Time flies, and three years have passed in a blink of an eye

On the street in the corner of the western city of the imperial capital, with the passage of these years, Wang Lin's shop has become a little more famous, and there are many more people who come to buy wood carvings, and many of them are cultivators.

In comparison, Chen Xiaoming's medical hall is the same as three years ago, although the business is much better, but it is more among mortals.

However, Chen Xiaoming didn't care about these, and he didn't have the heart to compare, he always had a peaceful mentality, without any change, what he wanted was a mortal mentality, to understand the life of a mortal, to feel the reincarnation of heaven, the cycle of cause and effect, and the medical hall was just a tool for him to comprehend the way of heaven.

Spring goes to autumn, the sun and the moon alternate, Chen Xiaoming practices medical treatment, but he has seen more birth, old age, sickness and death, some diseases can be cured, he will heal them, and some diseases can not be cured, Chen Xiaoming also shook his head and sighed.

In the past three years, he has been accustomed to life and death, but Chen Xiaoming has become more and more aware of the helplessness of mortals.

However, the more he realized, the more emotional Chen Xiaoming's heart became.

In the past three years, he has forgotten the system, forgotten his cultivation, and his cultivation has always been at the peak of his cultivation, and he has not improved again.

Even if it is the origin of blood and the origin of time, Chen Xiaoming spends less and less time on it to comprehend.

"Squeak."

Pushing open the door of the medical hall again, Chen Xiaoming at this moment looks a little more stable than three years ago, and his handsome face has left traces of time, but there is a gap compared to three years ago.

"Doctor Chen, my old mother is dying, you can go and help take a look."

As soon as the door opened, a figure hurriedly came not far away, looking to be forty or fifty years old, wearing a gray linen cloth with a few patches on it. The middle-aged man's eyes were eager, tears kept dripping, and he grabbed Chen Xiaoming's hand, and with a bit of dirt in his palm, he directly stained Chen Xiaoming's clothes.

"Wait a minute."

Chen Xiaoming broke free, got up and returned to the medical hall, picked up the medicine box, and ran out directly.

"Let's go, lead the way."

The middle-aged man showed joy on his face, wiped tears from the corners of his eyes, led the way directly in front of him, and ran towards one place.

On the streets in the early morning, many people had already gotten up early and were busy, looking at Chen Xiaoming who was hurrying away with the medical box at this moment, with a look of admiration and respect in his eyes.

In the past three years, Chen Xiaoming has become famous on this street by relying on his medical skills, and more importantly, he is willing to provide free medical treatment for those poor people and leave virtues.

In the shop next to the medical hall, Wang Lin pushed open the door and glanced at the figure who hurried away, with depth and solemnity in his eyes.

When he saw him three years ago, Wang Lin didn't think that the other party had really embarked on the same path as himself, the road of mortality.

Chen Xiaoming's cultivation, he couldn't see through it, but Wang Lin knew that the other party was definitely a monk above the god transformation stage, and his strength was terrifying and abnormal, such a monk had already comprehended his own artistic conception, why did he still turn mortal?

Wang Lin didn't understand, but Chen Xiaoming was the only person Wang Lin had ever seen who walked the same path as himself.

All the way west, Chen Xiaoming followed behind the middle-aged man, ran for nearly a stick of incense, and finally came to a dilapidated wooden house, with a big hole in the wooden roof, dripping with water droplets from the previous night.

Stepping into the wooden house, I saw a white-haired old man lying on a wooden bed, with a pile of tattered clothes on his body, and a small puddle was smashed by the water droplets dripping from the roof on the ground next to the bed.

"Mother, Dr. Chen is here."

The middle-aged man ran over in one step, grabbed the old man's hand, and shouted excitedly.

Chen Xiaoming glanced at it, stepped on the puddle under his feet, put the medical box on the mud ground on the side, and put one hand on the old man's wrist.

"Huh?"

With a frown, the old woman's pulse was weak, and her breath was like a gossamer, but at this moment, she only held back her breath and persevered until now.

"Doctor Chen, my mother?"

Looking at the silent Chen Xiaoming, the middle-aged man's heart couldn't help sinking, tears welled up in his eyes, and he grabbed the old woman tightly with both hands, as if he was afraid that he would lose it in the next second.

Chen Xiaoming sighed lightly, his right hand was silent on his pulse, shook his head, got up and stood aside, and gave up his position.

What mortal diseases can't be saved, but what Chen Xiaoming wants to understand is that mortal life, birth, old age, sickness and death, the world is impermanent, and he can't be forced.

"Mother!"

The middle-aged man cried loudly, the man didn't flick his tears, but he didn't get to the sad place, his hands tightly grasped the old woman's right hand, and a head was against his hand, and he was deeply powerless to blame himself.

"Son, don't cry, I can see you again before leaving, my mother is satisfied."

The old woman's face returned to light, a trembling voice came out, and her left hand was raised to touch the middle-aged man's face, with a satisfied look on her face.

Chen Xiaoming was silently silent, there was only so much he could do.

"Mother!"

Exclaimed, the middle-aged man looked at such a scene, slightly stunned, but he also understood the return of the light before death, and couldn't help but shed tears on his clothes, hugged the old woman, and hugged each other.

"Son.... Ah.....h

With the intermittent sound of words, the old woman finally left contentedly in the arms of the middle-aged man.

Chen Xiaoming didn't bother, gently picked up the medical box and turned to leave.

When he stepped out of the wooden house, Chen Xiaoming took a deep breath, and in the past three years, he has seen a lot of such a scene.

The separation of life and death between mortals, the cycle of cause and effect, has its own definite number.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are part of his understanding of the way of heaven and the understanding of cause and effect, even if he uses the technique of defying the sky to help the other party delay his life for a few years, then in the end, this person still can't escape reincarnation.

"Ugh."

Sighing slightly, Chen Xiaoming glanced at the road he said, the road back was a little heavier, the doctor was benevolent, and it was no longer clear to him whether it was right or wrong.

It didn't take long for Chen Xiaoming to return to the medical hall, take off his outer clothes, put on a new one, and lay down on the chair again.

It's just that this time, he didn't have the usual tranquility, but more dignified.

His eyes were slightly closed, and Chen Xiaoming's heart was full of thoughts, and he saw more scenes of life and death, and life seemed to be a big dream for Chen Xiaoming.

Open your eyes, close your eyes, from birth to departure, decades of life are just like a big dream.

The reincarnation of heaven, the cycle of cause and effect, a little clarity flashed in Chen Xiaoming's mind, as if he had realized something, but he had not realized anything.

Shaking his head slightly, he smiled bitterly, and his muttered words were a little helpless, and finally turned into a sigh.

"Alas!"