"Little master, stop, the 120 emergency ambulance will be here soon."
Grandpa was also very nervous and looked very bad.
Suddenly Yue Lan stretched out a hand and pressed her palm on the young monk's back.
Grandpa was startled and suddenly said: "Lan Lan, his veins and veins are severed.
Don't inject your true energy.
This will aggravate his pain."
Injury."
Upon hearing this, Yue Lan suddenly retracted her hand.
Then the little monk glanced at us, and then whispered: "Don't wait for the ambulance, take me back to Lingquan Temple."
"Where is Lingquan Temple?"
My grandfather said anxiously, "It would be better to send you to the hospital.
Don't move around and stop talking."
"If you don't want to go to the hospital, hurry up and take me back to Lingquan Temple."
The young monk clasped his hands together, his whole face turned red from holding back, and he was clearly struggling very hard.
Everyone looked at each other.
Maybe there was an eminent monk in Lingquan Temple who could treat internal injuries.
"Get in the car, help him get in the car quickly, be careful."
My brother and I quickly helped him, and the fat man quickly opened the door.
After taking his seat, Fatty quickly opened the navigation and found Lingquan Temple, which was sixty kilometers away and had to re-enter the highway.
The fat man changed direction, re-entered the city, and ran towards Lingquan Temple, his speed reaching one hundred and two.
Along the way, the monk vomited several mouthfuls of blood, which covered the leather seats in the car.
The whole car smelled of blood, and everyone's faces turned green.
Fortunately, after getting off the highway, a cement road leads directly to the top of the mountain, and the car goes directly to the entrance of Lingquan Temple.
The incense in Lingquan Temple is very strong, and there are many pilgrims here.
The car stopped in the parking lot.
I immediately carried the little monk on my back, and then under his guidance, I quickly ran towards a pagoda.
When we got to the bottom of the pagoda, there was another table at the door.
There was a fat monk sitting in front of the table.
When he saw the little monk on my back, he immediately shouted: "Lingmu, what's wrong with you?"
"Senior brother, I want to see the master," the little monk Lingmu narrowed his eyes, but he heard his senior brother's voice, so he spoke.
"Amitabha, give him to me.
You all wait here.
This is a forbidden area.
You can't come in."
While speaking, the fat monk took the spiritual tree from me, carried it behind his back, and quickly entered the pagoda. , then climbed up the stairs of the pagoda, and disappeared in a moment.
After we got to the tower, we were all dumbfounded.
You looked at me, I looked at you, and we didn't know what to do.
Only the fat man, with a pale face, squatted on the ground and smoked a cigarette.
There were blood stains on his shoulders and back.
I quickly took off my coat and looked up at the tall pagoda.
"Seven-level pagoda."
My grandfather also looked up at the pagoda and said casually.
"Is saving one life better than building a seven-level pagoda?"
I asked my grandfather.
"Yes, the pagoda is the pagoda."
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Grandpa turned to look at the fat man, then turned to look in the direction of the pagoda, and said, "I hope the little monk is safe."
"Old Taoist, I'm afraid I really have to go to jail this time.
If I really go in, you have to help me take care of my whole family."
The fat man exhaled smoke from his mouth, and tears were already flowing from the corners of his eyes. .
My grandfather looked at him and said, "Don't think blindly.
Maybe the little monk will be fine.
If there are any medical expenses, we will pay him any amount."
"It's not about money."
The fat man wiped the corners of his eyes and said, "We have seen too many dead people.
Just like what he did just now, I'm afraid there is no possibility of survival at all."
When he said this, we were silent.
He was right, we have seen too many dead people, and the little monk looked like a dead person.
Just then, thump thump thump, an old monk and the fat monk came down.
The old monk glanced at all of us, clasped his hands together, and saluted us: "Amitabha, this little donor, please Save my disciple."
"I" I was dumbfounded, and then suddenly realized, I said: "How to save, you tell me, I will fully cooperate with you."
"Okay, little benefactor, please follow me up the tower."
When the old monk turned around, Yuelan suddenly grabbed me.
I was startled, and she said, "Be careful."
I nodded slightly and said, "It's okay, just wait for me here."
Then I followed the old monk into the door, and then followed the wooden spiral staircase to the second floor.
The door of a room on the left side of the second floor was already open.
Facing the door was a Zen bed with a saying written on the wall.
Big Zen characters.
The little monk was lying quietly on the bed with his eyes closed.
The old monk and I came to the bedside.
The fat monk was at the door.
He closed the door for us and stood guard at the door.
The old monk looked me up and down, then nodded and said, "Little donor, you are destined to be my Buddha."
I frowned slightly and felt sweat on my forehead.
Why am I destined to be with you?
"Master, I don't know if I have a connection with your Buddha.
The top priority now is how to save the little monk.
Tell me, I will fully cooperate with you."
I thought in my mind to save the little monk quickly.
As long as he doesn't die, even if he is disabled or even disabled, I will cooperate with you.
Vegetative people, let's pay them a sum of money to keep them private, so that the fat man doesn't have to go to jail.
"Okay."
As he spoke, the old monk walked towards the altar table, opened the drawer, took out a sword from the drawer, then turned around and walked towards me.
I was shocked, what does this mean?
Seeing my surprised expression, he said, "I need your blood to heal my disciple's injuries."
I felt relieved as soon as I heard that, but would my blood be useful?
If it was Yuelan's, then I would believe it.
After all, Yuelan's blood also helped me get rid of corpse poison.
I said in surprise: "Can my blood be useful?"
"It's useful."
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The old monk nodded heavily and said, "Your blood exudes strong Buddhist power."
I took a deep breath and suddenly remembered that I had eaten a relic of an eminent monk before.
This was true.
No wonder he said I could save the little monk.
I quickly stretched out my right hand and said, "Here, take as much as you need, as long as your apprentice can survive."
He looked at me intently, and then said, "Well, it hurts a little, just bear with it."
"It's okay, I'm not afraid of pain."
He took the sword, grabbed my right hand, and then scratched the palm of my hand.
A heartbreaking pain came, but I still endured it and watched the blood coming out of my palm.
But it wasn't over yet.
Although the blood was already bleeding, the old monk had no intention of stopping.
He made another cut, which was perpendicular to the previous stroke.
It hurt so much that I hissed and gasped.
This guy was trying to dig out the flesh of my palm.
Come out?
I was about to ask if I wanted to be cut into pieces, but I saw him flipping my head over, and the blood dripped directly, without any bias, directly into the little monk's mouth.
The old monk glanced at me, probably trying to attract my attention.
Don't look at the palms of his hands.
He said, "You have strong Buddhist mind power in your blood, so your body is seriously injured, even if your muscles and veins are severed."
The self-healing ability is very strong, so your blood is very useful for my disciple’s injuries.”
I suddenly realized that no wonder I was able to recover from paralysis last time when I was beaten by the statue of the shaman god of the witch tribe.
It was the work of the Buddhist relics.
Just looking at the blood flowing, I feel miserable.
Last night I cut off my left hand to feed the blood jade skeleton, and today I cut off my right hand to feed it to the little monk.
What the hell have I done?