My phone vibrated a little, and Gu Tingcheng sent a text message: "Come quickly, they steal the baby." ”

"Stealing a baby? Stealing a reincarnated spirit child? I was taken aback, and before I had time to hesitate, I immediately rushed to the horizontal corridor.

It's almost a hundred steps from the corner to the baby incubator, so it's no wonder you can't hear the movement when you stand at the door of the emergency room.

Gu Tingcheng crouched behind a stretcher, and ten steps away in front of him was the obstetrics and gynecology nurse's station. At this moment, both nurses were lying on the table and sleeping.

I judged that they had been knocked unconscious by two weirdos.

Without waiting for Gu Tingcheng to explain, I saw the two weirdos through the glass window next to the nurses' station.

There were four rows of incubators in that room, each with ten boxes, which could accommodate forty babies at a time. Coincidentally, at the moment the incubators are all empty, and there are no babies who need special care.

It stands to reason that normal people don't have to go in, as long as they get close to the glass window and look inside, they know that it is useless to go in. It's just that the thinking of the two people is very weird, obviously there is no baby, they just check the past box by box, and never let go of any corner.

"The two of them have probably been in retreat for so long that their minds are rigid and they don't know how to turn around. But what are they looking for? There are no babies here, so you have to go to the delivery room to find them. Don't...... Could it be ......" Gu Tingcheng couldn't give a satisfactory answer, so he asked himself.

The facts are very clear, the two middle-aged people received an order to "go to the incubator room to find the baby", and this order came from the "Immortal Jade Master".

When they arrive at their destination, even if they can't see the baby, they have to turn every incubator upside down before they can go back.

"Let's go." I whispered.

"But let them turn this place upside down?" Gu Qingcheng frowned.

I took out the phone and dialed the complaint number posted on the side of the nurse's station.

When the phone was answered, I deliberately spoke in a rough voice: "We are the patient's family, and there are two people who are rummaging around in the incubator room, and the ping-pong is making a noise, what about the security guards in your hospital?" In the end, it doesn't matter? Noisy mothers and babies, can't sleep, hurry up and take care of it! ”

The hospital is strictly managed, and if it weren't for the dereliction of duty of the security guard on night duty to watch the monitoring, someone should have arrived in time a long time ago.

It is the duty of the security personnel to maintain the security of the hospital, as long as they get rid of the two weirdos, there is no need for me and Gu Qingcheng to make a move.

Less than three minutes after I hung up the phone, there were hurried footsteps at both ends of the hallway. In the blink of an eye, two groups of black-clothed security guards rushed over with riot forks and electric batons, as many as eight or nine people.

"What about people? Where is it? What about people? The security guards screamed.

When they saw me and Gu Qingcheng, they ignored it and went straight to the incubator room.

The cost of those incubators is not low, and if the two sides start a war in the incubator room, it is estimated that the hospital will lose a lot of money.

"How much do you know about the reincarnated spirit child?" Gu Qingcheng crossed his arms to watch the excitement, but he was still entangled in the intentions of the two weirdos.

I shook my head: "Miss Gu, there is no reincarnated spirit child at all—no matter what kind of baby they are looking for, it should not be a reincarnated spirit child. As far as I know, the search for the spirit child is a big project that requires at least a large group of people to complete, and the identified spirit child has to answer a series of code questions left by the eminent monk before he is reincarnated. Looking at the IQ and EQ of these two people, they will definitely not be entrusted with important tasks. Okay, don't think about it, go back. ”

I have always thought that Tibetan secret knowledge is self-contained, and although it belongs to the same country as us, its thinking path and operation method are very different.

It is also reincarnation, where ordinary people enter the six realms of reincarnation after death, and then become a complete "new person" with no traces of the past, starting from scratch and living a new life. The spirit child was born with the complete memory of the previous life, and even some super spirit children came with the memory of the third and fifth generations, and their wisdom was unfathomable, and each generation lived in the way of "knowledge superposition".

When this type of person becomes an adult, he is often obsessed with the study of Buddhism, and devotes his whole life to writing books and teachings, and has no interest in fame and fortune in the world. Otherwise, if such people step into the red dust, how can others be opponents?

(Every hundred years in the rivers and lakes, there are outstanding and stunning people appearing, or causing trouble in the world and leaving a stench for 10,000 years, or doing their best and lasting forever.) In the eyes of metaphysicians, those are the spirit children who have strayed into the mortal world, and the spiritual roots have not awakened but the wisdom has survived, which has caused an uproar on the rivers and lakes. ）

"Mr. Long, why are you so negative? There are many things in the world that bystanders can never get a glimpse of, and only by moving forward in the face of change can great things be achieved. Gu Qingcheng was a little dissatisfied.

I smiled bitterly and stepped back: "Miss Gu, we are already in trouble, aren't you enough?" ”

Gu Tingcheng shook his head: "There is a saying, haven't you heard it?" If there are many lice, they will not bite. If there is a lot of trouble, I am responsible for solving the trouble. ”

In my eyes, Gu Tingcheng is still young, relying on Gu Tingcheng's antique empire, she wants to be windy, rainy and rainy, and rarely encounters setbacks, so she will say the sonorous and powerful words of "solving trouble".

I didn't say anything more, just smiled and motioned for her to look into the incubator.

Security guards poured into the incubator room and surrounded the two middle-aged men.

My original intention in making the complaint call was just to get the security guards to come and drive them away, so that they would not cause trouble in the hospital and disturb the men, women and children in the ward.

It is not easy for ordinary people to live, and they are exhausted by illness and hospitalization.

As I expected, the security guards arrived, and the two middle-aged men stopped rummaging and prepared to exit the incubator room.

The accident happened at the moment when the middle-aged man walked out of the door of the incubator room, and a security guard pushed forward the riot fork in his hand, and suddenly forked it on the waist of the middle-aged man who was behind. I guess he just wanted to make a joke, holding a fork and gesturing, and passing the addiction of catching people, who expected that the ghost made a god, he didn't count under his hand, and the riot fork really greeted the suspect.

As everyone knows, there are extremely lethal and strange martial arts such as the Red Sand Palm, the Shadowless Hand, and the Heavenly Burial Soul Separation Knife in the Tibetan Secrets, which require uninterrupted cultivation for more than 20 years to achieve something.

The middle-aged man is about thirty-five years old, has strange behavior, and his appearance is not good. I didn't expect their martial arts to be superb, the security guard with the fork didn't have time to retract the fork and apologize, the middle-aged man who was forked shrank back, had already come out of the fork, hooked his backhand, grabbed the neck of the security guard, twisted and flicked, and the security guard fell softly.

The security guards had no actual combat experience, so they only relied on the large number of people and hugged forward with a hula call.

It only took about ten seconds for the hallway to be filled with people lying on the floor, all of them black-clad security guards.

With each shot, the two middle-aged men cleanly knocked down a security guard, using all of them with short-term grappling kung fu similar to splitting tendons and wrong bones. Twenty paces away, I could clearly hear the "click" of the security guards' broken bones.

Gu Qingcheng bounced up and was held down by me.

"This was an accident, the two have already shown mercy, and the security guards can't die. If you don't have guns, you can't restrain them, so don't bother. I whispered a warning to her.

Strangely, I smelled a strange smell in the hallway, not formalin sanitizer, nor the pungent smell of medical alcohol.

I sniffed lightly, closed my eyes, and discerned.

"It's an onion, an onion that once appeared in the corridor on the eighteenth floor of the Chundu Hotel...... Gu Tingcheng brought the onion to the car, it was that kind of smell. "I remember.

"Onions! The dogleg of the Great Emperor of the North is also here? Gu Qingcheng's face changed.

Previously, we eliminated some of the Northern Emperor's subordinates, and the message left by the mysterious call said that we had "sent the hypnotist to the western sky". So, who is the owner of the onion, and why is it here after appearing in the hotel?

Two middle-aged men slowly stopped as they passed in front of me.

One of them said to me a Tibetan phrase that means, "I'm frightened, I'm sorry."

I shook my head and didn't speak.

Another spoke a series of Tibetan words very quickly, which roughly meant: "Don't be polite to the Han Chinese, we represent the Immortal Jade Guru, the Guru is the most noble and virtuous in the world, close to God." Therefore, the work we do is also the most sacred, and whoever dares to stop it is the devil, and there is no forgiveness for killing. ”

I was displeased, but I didn't show that I could understand Tibetan.

"Master Immortal Jade wants us to find the spirit child, and doesn't want us to cause trouble. Those are just ordinary people, there is no malicious intent, you should not have made a move just now. The first person said.

The other person was the one who was caught by the riot fork, and he looked extremely impatient: "Senior brother, I said, we are looking for the spirit child, it is a major and important matter of 100,000 urgent. If, according to my idea, we don't have to come in and look for it in person, wouldn't it be much easier for us to give those Han people money and ask them to surround the hospital and snatch all the babies that are born in three days? If you do things like you, sooner or later the credit will be snatched by others. ”

I couldn't help but be shocked, Gu Qingcheng's guess was completely correct, the two of them were indeed looking for the spirit child. However, it is extremely rare to find someone by such violent means.

The first person responded expressionlessly: "Why do you always have to grab credit?" We are cultivators, so what does it matter if you are fighting for what you are fighting for? The Jade Master wants us to do things, not to make meritorious contributions. We didn't find the spirit child, so it was enough to go back to our lives peacefully. ”

The other person was also expressionless, but his voice was as fast as a bullet: "Senior brother, we have come from afar, if we can't make meritorious contributions, then what's the point?" It is also a practice, some of the same disciples have been favored by their predecessors, they can meditate on the wall in three months, enter the cave for retreat in one year, go down to the debate field in three years to 'fight the scriptures', and represent the monastery in five years to participate in the 'battle of the Tibetan secret gate wall'. In this way, within ten years, practitioners of our age will be able to enter the leadership class of Tibet, and their fame will go down in history and be on a par with the great teachers. Like you, who has practiced for ten years, is just a stubborn and unknown inferior monk, doing just ordinary homework every day, and dying of old age under the green light and yellow scrolls. I am not you, I don't want to go through my life like you, I want to succeed, I want to become the chief wise man under the throne of the Immortal Jade Master, I want the people of all Tibet to look up to me, and call me 'Yongkang Dade, Yongkang Rinpoche'......"

The debate between the two is-for-tat, one is forbearant and indifferent, the other is impetuous and radical, but the two have no expression on their faces when they speak, only their mouths open and close, as if they are two animated puppets.

I'm an outsider and don't want to say anything. At the same time, my left hand exerted force, holding Gu Qingcheng and not allowing her to struggle.

"None of us can convince anyone, so why don't we turn to the Sage of the Road for help?" The first person asked.

"Okay, we will listen to whoever the sage of the road helps." The other agreed.

My heart tightened, I already knew what they were going to do next.

When Zen disciples encounter problems and debates during their practice, they will have the practice of "turning to the sage of the way", and the specific procedure is to find a stranger who passes by, and then come up with a black-and-white choice question and ask the stranger to make a selection. Whichever side a stranger chooses proves to be right.

This method of resolving disputes is similar to the Daomen's "asking the heavens and divination, the horse before the lesson, and the hand occupying the lesson", all of which rely on the divine power in the dark to choose the direction.

The two of them proposed this method, and now they are standing in front of me again, and the role of this "sage of the road" should be none other than me.

Next, the first person extends his right arm, the other extends his left arm, and the two arms are close together.

Ancient Indian yoga masters were able to bend their bodies at will, and when the video was released, the audience around the world was stunned. This time, the two men standing in front of me did something tens of thousands of times more difficult than the yoga masters, because their arms were quickly and silently intertwined, like two soft-boiled noodles, twisting and twisting, and finally turning into a twisted flower that seemed to be coiled.

This "twist" finally reached out in front of me, and the two pairs of eyes of the two people stared at me deadly.

Obviously, which arm I choose is the same as which person's point of view I support. The terrible thing is that the two of them are dressed the same way, and the palms are exactly the same, and it is impossible to see which arm belongs to which person at this moment.

Such a choice is completely like a blind man touching an elephant.