Ding Ermiao nodded, but did not rush to see the patient, but stared at the aunt's face and looked repeatedly.
"Xiaodao Chief, it's not me who is sick, it's my daughter, she's in the car, please take a look."
The aunt in the city said with a crying voice.
"I know" Ding Ermiao looked at the aunt and said, "Look at your face, you are a rich person, how could you be alone and take your daughter to the mountains to see a doctor" "This daughter was ghosted, and I heard in the city that there is a three-poor Taoist chief here who is very powerful, so I brought my daughter here.
I was worried that this matter would have a bad impact on my daughter, so we came with the mother and daughter without bringing anyone else.
Who knew that halfway through, my daughter's condition suddenly worsened, so I had to grit my teeth and take my daughter up the mountain alone," the aunt explained.
"Okay, I'll come and see your daughter."
Ding Ermiao nodded and walked slowly to the back of the carriage.
There was a quilt in the carriage, and in the cup lay a girl, only her face was exposed.
The girl is about twenty and looks very beautiful, but she doesn't have any life.
Ding Ermiao jumped into the carriage, stretched out his hand, opened the girl's eyelids and looked at it, then pulled out the girl's arm and tested the pulse.
After a while, Ding Ermiao let go of his hand, jumped out of the car and said, "The person is dead, let's mourn and change." ” "Dead" The girl's mother shook her head with tears in her eyes and said, "My daughter is not dead, she is not dead, please save her, I will promise you as much money as you want" "It's not about money, it's really dead."
Ding Ermiao sighed and said, "Moreover, your daughter died a miserable death, and her soul was knocked away, even if she summons her spirit, she can't bring it back." ” "No, no, no, my daughter is just a ghost, she is not dead" The girl's mother burst into tears and said: "You touch her chest, and the temperature, really the temperature You drive away the ghost on her, she will wake up, really, please Xiaodao Chief" Ding Ermiao hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll try." ” Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, Ding Ermiao knew that there was no hope, but in order to comfort a heartbroken mother, he had to agree to give it a try.
In fact, this kind of trying, that is, making an appearance, let this mother slowly accept the reality.
"Yes, yes, please give it a try, there must be a way," said the girl's mother excitedly.
Ding Ermiao didn't say a word, pulled the quilt, dragged the girl out a little, then picked up the girl and strode into the Taoist temple.
The girl held it in her hand, and Ding Ermiao felt that this body did have a temperature, not the kind of stiffness like a dead man.
The girl's mother hurried to follow.
When he came to the backyard, Ding Ermiao hesitated, carried the girl into his room, and put her on his bed.
Then, Ding Ermiao took the peach wood sword and drew a talisman to chant a spell.
The girl's mother watched hopefully, waiting for a miracle.
But from the beginning of Ding Ermiao's practice to the completion of the practice, the girl on the bed did not move.
Ding Ermiao accepted the peachwood sword and sighed: "Auntie, let's mourn and change."
Your daughter's state is that her soul is scattered, and she can't be summoned back. ” "No, my daughter won't die."
The girl's mother threw herself on the bed and cried, "Child, Xiaoxiao, don't die, if you die, your mother won't be able to live."
The cry was heart-rending and echoed in Qiyunguan.
Ding Ermiao's heart was also sour, but he couldn't do anything.
Suddenly, the girl's mother stopped crying, stood up, and slammed into the corners of the bed Ding Ermiao was taken aback, hurriedly stopped, and shouted: "Auntie, don't be like this, the deceased is gone, and the living should take care."
"My daughter is dead, I'm still alive, why do you let me go" "But if you want to die, you can't die in my Taoist temple."
Ding Er has a big sprout.
"If you don't save my daughter, I'll die in your Taoist temple" "This" Ding Ermiao didn't withdraw, and said: "Don't do this first, wait for me to figure out a way" I heard that the little Taoist priest wanted to find a way, but the girl's mother did not seek death, and looked at the little Taoist priest with a blank eye.
Ding Ermiao thought about it, then looked at the face of the girl's mother, and said: "Look at your appearance, you are the appearance of both children and daughters, not like the life of a middle-aged lost daughter."
But your daughter is indeed dead. ” "Xiaoxiao's body still has temperature, it's not dead, it's really not dead, I don't believe you touch it" "Her name is Xiaoxiao" "Yes, Ji Xiaoxiao."
Ding Ermiao sighed, re-examined Ji Xiaoxiao, and pricked the acupuncture points with silver needles to check her body's reaction.
This time, when the silver needles pierced some acupuncture points, Ji Xiaoxiao's hands, feet, and limbs reacted a little, and twitched slightly.
"Look, you see, Xiaoxiao is not dead, her hands and feet moved just now," Ji Xiaoxiao's mother said excitedly.
"Her body is still functional, but her soul is gone.
If you find your soul, you may be able to return to the yang.
But," Ding Ermiao frowned.
If Master is in the view, maybe there is a way.
But his own way, okay Ding Ermiao was a little worried, if it didn't work, he was afraid that he would take his own life.
"You Daomen disciples, aren't you the best at these Little Dao Chief, please."
Ji Xiaoxiao's mother pleaded repeatedly.
Ding Ermiao calmed down and asked, "How long has she been unconscious like this?"
"It's been more than ten hours," Ji Xiaoxiao's mother said.
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"Okay, I'll try to save your daughter, but there are some things to say in front."
Ding Ermiao gritted his teeth and made up his mind.
Ji Xiaoxiao's mother was overjoyed and said, "No matter how much money it is, I can agree."
As long as Xiaoxiao can come back to life, it's easy to say anything."
Ding Ermiao shook his head and said, "It's not about money, don't see me as a greedy ghost." ” "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I misunderstood, what does the little Taoist want, just say."
Ji Xiaoxiao's mother hurriedly apologized.
Ding Ermiao took two steps, looked at Ji Xiaoxiao on the bed, and said, "If you want to retrieve your daughter's soul, I estimate that you will have to go to the underworld."
But even if you find your daughter's soul, it will be a problem for her to return smoothly.
So, I'm going to sleep with your daughter, holding hands.
In this way, I have a chance to bring her soul back. ” "As long as I can save Xiaoxiao, I can accept this," Ji Xiaoxiao's mother hurriedly said.
"It's good if you can accept it, don't say that I take advantage of your daughter by curing the disease.
Also, I can only try my best and can't guarantee results.
You have to prepare for the worst.
Ding Ermiao said.
Ji Xiaoxiao's mother was stunned for a moment, and then nodded silently.
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