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Lu Liang sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Lu Chengkong who was lying on the bed and dying, and couldn't stop sighing. When Lu Chengkong was ten years old, his wife died, and he had to be alone and pull him to grow up. But I never thought that in one night's work, my son would inexplicably become like this, how could I not be anxious?

"Uncle Lu, you go and rest first, I'll watch here." Pang An pushed the door in, touched Lu Chengkong's hands, and exclaimed, "How can your hands be so cold?" Also, the lips are bloodless! ”

Lu Liang was tired, his eyes had lost their brilliance, and he said, "Yesterday, Chengkong even had to vomit out when he drank water. I'm afraid that if it goes on like this, it will be difficult......"

Pang An lowered his head, sighed deeply, and said, "It's all me...... It's all harmful to Chengkong, it must be a problem with the 'Evil Spirit-Returning Soup' that day! As he spoke, he slammed his chest, his eyes were a little red, looking at the sleepless Lu Chengkong, his voice was a little choked, "It's all me, it's all my fault!" ”

"I don't blame you." Lu Liang stood up and persuaded: "You and Chengkong have been like brothers since childhood, these days, for his sake, you haven't slept a single peaceful sleep, it's really difficult for you." ”

"Humph!" Pang An slapped the table and said angrily: "I'll go to Nangang County and tie up that Master Zhang!" ”

"What's the use of tying it up? At this point, we can only resign ourselves to fate. Although Lu Liang said so, he was willing to exchange his life for his son's health in his heart.

"Bang bang." Just then, there was a slight knock at the door.

Lu Liang took a breath slightly, but he still couldn't hide the haggard face, and when he opened the door, he saw a monk about sixty years old standing outside the door with shabby clothes and a wooden bowl in his hand.

"Donor, can you give some food to the poor monks?"

Lu Liang listlessly invited the monk into the room, brought a bowl of water and some food, and said, "Master, please take care of yourself." Then he went to the bed again.

Half an hour later, just when Pang An and Lu Liang were at a loss, the monk came outside the house and said, "Donor, the poor monk is full of sadness when he sees you, but he has encountered difficulties?" ”

Lu Liang invited this monk into the room, looked at the bed, and said, "Master, my son has been bedridden for some reason, and he has been for many days. I've invited all the doctors in the neighborhood, but they can't do anything. ”

The old monk put down the wooden bowl in his hand, stood in front of the bed, closed his eyes, and did not move.

"Who are you?" Pang An no longer believes in any masters, but he is afraid that he is pretending to be a ghost again. Lu Chengkong, who was lying on the bed with only half a life left, could no longer withstand the toss.

"Don't be rude." Lu Liang raised his hand to stop Pang An. When people are helpless, they will desperately grasp any straw when they see it.

After a cup of tea, the old monk's eyelids were shocked, he opened his eyes slightly, turned around, and said to the two: "This donor, he is not sick. ”

Lu Liang hurriedly said: "Master, if my son is not sick, could it be that he is really haunted by evil ghosts?" ”

"It's a ghost, a ghost, a ghost, so tell me, where is the ghost?" Pang An glared at the old monk angrily, took a breath, and clenched his fists, "No matter what kind of demons and monsters it is, I will definitely save Chengkong." ”

The old monk took a deep breath, looked calm, picked up the wooden bowl on the table unhurriedly, and gently flicked the bowl with his fingers.

Suddenly, only a "buzzing" sound was heard, echoing through the room, making people's ears tingle.

"What's going on?" Pang An shook his head, rubbed his ears, and said, "You...... What kind of tricks are you playing? ”

The old monk still ignored him, staring at Lu Chengkong who was lying on the bed. His eyes kept beating as the "buzzing" sound wafted back and forth through the room.

"Bearing the air...... Chengkong is awake! Pang An hurriedly threw himself on the side of the bed and clenched Lu Chengkong's hands, but he felt cold to the bones and had lost his elasticity.

Lu Chengkong was already confused, and he seemed to have risen to a height of ten thousand feet. The body has no gravity and floats in the wind...... But suddenly, he was grabbed by a hand and pulled back to the ground alive. At this moment, he couldn't open his eyes, but he could smell the familiar smell of sweat on Pang An's body, and he couldn't help sighing: "I didn't think about it...... I, Lu Chengkong, traveled back to ancient times and became a vegetative person. Can't speak, can't move...... It's better to just die...... Please, don't toss me anymore. Pang An, let go of your dirty hands......"

Pang An shouted twice, and seeing that Lu Chengkong still couldn't open his eyes, he said, "Master, please save him!" ”

The old monk glanced at Pang An and motioned for him to be quiet. After carefully looking at Lu Chengkong for a while, he kept shaking his head.

Lu Liang saw that the old monk shook his head, his chest was stuffy, his voice trembled a little, and asked, "Master, is my son ...... Is it really hopeless? ”

The old monk was stunned for a while, but he stopped talking.

Lu Liang was so anxious that he lost his previous composure, and said: "Master, if you have something to say, it doesn't hurt to say it, as long as you can save my son, I, Lu Liang, am willing to die!" ”

The old monk glanced at Lu Chengkong again and asked, "Donor, are you sure that this person is really your son?" ”

Pang An was anxious for a moment, and said, "Master, this person must be empty." I grew up with him since I was a child, will I still admit my mistakes? "As he spoke, he pointed to a scar on Lu Chengkong's calf and said, this is the injury I suffered when I was playing with him when I was a child, I can't be wrong!"

Lu Liang looked resolute and said, "How can I, Lu Liang, not even know my own son?" Master, this man is indeed my son. ”

"The Buddha is above, and the disciples don't know whether it's right or wrong." The old monk was not half surprised by the two of them's answers, turned around slightly, faced Lu Chengkong, folded his hands, sighed, and said, "That's it, since your divine consciousness has fallen here, this is the place where you should come." ”

"Divine sense?" Pang An looked puzzled, but he still asked, but was stopped by the old monk raising his hand.

"Donor, the poor monks will do their best. But whether he can survive or not is all up to providence. ”

Lu Liang clenched his fists with both hands, his eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth and said respectfully: "Thank you, master, if you can save my son, Lu Liang will not be rewarded in this life!" ”

"Success or failure is only three days."

Pang An had no choice but to believe it, and said, "Master, what kind of herbs do you need, you just ask." ”

"All you need is clean water."

Pang An rolled up his cuffs and was about to run around, but when he heard this, he said in disbelief: "It's just ...... Just water? Master, are you saying that only using water and nothing else is needed to save Chengkong? ”

"That's right." The old monk glanced at the two of them and said slowly: "Water, I want the mountain spring water in the south." Purified water needs to be taken three times a day in the morning, noon and evening. ”

Pang An and Lu Liang glanced at each other, how could they believe that just using water could save Lu Chengkong?

The old monk saw the worries of the two and said, "Amitabha, two donors, you know that water is the root of all things and can carry everything in the world of sampa. Everything is inseparable from water, and people are inseparable from water. ”

"Okay, I'll go!" Although Pang An was still skeptical, he still followed the old monk's words, took his wooden bowl, and ran wildly towards the mountains to the south.

Lu Chengkong was lying on the bed, his heart was helpless, and he said secretly: "Water can cure diseases, so what's the use of doctors?" You've been deceived once, and you've been deceived a second time...... This time, it's the eighth time, and it's tormented me eight times! That's stupid......"

When Pang An called the mountain spring water, the old monk put the wooden bowl to the head of the bed and said to the two: "Two donors, please wait outside the door." ”

"I'm not going out!" Pang An panted, not worried about the old monk alone, but he was still pulled out of the door by Lu Liang.

In the room, only the old monk and Lu Chengkong were left.

The old monk sat cross-legged with his hands flat in front of his abdomen, his right hand on top of his left hand, and his two thumbs connected, posing for the 'Meditation Seal'. Then, it was as if it had settled down.

"What is the old monk doing?" Pang An looked at the old monk motionless through the crack in the door, a little anxious, and frowned. These days, the doctor has also seen it, the folk master has also been invited, and now the monk has come again, and he has lost his confidence.

"Don't talk." Although Lu Liang was also anxious, when he looked at the old monk meditating, he only felt that a clear breath was constantly surging towards him, and his heart was inexplicably calm.

Just a moment later, the old monk slowly opened his eyes, kept changing his gestures, and sometimes touched the ground with his right finger; Sometimes the arms are bent and raised in front of the chest, and the fingers are naturally relaxed; Sometimes the fingers hang down naturally, and the palms are outward.

At the same time, the sutra was recited in a low voice.

Every word in the old monk's mouth, Lu Chengkong couldn't understand it. But strange to say, when the sound of chanting spilled on my body, I felt an ethereal feeling, as if I had no weight, as if I didn't exist......

If it doesn't exist, there will be no pain, no trouble, no thoughts...... Breathe and just like that, it becomes calm.

As the old monk continued to chant the scriptures, the mountain spring water in the wooden bowl trembled slightly with the rhythm.

"Alright."

When Lu Liang and Pang An rushed into the house, the old monk said, "Feed him this water and drink it." ”

Pang An picked up the wooden bowl and looked at the water inside carefully, it was no different, and then looked back at Lu Liang. Since the two of them didn't see whether the old monk had done anything to the water, they still couldn't make up their minds.

"I'll feed you." Lu Liang picked up Lu Chengkong slightly, opened his mouth, and slowly sent the water in.