Zhao Ailong seemed to have something really urgent, and after explaining, he hurriedly drove away and left Ding Xiaocong.

There are only two brothers and sisters in the Zhao family, and after inviting Ding Xiaocong into the house, Zhao Aihua silently lit a fire in the stove to cook.

Ding Xiaocong sat on a chair at the door, looked at the village, listened to the villagers' accented Mandarin, and had the illusion that he had not gone abroad at all, but went to the countryside.

Zhao Aihua looks very simple, in China, she is an ordinary country girl, hardworking, kind and quiet. She cooks alone, she has to cook and add firewood, she looks very busy, and her face is stained with pot ash.

Smelling the fragrance of rice that gradually emanated, Ding Xiaocong suddenly felt homesick again and missed his relatives......

At the same time, a large airport in the south of Huaxia.

In the spacious and bright waiting room, there are several monks sitting around, all of them are dressed in costumes, wearing robes, and the leading big monk is still holding a vajra demon pestle in his hand. In the midst of them lay a cart with a box wrapped in bright yellow brocade.

The monks seemed to be guarding the box, and around them stood a number of staff members in suits and white gloves, surrounding them and keeping them from approaching.

The passengers waiting for the plane whispered and talked about it, wondering what the origin of these monks who were under key protection was. Among them, a man with a Buddhist bead seemed to know the inside story, and whispered to others: "These are the senior monks of Nanhua Temple, they are escorting the Buddha bone relics to the Golden Dragon Temple in T country!" ”

Hearing that the box actually contained Buddha bone relics, the surrounding travelers were shocked, whether they believed in Buddhism or not, they all bowed to the box from afar, and even the ignorant young children were pressed and kowtowed.

This is a Buddha bone relic, the treasure of Buddhism!

The great monks seemed to have heard everything around them, and still recited the scriptures silently with their eyes closed.

Everyone's attention was on the Buddha bone relics, and no one noticed that at the door of the waiting hall, a petite figure wearing a cloak walked over, seemingly holding something in his arms, bulging.

"Hey, please take the security check." The staff hurriedly shouted after him, but the man didn't listen at all, and strode towards the monks.

On the periphery of the monks, the people who came were caught by the security guards and staff, and the security captain shouted in a deep voice: "Don't approach!" ”

"Let this benefactor in." The staff was about to expel him, and there was a low Buddha number behind him, and when he looked back, the great Zen master who had been ignoring the outside world opened his eyes and paused the vajra demon pestle in his hand.

"Master Gu Yue." The person who came shouted, and the voice was clear, and it seemed to be a young girl.

Next, this person lifted the cloak that covered his head and face, and it was really a young girl, who was born very good-looking, and it turned out to be Jiang Bai. In her arms, the pupils curled up in a ball, as if they were sleeping, and after hearing the voice of the old monk Guyue, she jumped down with a low roar and drilled through the cracks.

The onlookers were in an uproar, although they were all ordinary people, they could also see that this little leopard was full of spirituality and was extremely unusual.

Master Gu Yue gently touched the top of the head of the pupil with his hand, turned to Jiang Bai and gave a Buddha salute, and said slowly: "These two donors are our Demon Subduing King Kong, the Buddha treasure guard, please come over." ”

Since Master Gu Yue said this, the others stopped stopping and let Jiang Bai walk in.

Jiang Bai came to the inner circle, sat down cross-legged beside the Buddha bone relic, slowly closed his eyes, and soon entered a state of forgetting about things and me.

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It was dark, after eating a peasant meal, Ding Xiaocong went to bed early, it was very underdeveloped, there was no entertainment at night, and even if he had it, he didn't have the heart to do it now.

Sister Xiaolan crossed her pillow, looking at the moonlight outside the window, digesting the eggs she had just eaten.

Just when Ding Xiaocong was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, there was a sudden noise in the village, and many people were talking loudly, mixed with messy footsteps.

Ding Xiaocong frowned, in such a mountain village, few people go out collectively at night, judging from their panicked tones, it seems that something is wrong.

There was a sound of the door opening outside, and Zhao Aihua walked out, just in time to see a large group of people hurrying outside the village.

"What's going on?" Zhao Aihua hurriedly asked.

The people stopped, and one of the women cried, "Teacher Zhao, my Xiaohong suddenly fell ill, and we sent her to Laojie to see a doctor." ”

Zhao Aihua is a teacher at Qingkang Primary School, and this Xiaohong happens to be her student, so she quickly separated the crowd when she heard this.

By the moonlight, the little girl, who was only seven or eight years old, had a pale face, dark blue lips, and wide open eyes, but could only see the whites of her eyes, her mouth was open and closed, and her body was stiff and straight.

Zhao Aihua also knows a little bit about medicine, but she has never seen such a strange and terrifying situation, and when she saw it at first glance, she was so frightened that she took a step back.

Behind him was held up, and when he looked back, it was the young guest from home.

Ding Xiaocong was woken up by the sound of a voice, and hurriedly ran out, and also saw the little girl's strange symptoms, and his brows immediately furrowed.

"Don't send it to the hospital, it's too late!" Seeing that those people were about to carry the little girl away again, Ding Xiaocong hurriedly stopped him.

Those villagers began to communicate loudly with Zhao Aihua in their native accents, they were very eager, and the speed of speech was very fast, Ding Xiaocong couldn't understand it, so he simply opened his eyes and watched carefully.

After some exchanges, Zhao Aihua asked Ding Xiaocong, "They asked, are you a doctor?" ”

When he opened his eyes, Ding Xiaocong's face was indescribably ugly, he shook his head and said, "I'm not a doctor, but her doctor can't cure her illness, I can, quickly carry people into the house." ”

As she spoke, the girl's body became tighter and tighter, and she had already begun to pump. The child's mother sat on the ground and cried in a hurry.

Seeing that those people were at a loss, Ding Xiaocong was anxious, so he simply got his hands on his own, picked up the little girl and ran back to the house.

Turning on the lamp in the hall, under the lamp was the big table for eating, Ding Xiaocong took out one hand, swept away all the things on the table with a "bang", and then put the girl on it.

Behind him there was a messy footstep, and all the people followed, supporting the woman who was already crying uncontrollably, and the little girl's condition looked very frightening, and everyone thought that it was probably not possible.

"What's wrong with Little Red?" Zhao Aihua asked eagerly.

Ding Xiaocong's subordinates didn't stop, he turned the girl into a prone position, then grabbed the back collar and pulled it, tore off a tattered shirt, exposing the vertebrae, and then stretched out a finger to point at the vertebrae, and probed from the bottom up.

"She's intrigued." Ding Xiaocong replied casually, pointed his finger at the back of the girl's cervical vertebrae, stopped suddenly, and shouted: "Found it, hurry up and go to the house to get my bag!" ”