: "Dad, what happened? Is she my wife?"
The middle-aged man said solemnly: "My child, there is no way to avoid what is going to happen. This is the will of the Immortal God."
"No, I have brought the doctor here. My wife will be saved." A Ming rushed out of the crowd and looked for Chen Qingyun everywhere: "Benefactor, doctor, miracle doctor, you haven't left yet, you won't leave me alone."
Amin's voice became hoarse and weaker, like a drowning man grabbing a straw, only to discover in the end that the straw was illusory at all.
The youngest and oldest elder walked to A Ming and said slowly: "A Ming, outsiders are not trustworthy. You have to be careful. The women in the clan are preparing the burial for your wife, and she will be sent to the sky burial platform after the sun rises."
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"No, my wife is not dead. I have already invited a doctor." A Ming sat limply on the ground: "He is our savior and will not leave me alone."
A Ming was completely disappointed. He didn't expect that there was a guest behind him. His mind was on the verge of collapse.
"The poor child has been so stimulated that he has lost his mind and gone crazy." The elder sighed: "Help him go to my tent. I will recite sutras for him and save his soul."
At this time, Chen Qingyun not only did not leave, but went straight to the brightly lit tent.
"Who are you? Please go away. This is a woman's business." Outside the tent door, there was a middle-aged woman with a big waist and a round waist. Her voice was not loud, but she exuded majesty.
Chen Qingyun understood that it was regarded as a very sacred thing for the prairie people to bury the deceased. The middle-aged woman was very angry, but did not dare to shout loudly, for fear of disturbing the deceased.
"I am a doctor and I am here to save lives." Chen Qingyun said calmly: "The young girl inside is not dead yet."
Chen Qingyun's consciousness is particularly sensitive to the breath of life. The young woman in the tent may have difficulty giving birth and may have difficulty breathing. If she is not revived within half an hour, the mother may die.
, but the child in her belly will definitely not be kept.
The middle-aged woman became impatient: "Young man, don't make trouble, otherwise you will be punished."
Chen Qingyun's appearance is very pleasing to the eye, otherwise the middle-aged woman would have simply broken Chen Qingyun's arm instead of scolding him.
"If you don't get out of the way, even if you are not punished, your conscience will never be at peace."
Perhaps it was Chen Qingyun's calm demeanor and indifferent but firm tone that made the middle-aged woman feel that something was unusual: "I can let you in, but if you desecrate the deceased, your eyes will not be saved."
"Don't worry, I know what's going on."
"Everyone, stop for a moment. The doctor is here. A Ming's wife is saved."
The middle-aged woman's prestige is not low. Her gentle voice made more than a dozen middle-aged and elderly women in the tent stop their hands and come to the tent door.
"This is the young man, right?"
"He has never seen A Ming's wife. How can he be sure that A Ming's wife is not dead?"
Chen Qingyun didn't explain at all, pushed aside the women blocking the door, entered the tent directly, and walked towards the center of the tent.
Three middle-aged women with strong physiques, intending to show off Chen Qingyun's power, blocked the door and tried not to get out of the way. Unexpectedly, Chen Qingyun just walked in, and the three women couldn't help but get out of the way.
The more than ten women outside the tent all looked at each other. No one knew why the three middle-aged women were so respectful. This young man exuded a mysterious aura, which aroused infinite awe among the more than ten women.
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The three middle-aged women with high prestige did not really want Chen Qingyun to get close to A Ming's wife, but they felt a soft force coming from them and involuntarily stepped aside.
Before the dozen or so women had come to their senses, Chen Qingyun's soft voice came to her ears: "Come two or three people to help. Hurry and boil hot water for later use."
"He's really not dead?" The middle-aged woman guarding the door yelled in a low voice, and then pointed to everyone: "You three, go help quickly; you two, go boil water; you, go tell the master."
The woman who was about to run to the open space was stopped by the woman guarding the door: "Oh, let's wait, maybe..."
Before the woman finished speaking, loud cries came from the tent, and the middle-aged woman guarding the door suddenly shouted: "We are really saved, could it be the messenger sent by Changshengtian? Go quickly, why are you still standing there?"
?Hurry and report to the master."
In the open space in the distance, A Ming was already sitting limply on the ground. If his wife was really dead, there would be nothing he could do. All he could do was look at his wife again when he sent her to the sky burial platform.
Thinking of this, A Ming felt sad and his crying never stopped.
"My daughter-in-law, my children, the compassionate Changshengtian, please save them."
The elder patted Amin's father on the shoulder: "Amin's soul has been saved. Let him cry. It will be fine if he cries."
Amin's father was about to step forward to say a few words of comfort when a woman hurriedly ran from a distance, sweating profusely, breathing rapidly, and her face flushed: "Master, they are alive. They are all alive."
Amin's father grabbed the woman and said, "What nonsense are you talking about, alive? Who do you think is alive?"
"Master, you are hurting me." The woman not only did not break away from Amin's father, but leaned against him: "I don't know who is alive. There are cries of children in the tent. I only know that the young master's wife has given birth.
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"It's the benefactor, it must be the benefactor who took action." A Ming, who was paralyzed on the ground, was suddenly full of strength, jumped up from the ground, and ran towards the tent.
A Ming's father did not follow, but walked towards the people in the open space: "Thank you fellow villagers for your kindness. Your prayers worked. Changshengtian sent a messenger to save A Ming's wife and the child."
"Congratulations, Patriarch. Congratulations, Patriarch." The solemn atmosphere in the open space immediately turned into a joyous one.
A Ming ran to the tent and was stopped by the woman guarding the door: "A Ming, you can't go in, you have to wait for a while."
"Did a young man go in just now?" What A Ming was eager to know was Chen Qingyun's whereabouts.
"That's right, it was A Ming who invited me here. This person is really true. He only said that he wanted to go in, but he didn't explain clearly."
The crying in the tent didn't stop for a moment. A Ming was anxiously circling outside the tent. Suddenly, a loud call came from the tent. To A Ming, it was like the sound of nature.
When A Ming's father came outside the tent, Chen Qingyun just washed his hands and came out of the tent. A Ming's father bowed respectfully: "You are the messenger sent by Changsheng Heaven and the benefactor of all of us."
Chen Qingyun smiled lightly and said: "Forge a good relationship, congratulations to the elder on having a successor."
"Please come with me, my benefactor." Hearing this, A Ming's father became even more respectful: "The banquet will be ready soon. Please have two drinks, my benefactor."
"I'm sorry, I have something to do and I must leave immediately."
After Chen Qingyun finished speaking, he was about to calm down when A Ming rushed out of the tent and grabbed Chen Qingyun.