The old monk instructed: "Huijing, go and get the needle for the teacher." Huiming, go get a basin of hot water. "Yes, Master." The two of them took the order and went.

After a while, Huijing held a rectangular copper box decorated with a simple texture and handed it to the old monk, saying, "Master, your needle." ”

The old monk sat cross-legged on the bed, then helped the young man to sit down, put his knees against the young man's waist, and then took the copper box and placed it horizontally on his lap. Open the copper box, nine moxibustion needles are lined up side by side, divided into gluttonous needles, round needles, Kun needles, sharp needles, round sharp needles, milli needles, long needles, and large needles. In all forms, all of them are available.

At this time, Huiming called hot water, brought it to the bed, the old monk washed his hands in the basin, and said, "Put the hot water in front of him, and you two will wait outside the door." ”

After the two left, the old monk took a needle from the copper box and pierced it into the Baihui acupoint on the top of the person's head, as well as the Fengmen, Shinto, Lingtai, Qihai and other acupoints on the back. Then he carried the supreme Xuangong, constantly slapped the person's back, pushed the palace to invigorate the blood, and finally put his palms against the person's back. Half an hour later, white air rose from the top of the man's head, and sweat began to break out from his body. An hour later, the old monk reached a critical juncture, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. Suddenly, the old monk pushed his palms towards the man, and the man leaned forward and spat out a mouthful of black blood, which was being spit into the copper basin in front of him, and then spit out two more mouthfuls of blood.

The old monk held the man and gently put him on the bed and lay him down. At this time, although the man's eyes were still closed, he was already breathing faintly, and his face was a little ruddy.

The old monk shouted, "Huijing, Huiming, come in." ”

An hour is just a snap of a finger for the old monk, but for Huijing and Huiming, who are waiting outside, it is like a long time, so when the old monk called them in, both of them rushed in impatiently.

The old monk said with a little tiredness: "Okay, you two will guard him from now on, if he wakes up, come and tell me." With that, the old monk walked out of the meditation room to the main hall to meditate.

In this way, Huijing and Huiming almost stayed in front of this person's bed.

In the early morning of the third day, Hui Ming was napping on the only table of eight immortals in the meditation room, when he faintly heard a faint voice shouting: "Water...... Shui ......" Hui Ming woke up suddenly, walked two steps quickly, and came to the man's approach, and found that the man's eyes were still closed, but the shout was indeed in the mouth of the man. Huiming hurriedly picked up the teapot on the table, poured a bowl of water, held it in front of the man with both hands, and said, "Donor, give you water." ”

"Donor, donor." Hui Ming held the water in one hand and shook the person on the bed with the other. The man suddenly didn't react again.

Huiming had no idea for a while, put down the bowl, and ran out to call his senior brother Huijing. After discussing with the two, it was decided that one person would be responsible for priing that person's teeth with chopsticks, and the other would be responsible for irrigating the water. And just like that, a bowl of water was poured into the man's mouth.

"Ahem...... cough cough ......" The water was urgent, and the man coughed for a while, and slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing that catches my eye is a little monk with a delicate face, and next to the little monk stands a slightly chubby little little monk with a simple face.

"Senior brother, senior brother, he's awake!" I only heard the handsome-faced little monk shouting excitedly.

"I'll tell the master." The older monk ran out.

That delicate-looking little monk is naturally Huiming.

The man struggled to remember, and Hui Ming hurriedly said, "Don't move, don't move." Do you still want to drink water? ”

The man shook his head slightly and asked, "Little Master, who are you?" Where am I? ”

Huiming clasped his hands together and said solemnly: "Amitabha, poor monk Huiming, donor, you are now in our temple." ”

The man struggled to remember, and his last memory was that he was submerged in the sea, and the sea poured into his body.

"Am I alive?" The man asked.

Huiming peeked at the person in front of him, and said in his heart: Of course you are alive, but it is possible that you are still in hell. He replied, "Donor, it was my master who saved you." ”

The man wondered, "Your master?" ”

At this moment, the old monk led Huijing into the meditation room quickly, came to the front of the person, saw the person wake up, put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, good, good!" The donor finally woke up. ”

When the man saw the fat monk in front of him, standing in front of him like a mountain of meat, he said in his heart: This is probably the master in the mouth of the little monk, he saved my life. Thinking about it, he wanted to get up and salute, and said, "Master, thank you for saving your life!" ”。 The old monk hurriedly stopped and said, "Donor, you can't get out of bed for the time being, and you still need to stay in bed to recuperate for a while." The monks are not bound by vulgar etiquette, and the old man understands it. ”

The old monk continued: "Donor, you must be hungry. There is porridge and rice in the temple, if the donor does not dislike it, the old man will let the apprentice prepare. ”

The man nodded slightly.

After a while, Huiming brought a bowl of white porridge, two steamed buns, and a plate of boiled tofu and cabbage. The man sat down reluctantly against the wall with Huiqing's support.

The man was obviously hungry and devoured it. The old monk watched with a smile on the side, and the two little monks were also young people after all, snickering and whispering on the side.

In a few moments, the man ate his meal cleanly. After eating, the man's spirit was a little better, and he said, "Thank you, Master!" ”

The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, good, good!" The old man will not disturb the donor's rest, and we will talk about what to say when the donor is ready. If you need it in these days, please just instruct these two disciples of the old man, Huijing and Huiming. It's the snubbing of coarse tea and light rice, Amitabha! With that, he led Huijing and Huiming out of the meditation room.

After the old monk left, the man looked around at the meditation room. The heart said: This house is really worthy of the name of "four walls". Aside from the bed he was lying on now, there was only a table and a chair. The walls around it have also turned a dull yellow. It seems that being a monk is really hard. And these monks, especially the old monk, spoke so strangely and chewed the words.