Yimeng was carried into the bed in the emergency room, breathing, but not waking up, Meng Lingjun went to call Lan Zhenzhen, Xiao Man performed acupuncture on the acupuncture points related to Yimeng, and he was in the valley. But there were no signs of waking up.

"Doctor Xiao, what should I do?" Jingyuan was a little anxious.

"As long as there is breathing, heartbeat, pulse, body temperature, it will be fine." Shawman told her earnestly. At this moment, she didn't play with skin.

"What is the blood pressure and what is the heart rhythm?" Lan Zhenzhen was in place, she walked in with a watch in her left hand and an oxygen bag in her right hand.

"I haven't tested it yet, come on!" Shawman said. She flashed to the side.

Lan Zhenzhen measured blood pressure, 110/70mmHg, normal range, cardiac auscultation roughly determined the heart rate and heart rhythm, no problem, the heart sound was slightly weaker.

"Emotions and exertion cause!" Lan Zhenzhen inspected the fundus artery again, but there was some flexure, it was halo-like, the pupil had a reaction to light, and the watery eyeball was a kind of coma.

"Shawman, do the nose ornaments, I'll go prescribe a drip." Lan Zhenzhen walked out immediately.

Xiao Man skillfully inserted the nasogastric oxygen tube and adjusted the oxygen flow.

But said a dream, in the "turn back is the shore" under the persuasion, feet fell on the golden coast, she walked along the coastline, I don't know the direction, there is a golden temple in front, the temple gate on both sides of the door couplet written: five seals to explain the true meaning of the future, great compassion should be the hope of the world. Lintel: Daxiong Treasure Temple.

The door is closed, a dream reaches out to push, but it is a sense of no touch, the two doors gradually open, the high threshold seems to be very high, when the flat step passes, but there is nothing, there seems to be something in the hall, and there seems to be nothing.

On a big day, the Buddha sat in the main hall, and the gold-faced Buddha hand. There are one hundred and eight Buddha beads hanging on the shins, one hand is holding the seal, the other hand is on the knee, and the Buddha on both sides has its own body.

"You are full of grievances, and your sins are still shallow, and you can be cured. Buddhists give you good water. If you are not merciful, if you are not compassionate, it is what you want. Buddha said. All Buddhas are in harmony.

"I was born wronged, and I have no regret in dying, may the Buddha be canonized." Yimeng knelt down on his knees, tears were already flowing, and under his knees was a futon shining with red light.

"There must be joy in the midst of grievances, and there is still life and death in the world, so there is no need to ask for it. As you said, you should take the true way, wait for enlightenment, reconcile yourself, realize that is the reason, and return to the world! "The Buddha said that all the Buddhas are in harmony, and they all say yes.

"I see. Xie Buddha canonized. Yimeng got up from the futon and walked out of the main hall. Walk out of the gate of the shadowless courtyard.

There was a cloud car waiting for him outside the door, one person, one horse and one cart. In this cloud, there is a fairy wearing a hexagonal straw hat, and he stands leisurely from behind to the car.

"Do you understand?" The fairy who was driving the car had no face, because with his back to her, the fairy shook the golden whip in his hand. The horse roared forward and walked without a shadow.

"Do you understand?" The fairy who drove the car asked again.

"Understood." A dream whispered.

"Not telling the truth." The fairy who got up said.

"How do you know? A dream asked strangely.

"You are bent, you have not yet awakened, you are shrewd, and you are still in chaos." The fairy who drove the cloud car said.

"Take your time!" Yimeng said helplessly.

"Slow, no. My Buddha is a small world spiritual sense, no power, the big world is on the chaotic side, the father and mother have the final say, everything is according to the book of heaven, his father and wife rule: the Buddha world, the Tao world, the demon world, the natural world, the chaos world, the underworld, etc. If you are too slow to realize, you have to go to the underworld. You won't be able to go back to the little natural world on earth. The fairy told her, after speaking, she raised a golden whip, and the horse ran away, passing a cloud mountain.

"Where are you going now?" I asked in a puzzled way.

"When you came, the Buddha let you cross the path of compassion, and now you go back, it is very difficult to walk, the Buddha asked the old immortal to send you to the intersection of the heavenly road, where there is a road to the world, and a road to the underworld, you choose." The old fairy said.

"I still have unfinished business, of course I have to return to the world. Enlightenment and meditation can also be practiced in the world, as long as the heart is let go and overcome oneself, you can get through the mental hurdle. "In a dream, I suddenly understood the canonization of the Buddha.

"You have realized that the old immortal can also go back and return to the future. The old fairy who drove the car was whipped again, and when he arrived at the intersection of the sky, the car stopped.

There is a pavilion at the intersection of the sky, with three words written on the toll station and a reminder: the Buddha of Xian'er and so on, such as passing the post, handing over a hundred years of immortal law longevity, and repairing the road section.

"Thank you." Yimeng said sincerely.

"Amitabha, there is not so much etiquette in the sky, get out of the car, just stand on the car and close your eyes." The old fairy who was driving the car said.

Yimeng stood on the car, closed his eyes, jumped into the sky, and quickly slid away from the heavenly road, but he heard the four seas churning, the clouds scattered in all directions, and the ghosts and demons howled, and then the sun and the moon were divided, and the yin and yang were handed over, it was when the moon rose in the southeast and the sun fell in the west, and he returned to the world, so fast and comfortable.

……。

In the emergency room, the hanging bottle was slowly dripping, and Yimeng opened his eyes, with a white roof, white sheets, and several people gathered around: Lan Zhenzhen, Jingyuan, Ling Jun, Xiao Man, and a little nurse.

"Wake up, rich and noble, and don't die easily." Shawman was the first to discover.

"Look at your mouth, you don't talk evilly." Lan Zhenzhen said with a smile.

"Sister Meng, you went there, and you're only coming back now." Quietly distressed, sour, and deepened.

"When I arrived in the sky, the Buddha used the Dharma to lead me up, and I went directly to the Daxiong Treasure Temple, met the Buddha, and then came back." I dreamed of sitting up, but I hung the bottle, and my limbs were weak, so I had to lie down and talk.

"What's the matter with you?" Jingyuan thinks that Yimeng is joking.

"Rest, the reason for being too tired." After Lan Zhenzhen finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

"Thank you, doctor." A dream said.

"No thanks." Mazhen disappeared out the door.

"Is this your guest?" Xiao Man's apricot eyes narrowed together, seemed to smile, and asked Meng Lingjun.

"Yes. Ling Jun knew her ghost mind and guessed wildly.

"Then you're going to have to pay, watch and watch." Shawman said, very interesting.

Xiao Man mischievously opened his eyes, waved his hand, and left. After a while, I went back to the emergency room.

"Brother Meng, Sister Meng said that she went to the Buddha just now, do you believe it?" Jing Yuan asked Ling Jun and was looking at him.

"Buddhism is boundless, the Buddha is a thousand-year-old tree, a thousand-year-old worship of the Buddha, a national faith, who believes in it, and if you don't believe in it, you don't have it." Xiao interjected slowly.

"Not true. The Buddha said that there must be joy in the midst of grievances, there is life and death in the world, there is no need to ask hard, you should take the truth of the way, you should understand by yourself, enlightenment is the reason, there is no belief or unbelief. Ichimu opened his eyes and recited the words from his unconscious consciousness.

"You have been canonized by the Buddha, you should realize something." Meng Lingjun said. Very witty.

"Jingyuan, I understand one thing, Dr. Zhang Bo and Zhang are not dead." A dream said plainly.

"Who is the one who died? Jingyuan asked. Meng Lingjun pretended to be stunned.

"It's Zhang Zaiyi, lawyer Zhang." A dream said soberly.

"There's no evidence! Jing said.

"From the point of view of reasoning, Zhang Zaiyi usually goes to the Lido Hall within three days, but from Zhang Bo's death to the present, he has not come forward." A dream said.

"So, you suspect that Zhang Bo is not dead, it is Zhang Zaiyi who is dead." Jingyuan said seriously.

"Yes, he chased Liu Yihong, Liu Yihong's phone didn't work, and he didn't have a reason not to ask. Yimeng said categorically: "If you don't go for three days, it's not Zhang Zaiyi." Besides, Dr. Zhang and Wenhe Lido have no melons, why did they go to Wenhe Lido early in the morning? ”

"Where is that Uncle Zhang, but there is no news." The key to the question was raised.

"This is to report the case, reflect the situation, and see if any of them have ever met Dr. Zhang."

"Why didn't you ask this question earlier?" Jingyuan Zhengse.

"I didn't figure out a lot of things at that time." Yimeng said very seriously: "I'm avoiding this reality, including Liu Yihong's death." ”

"You haven't seen Zhang Bo, how do you know it's not Zhang Bo." Jing Yuan asked seriously.

"A thousand people who are the same as Zhang Zaiyi stand together, and I can recognize Zhang Zaiyi, because they are too familiar." There is no evidence for a dream, but it can be determined.

"How do I report a crime?" Jingyuan regained a bit of peace.

"Lingjun will always have a way." A dream said.

"This is not a joke, I will tell the Public Security Bureau that you said it." Meng Lingjun said with a straight face.

"Okay, the sooner the better, I'll wait. 〃 A dream said.

"Have a good rest, and go back to the hall after playing the hanging bottle to discuss again." Jingyuan said.

"That's exactly what I mean." A dream said.

To be continued! (To be continued......)

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