Peerless Famous Doctor: The Female CEO's Personal Physician

I saw strong winds, snow all over the sky, and clouds in the sky.

An old monk came slowly with a staff.

Behind him was a woman with a calm face.

Seeing a man lying on the ground from afar, Li Yuewen was amazed, when facing the snowy scene, seeing the man's figure became more and more familiar, she opened her mouth and exclaimed: "Xu Xiaolou, it's you ?"

Xu Xiaolou had completely passed out at this time, so naturally no one answered.

Li Yuewen quickly ran over, lifted the man's body, held his head in his arms, and found that Xu Xiaolou's face was lifeless, his face was like dust, and his skin seemed to be filled with thick black air, like a dead body. Zombies that only appear in Hong Kong movies.

She patted the man's face, trying to wake him up, but found that no matter how much she yelled, he just frowned and didn't say a word.

Li Yuewen suddenly heard the old monk speak.

"Miss Li, please step aside."

She raised her head, and saw the old monk not far away with kind eyes and kind eyes, with his staff stuck straight into the snow-covered ground, and his hands clasped together.

The old monk continued: "He is highly poisoned and needs to be detoxified quickly to heal his wounds. Miss Li, please put him flat on the ground and let him lie down."

Suddenly, a few rays of faint golden light came from the old monk.

He opened his mouth, and a golden bead spit out from his mouth.

The sky and the earth suddenly became brighter, and the snow layer all over the ground was also turned into gold, and the morning glow danced in the sky, unpredictable.

The beads slowly floated up, and the snow field was covered with golden light.

Li Yuewen was completely stunned, the woman covered her mouth, her face full of incredulity, seeing Xu Xiaolou's appearance at first made her feel extremely anxious, but now seeing such a strange phenomenon on the old monk, she felt at ease.

After pondering for a moment, according to the old monk's words, she laid Xu Xiaolou flat on the ground, stepped aside, and looked expectantly.

As soon as the golden beads suspended in the air came out, the whole world seemed to be singing one after another, endlessly in people's ears.

The old monk clasped his hands together, with a compassionate face, just like the statue of the Bodhisattva who is enshrined in the temple all the year round.

At this moment, some people on the snow-capped mountain sensed the change here.

In the city lord's mansion, a middle-aged man with a gloomy face was drinking tea. Sensing the golden light in the distance, he rushed out of the living room and saw the bright sun outside the yard, the blue sky, white clouds dancing endlessly, flowers and plants flying in the yard, and butterflies fluttering around. , he froze in place, feeling a sense of loss in his heart.

The middle-aged man had a complex expression on his face, and he muttered to the distant sky, "Jueyuan, Jueyuan, do you think you have no time, so you act so ostentatiously, without taboos?"

In that abandoned deserted garden, a barefoot girl was walking in the snow, repairing the flowers and plants buried in the snow layer, when she heard a strange movement, she turned her head and saw the golden light that seemed to be coming close at hand, with a smile on her face, Said: "Gua Kua, look, the old guy has really cultivated into a golden bodhisattva."

Squatting next to her was a stupid giant man, who was drawing with his fingers in the snow. Hearing this, he raised his head, grinned stupidly, and asked, "Mother, what is the Golden Bodhisattva? Is it delicious?"

The girl walked over, stood on tiptoes, patted the man's head, and said angrily, "You idiot, Bodhisattvas are used to respect, not to eat, you know how to eat every day."

On the snow field, golden beads slowly fell, circling around Xu Xiaolou's body, taking away traces of black aura.

The black air lingered on the surface of the beads for a few times, dissipated like clouds and mist, and disappeared.

The singing stopped abruptly.

Xu Xiaolou's breathing became steady, his face was rosy, and it seemed that there should be nothing serious.

The beads flew back to the top of the old monk's head and remained in the air.

The old monk uttered the Buddha's name and said, "Girl, I'm going to see an old man. You stay here and don't move around."

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the abandoned garden.

One step one lotus.

Step by step lotus.

Li Yuewen stood still.

……

Someone came on a lotus, with a golden bead on his head and a staff in his hand.

The wind and snow did not hit him, his face was compassionate, and he said a Buddha's name.

The barefoot girl turned around, threw away a piece of weed that had just been pulled out, clapped her hands, and said, "You're here."

The old monk nodded.

"how are things?"

"The city wants me to enter the furnace today."

"Oh."

The girl squatted down again, as if those withered flowers and plants were more attractive than the old monk in front of her.

"So what should I say to you? Good luck?"

The old monk smiled and said, "I'm here to say goodbye to you."

The girl nodded and asked, "This is dying, do you want to catch up with old friends?"

The old monk clasped his hands together and remained silent on the spot.

The wind and snow hit the face, and it was amazing that within a few meters of the girl and the old monk, the fierce wind and the snow like goose feathers could not get close, as if they were spiritual, they automatically scattered in all directions.

The giant man squatting next to him was still drawing on the snow with his fingers.

The old monk looked around and found that the other party had repeatedly drawn two characters on the ground.

boast.

The old monk said with a smile: "In the blink of an eye, I have grown so big."

The girl was proud, "Of course, it doesn't matter whose son it is."

Immediately, the two fell into silence again.

The old monk had a golden bead on his head, and the light was no longer dazzling, but very soft.

He sighed and said: "The city lord and you have been fighting openly and secretly all these years. You and him are barely evenly matched, but maybe after today, this balance will be broken. You and I have been friends for many years, thinking that now this balance is broken by me. , then naturally I am sorry for you, the Buddha said, the world is reincarnated with cause and effect, and the cycle is endless. Get rid of this cause and effect, and go west with the Buddha to continue practicing with peace of mind."

The barefoot girl is still repairing those dead flowers and hay, and she never tires of it.

The monk stretched out his fingers and tapped the flowers and plants lightly.

Immediately, the flowers and leaves bloomed.

In a radius of tens of meters, the snow melted and evaporated out of thin air.

Green grass emerges from the soil.

The trees not far away are growing wildly.

The burly man who was squatting on the ground and writing with his fingers was taken aback, stood up hurriedly, and stood there at a loss.

Looking at the bright green picture, the girl snorted and said, "Midget your own business, the weasel wishes the chicken a new year."

The old monk clasped his hands together, "I am not a weasel, and you are not a chicken."

The girl was furious, "You are the chicken."

The monk smiled slightly, pointed to the sky, pointed to the snow-capped mountains, and suddenly said, "May I bring it back for you?"

This sentence is misty.

The girl understood, and struggled, but before he could refuse, the golden bead on the monk's head suddenly trembled slightly, and the old abbot, who had been standing in Yichan Temple for hundreds of years, formed a lotus seal with one hand, and his complexion was golden , towards the distant horizon, quietly spit out a word.

"good."