Chapter Forty-Eight: Every Man Has His Life

When the young man in white heard this, he was extremely worried that the young man in front of him might never return, so he trembled, his eyes suddenly opened, and he seemed to use his last strength to grab Xia Fan's shirt, and said with difficulty: "Young master, help... Help me, please... Please. ”

His black robe was soaked by the young man's bloody hands, Xia Fan was not annoyed, but as soon as he turned around, he was instantly touched by the strong desire to survive in his eyes, and held the hand of the young man in white tightly, only to feel that his hand was extremely cold, without any temperature, he was startled, and covered it hotter, and then slowly put it down, Xia Fan said solemnly: "Brother, don't worry, I will definitely come back." ”

When the young man in white heard this, he still refused to let go, but Xia Fan didn't dare to be verbose, for fear that after a while, this person would really die.

Hurriedly returned the same way to find Gao Wenshan.

And Gao Wenshan was also wondering, why didn't Xia Fan come back for so long, and was about to get up to look for it.

I only heard a rush of "da-da-da" footsteps, as if someone was galloping towards me. Gao Wenshan got up suddenly, his nerves tensed up suddenly, and he said with a wry smile: "Cultivation is falling, and I can't use my divine sense, I'm really not used to it." ”

But seeing Xia Fan rushing out of a cluster of bushes, Gao Wenshan breathed a sigh of relief and blamed him loudly: "Running so fast, did you meet any monsters?"

Xia Fan only thought about the young man in white in his heart, and without saying a word, he pulled up Gao Wenshan and ran, Gao Wenshan said suspiciously: "What happened?" Xia Fan shouted as he ran: "It's important to save people, master." ”

Gao Wenshan was a little puzzled and said, "Who to save?" Xia Fan said: "Alone." Gao Wenshan didn't ask any more questions in desperation, the master and apprentice ran fast, and after a while, they came to the young man in white.

When Gao Wenshan saw the young man in white, he was shocked when he carefully examined the young man's injuries. Xia Fan said eagerly: "Master, how is he? Is he dead? Is there still salvation?" Gao Wenshan said quietly: "He has fainted now, but he is not far from death." Then he turned around and was about to leave.

Xia Fan was startled, grabbed Gao Wenshan and shouted, "Master, why are you going, hurry up and save people." ”

Gao Wenshan said coldly: "I don't know him, why do you want to save him?"

Xia Fan hurriedly said: "Master, what's wrong if you don't know it? Why don't you save it? This is a person." ”

Gao Wenshan said with a smile: "First of all, I have no reason to save him, and second, I can't save him." ”

Xia Fan was surprised: "How much is he injured?"

Gao Wenshan shook his head and said: "This person is a monk of the Water Dao, and his kidney has been removed, not to mention that his cultivation is lost, his injuries are still too serious, and I can't save him with my current cultivation." ”

Xia Fan knew that the kidney belonged to water, and he also knew that the kidney was the key point of the water monk, and thought that this person should be hopeless.

Although Xia Fan was unwilling, he also knew that it would be useless.

With a long sigh, he said, "Everyone has a life." ”

Gao Wenshan said: "Let's go, I have lost a kidney, and my cultivation is gone, what else can I save?"

When Xia Fan heard this, he became excited for a moment, and thought: "Lost a kidney? Is there another one?" At this time, he unexpectedly remembered the kidney transplant in the TV series, and said in surprise: "If you lose your cultivation, you will lose it, and your life is important! I remember that a person can live with only one kidney, isn't it, master?"

Gao Wenshan was angry and funny, and said leisurely: "The monk lost his cultivation and was like..."

Xia Fan hurriedly said: "Like what?"

Gao Wenshan remembered that Xia Fan still didn't understand the superficial truth that cultivation was more important to the monk's life, and since he didn't understand it now, he wouldn't let him understand it again in the future. smiled slightly, and said: "It's like unloading a thousand pounds of burden, it's very comfortable." ”

Xia Fan nodded and said, "Also, if a person doesn't have that much ability, he won't fight and kill, and he will live a very easy life, how good." ”

Gao Wenshan smiled, thinking that something was almost bad, and asked tentatively: "What do you think those monks who have committed the most heinous crimes should be treated?" Xia Fan pondered for a while and asked, "What does the master think it should be?"

Gao Wenshan suddenly remembered that Qian Zhengguang came, snorted coldly, and said lightly: "Of course it is killed, there is no need for such a person to live in the world."

Xia Fan's heart sank, and he said, "Isn't it okay to abolish their cultivation and leave them alive?"

Gao Wenshan smiled but didn't answer, just nodded. What Gao Wenshan wants is that as long as Xia Fan always adheres to this kind of thinking, he will not understand what cultivation means to the monks, no matter how much others say, he will never understand again, and in the future, Xia Fan will avenge him, he can take revenge, make a wish, and do not have to argue with Xia Fan, isn't it beautiful?

Gao Wenshan thought that he couldn't dwell on this matter, knowing that his apprentice was a kind person, and what he wanted was kindness like Xia Fan, so he deliberately changed the topic and said in surprise: "You kid really knows a lot! But even if he has one kidney left to live, it's not worth saving him." ”

Xia Fan was not happy at the time, pouted and said: "How can it not be worth it?" A person's life is only once, life is the most precious thing, I often hear my grandfather say, 'Sweeping the floor is afraid of hurting the life of ants, cherishing the moth gauze lamp and saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, master, do you say this is the reason?"

Gao Wenshan seemed to be smiling, and seeing that Xia Fan had a lot of reasoning, he said helplessly: "Okay, then you can save him." ”

Xia Fan was overjoyed, but he didn't know how to start, he was confused, and hurriedly asked, "Master." Tell me how I can save him, right?"

Gao Wenshan smiled slightly, and said: "It's simple to save him, I'll go find some herbs, help him stop the bleeding when the time comes, and then give him some spiritual power, whether he can live at that time depends on whether his own life is hard or not." After speaking, Gao Wenshan didn't ink, turned around and went to find herbs, leaving Xia Fan alone to stay by the young man in white. Smelling the smell of blood, I began to get used to it.

Xia Fan looked at the handsome young man in front of him, sighed, and said, "Alas, I don't know who hurt you like this... It's too ruthless. Then he sat cross-legged on the grass.

Xia Fan waited boredly for a while, and didn't dare to move the young man in white, after a long time, he saw Gao Wenshan coming covered in dust, but he was holding a few lilac grasses that Xia Fan had never seen before, one grass only had two leaves, and the color was extremely beautiful.

Xia Fan Gao Wenshan was a little embarrassed, and said worriedly: "Master, why did you do this?"

Gao Wenshan said: "Although this purple cloud grass is common, it is very effective in stopping bleeding and healing, but it grows on the cliff, and it took a lot of effort to pick it just now." ”

Xia Fan nodded. Said: "Master, how to do it?"

Gao Wenshan took out two purple cloud grasses and handed them to Xia Fan, saying, "Chew it and put it on the wound for this person." ”

Xia Fan took it and said in his heart: "Why don't you chew it? Why do you let me do anything..."

Although I thought this in my heart, I didn't dare to say it directly. In desperation, Xia Fan just put the purple cloud grass in his mouth, and in just a moment, the whole mouth was filled with an indescribable bitter taste, Xia Fan's eyes widened, staring at Gao Wenshan, and he was very angry.