Fan Jianqiang wanted to slap himself, you said to watch the excitement well, what kind of mouth!

"This donor, the poor monk's law is called Xuande, and what the donor says is very Zen, and I have a relationship with my Buddha." The great monk called Xuande looked at Fan Jianqiang with a smile and a kind face.

"You are related to the Buddha, and your whole family is related to the Buddha!" If it weren't for the public, Fan Jianqiang couldn't help but scold. And this sentence sounds awkward, when I watched the Romance of the Gods, the two masters of the Western Sect liked to say that they had a relationship with me.

And then everything else ends up being theirs, including the so-called bodhisattvas.

Pudu, Cihang and others, according to the Romance of the Gods, are all people who explain the teachings, but as a result, they were fooled and lame by the two major sect masters and became people in Buddhism.

Of course, history has forked in the way here, and this classic mythological novel should not have been born.

Fan Jianqiang took a deep breath and said with a smile: "The master is serious, I am just a prodigal son in the red dust, lingering in the land of smoke and willows, wandering among the peach, but I don't have such understanding. ”

"Amitabha, the donor must not be presumptuous, although the wisdom of the donor is buried in this troubled red dust, there will always be a time when the light shines. At this time, the donor is still confused, and when the time is ripe, the donor will meet my Buddha. Xuande's bald head said the Buddha name again, and looking at Fan Jianqiang's gaze was still uncomfortable.

If he could, Fan Jianqiang would like to rub the big bald head on the ground to let him know why the flowers are so red.

But now, Fan Jianqiang arched his hand and replied: "This is not the master's final say, the so-called Buddha nature, in my opinion, is just a manifestation of cowardice." Don't dare to resist in the face of injustice, dare not fight in the face of power, and don't know how to win in the face of natural disasters, what is the use of such a sect? ”

"How can the benefactor be so utilitarian!" Xuande said angrily.

Fan Jianqiang sneered, "Utilitarian? There is no utilitarian impetus in this world, everyone does not want to make progress, and everyone does not produce, how can we feed you idlers who eat by mouth? You don't care about the suffering of sentient beings, you don't care about the rise and fall of the world, you close the mountain gate to protect you from trouble in troubled times, and open the mountain gate to collect incense money when you are prosperous. I admit that there are some eminent monks who deserve respect, and they are the ones who have truly realized great wisdom.

The so-called Buddha, in my opinion, is not about the form, not about the identity, as long as there is a Buddha in the heart, then everyone can be a Buddha. Master, you're in the picture. ”

Leaving the thoughtful great monk, Fan Jianqiang turned around and left.

His grandmother is so dangerous, Fan Jianqiang feels that if he doesn't leave, he is likely to be detoured into the pit by this big bald head.

People eat with one mouth, and what they are best at is playing dumb riddles, today Fan Jianqiang is quick to speak, drop what he saw on the Internet back then, turn around and run.

What a fucking thrill!

Xuande frowned and pondered for a while, then smiled, got up and left Daoguo Temple.

……

Back at the hospital, Fan Jianqiang bought some food nearby, and the three of them ate hastily, and in the afternoon Fan Jianqiang gave Lao Tian money and asked him to find a place to buy some daily necessities and come back.

Originally, Fan Jianqiang planned to take advantage of the lunch break to find a penguin duel, but Yang Yi came to the door in a daze.

"Brother Fan has time, there was an accident in our barracks." Yang Yi looked a little anxious.

Yesterday, in order to prove his medical skills, Fan Jianqiang showed some modern medicines, which left a deep impression on Yang Yi. During today's daily drills in the army, a soldier was not in a state and was swept away by Yang Yi.

It was nothing, and it wasn't pointed at the man at the time, but it was the man who was unlucky enough to stumble into another soldier's long knife and disembowel his stomach.

In the past, this kind of injury was sewn up by a military doctor, and then some herbs were casually applied.

The method is simple, but the mortality rate is also frighteningly high.

Eighty percent!

In ancient times, when the two armies fought against each other, the soldiers who really died on the battlefield were not the biggest, but those who suffered knife wounds and later died of illness.

In the past, Yang Yi could only send blessings to the soldiers, hoping that he could survive this hurdle, if he didn't survive, he estimated that he would personally take out a sum of money to comfort the soldiers' families.

However, Fan Jianqiang's performance yesterday gave Yang Yi hope for healing.

Fan Jianqiang listened to Yang Yi's story, didn't say a word, and went straight to the barracks.

It is a doctor's vocation to treat diseases and save people, even if Fan Jianqiang, an impostor, wants to gain a foothold here, make a name for himself, and hug the thighs of the Yang family, he must be saved this time!

Stomach disembowelment is not a big deal in Fan Jianqiang's opinion, as long as the treatment is timely, he can walk around in ten days and half a month after cultivation.

Of course, that means under the premise of a modern medical system.

Yang Yi came in a hurry, and he didn't bring a carriage, he threw Fan Jianqiang on the back of the horse, and without saying a word, he rode the horse and ran.

This is hard for Fan Jianqiang, he has never ridden a horse since he came here, and he almost didn't vomit his lunch when he was bumpy and bumpy.

When he arrived at the barracks, Fan Jianqiang's face was pale, and he suspected that the unlucky guy was not dead, and he, the doctor, was going to be tossed to death by Yang Yi.

"Brother Fan, are you okay?"

"Do you think I'm fine?"

Fan Jianqiang couldn't wait to pry Yang Yi's skull open to see what this kid thought.

Yang Yi scratched his head in embarrassment, he also understood at this time, Fan Jianqiang didn't know how to ride a horse, the first time he rode a horse, and he still hurried in such an urgent way, and he was thankful that he didn't vomit.

"Brother Fan, human life matters."

"Well, your reason is so powerful, I'm speechless." Fan Jianqiang complained silently in his heart, and waited until he felt better before following Yang Yi to the big tent.

Before he could enter, he heard the wailing of soldiers.

Come to think of it, without anesthetics, anyone who is disemboweled, will die of pain.

Isn't everyone Guan Erye, scraping bones and curing poison is child's play, besides, Fan Jianqiang thinks that the Romance of the Three Kingdoms is three points true, seven points false, true and false, who can say clearly?

Pushing Yang Yi away, Fan Jianqiang didn't say a word, and took out an anesthetic from the box.

This was taken out of the hospital on the way here, when Yang Yi was busy on the road and didn't pay attention to Fan Jianqiang's abnormality behind him.

"Who are you, who let you in, now ......"

"Get out of the way!" Fan Jianqiang unceremoniously pushed the military doctor in the coat aside.

Yang Yi also walked into the barracks at this time, and stretched out his hand to stop the other soldiers who stepped forward to stop them.

Fan Jianqiang glanced at the soldier's belly, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

My stomach was sewn on, but what the hell was that wire as thick as a wire?

Not to mention, it's still hemp rope, and the friction is the boss!

It is also a miracle that this soldier did not die of pain, and he still has the strength to wail until now.