In the late spring of the ancient capital of Xi'an, the ice and snow in Chanba Park have already melted, the fiery sunset and the afterglow of the fiery sunset are reflected in the water surface of the Bahe River that has been flowing slowly for thousands of years, most of the peach blossoms on the bank have withered, and the branches have produced grains of peaches like jujube grains.

The eternal Ba Bridge can not withstand the wear and tear of the years, and only the bridge piers left are rippling in the sparkling waves, whispering the vicissitudes of history. By the river, a young man in his thirties is quietly lying in a wheelchair, an old man in his fifties is silently looking at this young man by the chair, his eyes are full of the care and pathos of the elders, the young man lying in the wheelchair is called Xiao Zheng, three brothers, two brothers and his father are the major shareholders of a large pharmaceutical factory, the family is typical not bad money, Xiao Zheng is the youngest and talented, and his family also studied Chinese medicine with a famous teacher according to his wish, and after graduating from traditional Chinese medicine, he went to a world-famous medical school to major in Western medicine, After more than ten years of hard study, Xiao Zheng wanted to open a hospital to help the world, but he didn't expect that providence would make people, but a sudden terminal illness knocked him down, for a person with rich medical knowledge, Xiao Zheng knew very well that he was about to come to the end of his life. The old man on the side is the housekeeper of the Xiao family, Xiao Zheng's mother died early, and the relatives in the family are too busy with their careers, only this housekeeper Xiao Hai watched Xiao Zheng grow up since he was a child, and he was like father and son.

Everyone has the last moment of their life, it's just a matter of time or time, the sunset does not leave its own footsteps because of whose life and death, Xiao Zheng refused the company of his family at the last moment of his life, leaving only the old housekeeper Xiao Hai to stay by his side.

Looking at the afterglow of the setting sun without saying a word, the old butler who was familiar with Xiao Zheng's character was also silent beside him. "This is the last sunset in my life", Xiao Zheng sighed softly, "Uncle Xiao, throw my first aid kit into the water, just treat it as the last gift in my life." Xiao Hai, who had been silent for a long time, trembled slightly, didn't say anything, turned around and brought over a portable first-aid kit, this first-aid kit is one of Xiao Zheng's favorite items, the first-aid equipment in it represents the highest level of today's medicine, and it is a private customized product tailored for Xiao Zheng at a high price, but now it is about to lose its owner. Xiao Hai didn't speak again, and threw the first aid kit into the water under the lower pier, as the box entered the water, Xiao Zheng stared at the ripples in the water, and gradually closed his eyes, the old housekeeper Xiao Hai didn't move, but the hand holding the wheelchair with his eyes closed burst out of the green tendons. The last rays of the sunset shone on the dragon head of the bridge pier, and I didn't notice that the eyes on the dragon head flashed the light of the ruby ship, and the light shone on Xiao Zheng's body through the glow, Xiao Zheng's body seemed to be burning, but the red light faded in just a few seconds, and Xiao Zheng's life finally passed away with this last ray.

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Zheng's consciousness seemed to slowly wake up, and there seemed to be a woman's voice crying in his ears, "Zheng'er, wake up!" Wake up! ......", but he never opened his eyes. I don't know how much time passed, Xiao Zheng's consciousness gradually sobered up again, and he opened his eyes with great effort, but what came into his eyes was the face of a middle-aged woman, the woman's face was covered with dust, her eyes were full of concern, and the tears that flowed down washed her face one after another. Xiao Zheng opened his mouth and asked the woman: "Where am I and what's the matter?" Am I dead?" Immediately after that, I felt a blockage in my chest, my lower abdomen hurt, and I fainted with my head tilted, and the woman cried again after the surprise, and the people around looked at the crying woman with regret and discussion, "This child is the woman's son", "This baby doesn't seem to be good", "This orphan and widow, if the baby is not there, I am afraid that the mother will not be able to live."

At this moment, a middle-aged monk and a teenage novice came from the bridge, the middle-aged monk saw the young man lying on the ground and the woman who was about to cry and faint through the onlookers, and when the middle-aged monk's eyes were fixed on the young man who had fainted, he suddenly showed a look of surprise in his eyes, and then a surprised expression appeared on Furui Wubo's face, and he sang a Buddha name in his mouth, and then said again, "Wonderful, strange!" He led the teenage boy into the crowd and walked in.

When the monk entered, he bowed to the weeping woman and said, "Female benefactor, can you let the poor monk take a look, maybe the little monk has some way to heal Ling Lang." After hearing the monk's words, the woman grabbed a life-saving straw for the dying man, turned around and knelt at the monk's feet, grabbed the monk's robe, raised her head and said in a hoarse voice: "Ask the master to be merciful and save my son, if I can save my son, I am willing to chant the scriptures every day in front of the Buddha, reshape the golden body of the Buddha, and ask the master to be merciful...", as he spoke, he knocked his head to the monk regardless of the hardness of the stone bridge deck, and the middle-aged monk hurriedly picked up the woman. Turning back to the young man who followed, he said: "Yi'er, quickly bring the package for the teacher", Xiao Shami listened to the package and handed it to the monk, after opening the package, the monk took out a few silver needles from a small cloth bag, lit the silver needles of mugwort barbecue, and the monk pierced the silver needles into the young man's head, chest and abdomen several acupoints, Xiao Zheng, who was still in a coma, felt the pain in his chest and the spasm of the lower abdomen slowly disappeared, and slowly opened his eyes after a long breath of depression in his chest. The crowd of onlookers exclaimed, "What a miracle doctor!" "You melon, you can see clearly, you are a monk! "Yes, forgive me, monks" .......

After some treatment, Xiao Zheng finally came to his senses, looking at a group of onlookers who couldn't tell the dynasty and two monks, and a woman who was half-hugging him with a concerned face, his brain was still at a loss, so he asked, "Am I not dead?" Where is this? ”。 The woman holding Xiao Zheng trembled obviously, and hurriedly asked, "Son, don't you know your mother?" I'm your mother," she said, and the tears fell again.

I saw the middle-aged monk say to the woman: "Don't panic, the female donor, Ling Lang is alive from death, and it is inevitable that he will be delirious when he just wakes up, and he will slowly recover after a while, you must not be sad." When the woman heard this, she knelt down to the monk again and said, "Thank you to the monk for coming to the rescue, please accept the people's women again." The middle-aged monk picked up the woman who was about to bow down again and said: "The female donor wants to take care of Ling Lang and put more clothes on her, he is just seriously ill and his body is weak, although it is late spring now, the weather is still a little cold, and Ling Lang can no longer stand the wind and cold...".

Xiao Zheng has fully woken up, the reincarnation of time and space and fate His name is still Xiao Zheng, but he still can't figure out how he lived in this body, and through the mouth of his so-called mother, he learned that this is the sixth year of martial arts, that is, the sixth year of the founding of the Tang Dynasty with great prestige in Chinese history. In the same place, in a blink of an eye, it is life and death, and a reincarnation is a thousand years!

Xiao Zheng looked at the body that appeared out of thin air and the mother who was hugging him tightly beside him, he was speechless for a long time, in his previous life, because his parents divorced since he was a child, his mother had already become blurred in his impression, looking at this mother in front of him, his eyes were full of love, his heart throbbed for no reason, it may be a natural mother-son heart, I thought about it for a long time before I was relieved, since God once again gave me the opportunity to be reborn, then cherish it, cherish the only relative in front of him, no matter what dynasty he lives in, She has the responsibility and obligation to make her life better. After thinking about this, Xiao Zheng lifted the blanket covering his body, wanted to stand up, after shaking his upper body a few times, he felt that his body was still soft, Xiao Mother saw it and hurriedly put the blanket on Xiao Zheng's body and helped Xiao Zheng stand up, and after getting up, he thanked the monk again for saving his life. Xiao Zheng said to the monk: "I haven't asked the master for the Dharma number, and the master's life-saving grace is unforgettable." At this time, Xiao's mother also suddenly came to her senses, and hurriedly saluted the monk and said, "Just now, the folk woman was too concerned about my son's safety, and she never asked the master for the Dharma number, so the master forgives me." The middle-aged monk had not yet spoken, but the little novice next to him spoke first: "My master, Master Shangchangjie and Master Xiajie, is a famous master in Chang'an and Luoyang, not only proficient in Buddhism but also excellent in medicine.

When the monk heard this, he turned around and patted the back of the little novice with his hand and said, "Yi'er, Hugh is talking nonsense, what kind of fame and fortune do monks talk about." After hearing this, Xiao's mother folded her hands and thanked the monk again, then took the package she carried, hit a small cloth bag inside, rummaged for a while, and then took out a golden hairpin from the bag and handed it to the monk and said: "Thank you master for saving my son's life, this golden hairpin is also worth some copper coins, please master smile, add some sesame oil money for my son in front of the Buddha, and bless my son's health." After chanting a Buddha name, the monk said: "Look at your mother and son are also in trouble, more gold and silver will buy more firewood and rice to live, monks are all over the world for their home, money is something outside the body, I save your son is also a good fate, the female donor does not have to be like this." After several shirks, Xiao's mother had no choice but to give up when she saw that the monk insisted on not wanting to.