Wu Ciren followed the monks and Taoists to a wing room in the Temple of Heaven in Longhu Mountain. He heard the conversation between the middle-aged Feng surnamed and the celestial master of unknown generation, and vaguely knew whether there were people in the inner room. Yes, when I was still listening, I was pulled into the inner room by the Taoist priest. The Taoist priest said as he walked: "That person thinks he knows that his sins are done, and he can't wait too long. If you have to leave here, if you don't pick it up, when will you wait?"
With that, he took Wu Ciren to the inner room and came to the bed. Between Wu Ciren lies a teenage boy with thin cheeks. The arm on the outside of the quilt is also as dry as a branch, and his hands are curled up, like a halogen. Chicken paws. [..|com|]
When Wu Ciren wanted to take a closer look, he saw that the boy who had only breathed out and did not breathe in, suddenly opened his eyes and met his gaze. The young man laughed laboriously, and said silently, "Are you here!" Wu Ciren obviously didn't hear the sound, but he understood what he was saying in his heart. He felt funny, but his heart was grabbed by "rubbing"*. The pain was unbearable, and immediately I had no intention to laugh at others.
The young man saw the painful expression on Wu Ciren's face, his expression dimmed, his eyes turned to the Taoist priest, his lips trembled, and there was something in his heart, but he couldn't say it. The Taoist smiled slightly, indicating that he would not say much, saying: "You did evil in the previous life, and you suffered in this life. This is the cause and effect. Fortunately, you were born in this rich family, and although you have suffered a lot, you have some blessings. Now, now. Your sins are cleared, go now!"
The young boy's eyes showed a look of relief, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. It just melted away, but something came to my heart, and his face "showed" reluctance. The Taoist priest knew what he was thinking and pointed to Wu Ciren and said, "Don't worry, your ancestors are entrusted to me. Although you have gone, someone will do your filial piety for you!"
Hearing this, the young man let go, his eyes closed gradually.
For a while, the person guarding the boy noticed it, and tried it before the boy's nose, bluffing three feet high, and cried out: "It's not good, the young master is out of breath!"
Outsiders heard it, and they swarmed into the inner room, and immediately filled the room. The three Seng Dao and Wu Ciren, although they were invisible and bodyless, had no place to stand, they could only float to the police station.
A middle-aged man named Feng squeezed to the bed and tried it in front of the boy's nose. It was confirmed that the boy had died of breath, his face changed immediately, and he sat softly on the bedside, but his hands were firmly grasping. Holding the sleeve of the celestial master, he kept saying: "How can this be good? How can this be good? Heavenly Master, you have to find a way anyway, but Xuandi is really not good enough, and you have to let him return to the capital. Again..."
Zhang Tianshi was "forced" by him. He had no other choice but to let a middle-aged man surname Feng help the young man, sit cross-legged behind the young man, and place one palm on the young man's back heart, slowly fortune, stimulate the young man's heart, in the hope A miracle happened.
The Taoist priest looked all this in his eyes, and then said to Wu Ciren: "If you don't go now, when will you stay?"
Although Wu Ciren was somewhat prepared for this, he was timid at this time, holding on to the Taoist robe, squeezing some smiles on his face, and said: "Grandpa God, you have mercy on me, reward me with some elixir'medicine'. The root of the disease is gone!"
The Taoist priest heard him say this and smiled: "You are not confused! It would be easy if you want to get rid of the root cause of your body, but I don't have the habit of carrying those things on my body. You go first, and I'll send it back to you! "
Wu Ciren is not stupid, how could he hear him say this, just holding on to his robe, and begging repeatedly: "There is no grandfather god, there may be some on grandfather Buddha, grandpa god will use it first, and then pay him back. Go, the fairy grandfather of Yeshen is running around among these three realms."
The monk saw that he was involved with himself, and said with a smile: "What a ghost, he hit me with his idea. Brother Dao, since he already knows this, you are a good person to do it to the end, let him do what he wants!"
The Taoist was helpless, thought for a moment, and said: "I really don't have any pill "medicine" on my body. That's it, I will teach you a Taoist mental method. You practice it once a day, but for a year and a half, then The root of the disease is gone—this is more beneficial to you than that pill "medicine"!"
Wu Ciren hurriedly said with a smile: "Thank you for your pity, Grandpa Immortal, I'm stupid, and I'm afraid I can't remember it for a while, so please think of a way so I don't forget a word!"
The Taoist scolded his eyebrows: "Don't talk more, go now!" Wu Ciren was caught off guard and leaned forward. His head was knocking on the boy's head, only to feel the boy's body. An irresistible suction surged, and the eyes were dark, and there was no consciousness.
I don't know how long it took, Wu Ciren only felt that his body was lazily with nowhere to focus, and a force slowly surged from the back of his heart, penetrating his lungs and gently soothing his heart. For a while, I only felt that the strength was slightly strengthened, and the heart that had stopped beating, was stimulated by this strength, and even resumed work.
"Cough, cough, cough," the boy eased his breath and coughed violently.
Seeing the effect of this method, Zhang Tianshi felt calm, fearing that the young man would cough too much, and then "forced" his breath, slowly soothing his lungs, and when his breathing stabilized, he received his gong, and he was actually tired. He was sweaty and heavily clothed, and he didn't even have the strength to get out of bed.
The middle-aged man surnamed Feng was overjoyed when he saw that the young man had eased his breath. He also saw Zhang Tianshi'failing' on his face, so he was so busy that he got Zhang Tianshi out of bed and helped him back to his room to rest. Carefully helped the young man lie down, tucked the quilt for him, and whispered: "Xuandi, Xuandi!"
Wu Ciren knew that he was calling himself, but his "Di Xuan" had already been reborn, and he had taken over the magpie's nest by himself, but he had to be more careful. He immediately laughed "tiredly" for the middle-aged Feng, and closed slightly. Got an eye.
The middle-aged man surnamed Feng saw "Wu Ciren" breathing smoothly and let his heart down a little bit. He couldn't bear to disturb him any more, but then remembered that he hadn't taken a grain of rice in a day, so he asked in a low voice, "Xuan brother, you want to eat some more." thing?"
Hearing his question, Wu Ciren felt hungry and couldn't help nodding slightly.
The middle-aged man surnamed Feng nodded his head with joy, and he was busy ordering people to fill a bowl of bird's nest porridge that had been simmering on the fire, and without pretending to be someone else's hand, he would feed him by himself. Although Wu Ciren has never had any serious illnesses, he lives in such an information-filled society. He has never eaten pork or seen pigs running. He knows that he has a frail young body and cannot eat too much at one time. The middle-aged person surnamed Feng is also the same. A governor, even though he was drinking sweetly, he only fed him a small bowl and stopped. He helped the young man lay flat, leaving only a small servant to look after him by the bed. He went to the table on the side, spread paper and grind, and wrote to the worried people in the capital to report that he was safe.