Medicinal Immortal

The woman was crying helplessly and in fear while holding the child. Her mind was blank. Only the child who fell in a pool of blood was not awake in her eyes. She wanted to hold the child and go to the doctor, but she was trembling all over her body. She is so soft that she can't stand up at all.

The people around were also shocked by this scene. Seeing such a small child lying in a pool of blood, they wanted to step forward to help, but they had no way of starting. But the clever people had already ran to the hospital and brought the doctor. .

"The doctor is here! The doctor is here! Get out of the way!"

A man pulled the doctor and ran over, shouting while letting the people around him make way.

And not far away, Tangning’s gaze fell on the second floor where the window fell. At that window, in a place invisible to others, there was a small ghost squatting. The little boy hit.

This is the stand-in it finds for itself, as long as the little boy dies, it can leave here to reincarnate.

That little ghost floated down from the second floor, and no one saw it except Tangning. After it floated down, it sat on the little boy's body, his hands still pinching the little boy's neck.

"It hits the head, the blood is flowing continuously, and, moreover, it's out of breath." The doctor couldn't hide his grief, and looked at such a small child with eyes full of pity.

"No! No! Xiao Wu will not die! My son will not die! No, no! I will take him to eat candied haws, and I will make new clothes for him. My son will not die. He...he is so good and obedient, he won't be willing to make me sad, he won't...Doctor, doctor, I beg you, please help him, help him! Please... …"

The woman cried in sorrow, like a mad cry, she held the child in her arms, crying like a child helpless and desperate, she looked up at the dark sky and cried: "God , God please don’t take away my son, he is so young, he is so young... If someone really wants to die, then I’ll die, I’m willing to use my life to replace him, god, **** Ah... please, don't take my son, don't take him..."

The people around heard tears. Some women couldn't help crying. Even the man's eyes were slightly red. Of course, no one could save a child who had no breath.

In the pool of blood, a mother was crying helplessly and desperately, begging, grief and fear took over her heart, she held the child in her arms tightly, feeling that the whole sky was falling...

"Amitabha."

A sigh of Buddha's call came from this sad and heavy atmosphere. The people with red eyes and tears looked at the voice, and they saw that a young monk in Tsing Yi came with his hands folded.

Tangning walked over, looked at the woman holding the child, and said slowly, "I'll take a look. Maybe it's still saved."

Maybe there is help...

This sentence, like a ray of light shed in the darkness, made the woman who was almost crazy suddenly wake up, and the desperate and helpless cry stopped. At this moment, I saw that the Tsing Yi monk was already there. She squatted down beside her.

Tangning stretched out his hand, grabbed the little devil sitting on the little boy, and slipped it into the holy bowl in his palm. At the same time, there was a ray of Buddha's light in the palm of his hand.