The house of Song Ergou's house is not big. After walking out of the corridor, it is outside. After walking seven or eight steps, the third child found that the light faded and darkness came. Various shouts could be heard, and then someone ran over and hugged him.
He cried loudly, someone wanted to take his father away from his arms.
At this moment, he finally came to his senses and shouted: "Don't touch my dad!"
Then after a moment of glance, the third child passed out on the spot.
However, although the man was unconscious, his hands were like iron pliers, tightly holding the old man in his arms. It took everyone a long time to get the old man out of Lao San's arms and place him in someone else's home.
The third child was taken aside by the doctor who came over and stripped him of his clothes for inspection. Everyone was stunned!
"How is this possible?" All the doctors looked at Lao San's intact body in astonishment!
Song Xianhe next to him was also stunned. With such a big fire, even a person would be burned black and blue if the elephant rushed in. The third child was actually intact? How... is this possible?
After the doctors checked the health of the third child and the old man, and confirmed that the third child was fine, they dispersed in admiration, leaving Song Xianhe sitting alone in the room, taking care of the third child and his father.
Song Xianhe sat there, looking at the third child on one side and his father on the other. He rubbed his head with both hands and muttered: "What on earth is going on? Is it the second child?"
"Amitabha!" At this moment, a Buddha's call sounded from behind.
When Song Xianhe heard this, he stood up suddenly. When he saw that it was Fang Zheng, he breathed a sigh of relief, nodded slightly and said, "It turns out to be Abbot Fang Zheng. Please sit down."
Fang Zheng nodded and said: "Donor, this poor monk is here to treat your father's illness. Is it convenient now?"
Hearing that Fang Zheng was here to treat his father, Song Xianhe suddenly lit up with joy and said quickly: "Of course, Abbot Fang Zheng is here to help."
Fang Zheng nodded slightly, walked up to the old man, and then said: "Almsgiver, please go out first. When the poor monk is treating a disease, he doesn't like anyone watching."
Song Xianhe hesitated a little, but still withdrew.
As soon as Song Xianhe left, Fang Zheng also started to take action. The old man's physical condition was very complicated. It seemed that he had suffered a heavy blow and injured his head, causing him to be unconscious and like a vegetative state. This is definitely a problem for many doctors.
It's a difficult problem. But for Fang Zheng, it's not difficult.
Fangzheng gathered Qi to form a needle. This time, instead of directly pricking with a needle as usual, he pressed the back of the old man's neck with one hand, introducing the Qi from the body into the old man's body, and then flowed along the blood vessels until it reached the old man's brain.
Where the blood is clogged, Fangzheng holds his breath and concentrates, gathers Qi to form a needle, and suddenly opens up the clogged place! The Qi spreads out and blends into the blood vessel wall, repairing the blood vessel wall that has not had blood for a long time, moistening it like a new blood vessel, and then continues
Forward.
There were three blockages in the old man's head. It took Fang Zheng about three hours to clear all three blockages. He also used Buddhist medicine spiritual energy to warm the old man's blood vessels for a while to ensure that everything was fine.
Only then did the spiritual energy of the Buddhist medicine come back.
After doing all this, Fang Zheng nodded slightly, turned and left.
Seeing Fang Zheng coming out, Song Xianhe immediately came up to him and asked, "Master, my dad?"
Fang Zheng smiled and said: "I will wake up tomorrow naturally."
When Song Xianhe heard this, he was immediately ecstatic, and then he became serious. He bowed to Fang Zheng and said at the same time: "Abbot Fang Zheng, I will never say thank you for your kindness. In the future, the master will only give you instructions. We brothers will go through fire and water without hesitation!"
"
When Fang Zheng heard this, he smiled slightly, patted Song Xianhe on the shoulder and said, "If the donor is really serious, you might as well go back and have a look."
Song Xianhe was stunned. He didn't understand what Fang Zheng said.
Fang Zheng shook his head and left slowly, saying as he walked: "There is no end to the sea of suffering, and there is no turning back. The donor is on the way to hell. Whether to turn back or not can only happen in a matter of seconds."
When Song Xianhe heard this, he trembled all over! He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he held it back. But he still had some doubts in his heart: "What does this monk know?"
When he thought that Fang Zheng knew everything about the actors and others, his heart suddenly sank. Could it be that Fang Zheng knew everything? But how could this be possible?
Back in the room, Song Xianhe's father hadn't woken up yet, but the third child woke up first. As soon as he woke up, he waved his arms and shouted: "Don't touch my dad! If you want to die, let me die!"
Song Xianhe quickly held him down to avoid waking up his father, and called the third child's name twice in a row, and then the third child woke up.
As soon as the third child saw Song Xianhe, he looked around and then at his intact father lying on the kang. He opened his mouth and said with a smile: "It turned out to be a dream... Brother, I just had a dream. The house
on fire……"
Boom!
Song Xianhe raised his hand and gave him a violent shudder, glared at him and said: "What a fucking dream! You just kicked me out and forgot about snatching my down jacket? That's fine, you're out of business. You don't even listen to what I say, brother."
Got it!"
When the third child heard this, he immediately trembled and said nervously: "Isn't it a dream?"
"Nonsense!" Song Xianhe scolded.
The third child quickly lowered his head to check his body, especially the big guy under his crotch. He found that all the parts were complete, and then he grinned and said: "This... how is this possible?"
"It's really strange. Honestly, what did you do in the fire? How come you didn't burn a single hair?" Song Xianhe asked.
The third child also looked confused, but he quickly came to his senses and shouted: "I met Buddha!"
Boom!
Song Xianhe almost didn't think about it. He raised his hand and screamed! He scolded: "Don't talk nonsense!"
The third child said aggrievedly: "Brother, I really met the Buddha! I was almost burned to death, and I felt like I couldn't get out, but the flames suddenly separated, and the Buddha walked in from the flames. Then the Buddha asked
He asked me a few questions and took me out. Otherwise, I am not a god, how could I not be hurt at all? Hahaha... It is really not hurt at all. I thought this time my big guy would also become
The eggs are baked and can’t be used anymore, hehe..."
The third child looked at the guy on his crotch with pleasure...
Song Xianhe rolled his eyes at him and fell into deep thought. He knew his brother too well, and the third child would not lie to him. He said that he had seen the Buddha, and 80% of it... No matter whether it was absurd or not, it seemed to be the only
Can you explain the reason!
Then Song Xianhe asked Lao San about the details about Buddha, and the answer was flawless. Song Xianhe believed such a perfect lie, and with Lao San's brain, he would never be able to come up with it! The only answer is, this is
real!
But, how is this possible?
After asking more about the Buddha's appearance in more detail, Song Xianhe's nerves jumped suddenly and he shouted: "Why does this Buddha look so much like Fang Zheng?"