Chongming Peak, Medicine Valley

Buddha Yankong walked on the edge of the bed, no matter what kind of injury the martial artist suffered, under the light of Cihang Baoguang, he could reap immediate results, and the surrounding doctors looked at Yankong with an expression that was even more fanatical after probing the injury.

Yankong still has that expression of neither sadness nor joy, as if he is traveling around the world's divine residence, walking through the wards of the Medicine Valley.

After a short time, he came to the outside of Wen Ruolan's ward, and before he could enter, he heard the conversation between the patient and the doctor inside.

"Sister Wen, my back hurts a lot, help me rub it. ”

"Smack~" There was a light pat, and the female doctor smiled: "What is the name of the little ghost, my age is more than enough to be your mother, what kind of sister." And your spine, wrapped in the innate qi of the two people, is slightly numb at most, how can it be painful. ”

"Oh, sister, don't fight. The young male voice exaggeratedly exclaimed: "It's the kid who said wrong, it's not pain, it's numb, itchy, sister help me scratch it." ”

A prodigal and frivolous young man, smiling outside the door, shook his head helplessly and entered the ward.

A young man who was only fourteen or fifteen years old was lying on the hotbed naked, pointing at his lower back, and turning his head to the female doctor with a face full of flattery.

The female medical officer had a helpless expression, stretched out her hand, and was about to hit the young man's back, and with the entry of Yankong, the two who were still laughing just now were in a panic.

The female medical officer Wen Ruolan withdrew her hand, her face flushed a little blush, and the topless little boy pulled a long shirt over his back with a face full of shame, and said angrily to the visitor: "You monk is so unruly, the ward broke in without even saying hello, if you startle the doctor and delay the treatment, can you afford it!?"

Wen Ruolan saw Tang Xing scolding at the Buddha Ziyankong, and when she landed, her face was pale, and she hurriedly reprimanded: "Xiaoxing, stop talking, this is the Buddha of Wuxiang Zen Temple, he is the holy hand of medicine, he is here to heal injuries and diseases, don't be rude!"

After reprimanding Tang Xing, he hurriedly apologized to Yankong: "Xiaoxing is young and ignorant, he has never seen the Holy Son Tianyan, and the Buddha has a lot, don't be like him." ”

What kind of character is the Buddha of Wuxiang Zen Temple, at least the Zen master of the Yizhou sect in the future, and with the peerless qualification of cultivating the Heart Sutra without suffering and silence, he may become one of the Buddhas of the Quartet in a hundred years.

Such a character, don't say that the words collide, that is, the lack of rational numbers is a kind of blasphemy, Wen Ruolan at this moment is worried, for fear that the young and vigorous Tang Xing will be punished for this.

But Yankong's attitude was very surprising, after listening to Tang Xing's words, he didn't get angry, he just shook his head lightly towards Wen Ruolan, and waved a Cihang treasure light on Tang Xing's body, which was no different from what he did in other wards.

Baoguang came suddenly, Tang Xing's lower body couldn't move, and although he asked "What are you going to do", he was still illuminated by Baoguang.

Since Cihang Baoguang is a Zen Shenzang, it must have the effect of concentrating and calming the mind, with the arrival of Baoguang, the emotions of shame and anger were dispelled, Tang Xing felt the Zen in Cihang Baoguang, and was stunned.

He put the index finger of his left hand straight up, his right fist on the index finger, and his thumb opposite it, forming a vajra mudra.

The Cihang treasure light injected into the sky and the Gengjin innate qi left in his body by Tang Luo were guided by the Vajra seal at the same time, fused with each other, and the Vajra seal had an effect, and a Vajra Phantom of the Dharma Protector appeared behind him, and there was infinite compassion hidden in the eyes of the angry eyes, isn't it an arhat, the golden Sanskrit Buddha chanted and shone on the entire ward in an instant, and the sacred Buddha light made people can't help but want to bow and worship.

Tang Xing didn't expect such a change in the Vajra Seal, and the rash withdrawal of the innate qi that surrounded the spine caused a sharp pain to come from the injury.

The pain was too violent, Tang Xing subconsciously wanted to cover the injury with his hand, and the unconsciously formed vajra seal dispersed.

As the vajra seal dissipated, the phantom of the arhat dissipated, and Gengjin's innate qi also returned to the seriously injured lower back, coupled with the effect of Cihang Baoguang's concentration and clarity, it almost made Tang Xing think that what was just an illusion just now.

But Wen Ruolan's stunned and Yankong's shocked expressions were telling him that everything just now was true.

The little guy of the optimistic faction didn't think about cause and effect at all, just looked at the shocked appearance of the two, and secretly said in his heart: "Well... The master is really powerful, and he has suppressed all the Buddhas. ”

Yankong couldn't have imagined that he was just invited to come to the Medicine Valley to treat the wounded, and he could encounter such a miracle, and even found a spirit child who was related to the Buddha.

He fixed his eyes on Tang Xing, his lips were red and his teeth were white, and the young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes was extremely handsome, and at the age of fourteen or five, it was undoubtedly extremely qualified to represent his family to participate in the Young Martial Arts Exchange Conference in Wusheng Mountain, plus the miracle he showed after Cihang Baoguang Jia just now.

"Patriarch, is this where the disciple's fate lies?"

That's right, this is the heir to the mantle he was looking for, the reincarnation of the spirit child!

At this moment, Yankong suddenly opened up, and even Tang Xing's bad habits found a reasonable explanation, although this person is the heir of his mantle, but he is riddled with emotional obstacles, and his desire covers his soul, how can he be willing to take refuge, maybe this is the test that the Buddha wants to give him.

If you can't do it, you can't do it, but it's also because your own cultivation is insufficient, and the fate is not enough, and you have to wait for the fate to come when you rebuild the Heart Sutra without suffering.

Yankong smiled, this was the first time he had shown a smile since he left the temple, and for a while, the entire ward was bright.

"Uh... This monk looks good when he laughs. Tang Xing looked at the smiling Buddha and muttered praise.

If it was just now, maybe Yankong would think that this was just a stubborn frivolous boy, but after determining that this was his spirit child, he felt that this was a first-class qualification of true insight, and he didn't think it was a pestle at all, but smiled and said: "Little donor, you have a fate with my Buddha." ”

Quiet...

"What are you kidding!" Tang Xing was shocked, even if Yankong Yi's spirit skill came over, he would not be so gaffe, but in the face of such a sentence, he jumped to his feet in a hurry, if it wasn't for the fact that his injuries were too serious to move, he would definitely bounce away like a praying mantis.

But at this time, he couldn't move, but he didn't prevent him from waving with both hands, and he refused again and again: "No, no, no, the master must have been wrong, the kid is lazy and hardworking, greedy for flowers and lustful, and he can't open his mouth from Xiaoyi to reach out for food, and he can't bear a little hardship or a little sin." Not to mention the gods and Buddhas, even when worshipping the ancestors, they are drowsy, the master must have seen it wrong!"

Wen Ruolan burst out laughing, she had never seen such a young man Tianjiao, in order to refuse the invitation of the Buddha, he actually ruined himself like this.

I thought it was just a sweet-mouthed little boy, but now that I think about it, I'm a little pervert, no wonder it's sweet to be called a sister.