Evil Doctor [Quick Transmigration]

"Mage... what did you say?"

The old woman probably understood what Bai Ze said, her old face showed a sad expression, her loose eyelids drooped heavily, and the wrinkles at the end of her eyes were stacked together, like gentle fish tails, clear Tears welled up from the bottom of his eyes, and under the tear film, the kind eyes shone with a soft light, his dry lips trembled, he suddenly raised his skinny arms, gestured in the air, and said in a hoarse voice: "My son, surname Qin's name is Yang, about this height."

"Before I left home, I was wearing a dark blue padded jacket that I woven by myself, with two black trims on the sleeves."

"He has a narrow face, a dark complexion, a high nose bridge, big and dark eyes, a smile like two black crescents, and a black mole the size of a sesame seed on the tip of his brow... Folks from all over the country say he looks good. "

The old woman seemed to be unable to stand still, holding on to the door frame with one hand, her tears kept falling to the ground like broken pearls: "Master, are you sure you read it right?"

Bai Ze looked up at the young man

The young man was indeed wearing a dark blue cotton padded jacket, but it was torn to pieces by branches and stones, and his whole body was covered in blood. He was wiping his tears with the back of his hand at the moment, and the exposed half of his face had been worn to a bloody mess, and the mole on his eyebrow was still there .

A string of turquoise holding beads was wrapped around his wrist, exuding a shining yellow glow, and the aura of holding the beads firmly covered the ghostly aura on his body.

It is also true that after he passed away, he was not taken away by the messenger in time, but stayed in the world.

Maybe it was because the death was too unexpected and painful, he always thought that he was still alive, repeating what he did before his death.

The temperature was low at night, and the old woman's body was thin, her face was pale by the wind, and her energy was low. Bai Ze sighed slightly, clasped his hands together, and said slowly: "Amitabha, monks don't lie, it's freezing outside, and the benefactor Go inside."

When he said this, the old woman understood completely, she was heartbroken for a moment, her eyes darkened, and she fell backwards.

With a flash of his figure, Bai Ze caught the old woman in time, and helped her to sit on the chair.

The young man followed up nervously, squatted in front of the old woman, and asked eagerly, "Mom, are you alright?"

It's a pity that the old woman couldn't see him, but she couldn't stop crying in pain, clutching her chest and shouting sadly: "My son is still so young, and he hasn't even married a wife yet... Why did he just disappear..."

Bai Ze raised his right hand lightly, and the wooden door closed automatically. An invisible warm current radiated from his palm to the surroundings, and the originally cold house suddenly became warmer.

He stood by the table, his bony hands covered the belly of the teapot, the cold water in the teapot shook slightly, and turned into warm water in an instant, he poured a glass of water, handed it to the old woman's hand, and said softly: "Qin Yang The donor is right in front of you right now, and he can hear what you say."

"Time is running out. If the benefactor has anything to say to him, please do so as soon as possible."

Although the spiritual power of Chizhu kept Qin Yang in the human world, it was still consuming his soul power. If he didn't take Chizhu away, he would be lost in a short time.

Although these words were cruel, Bai Ze had to remind her.

Knowing that her son could hear what she said, the old woman was afraid that her son would be sad, so she quickly wiped away her tears, squeezed out an ugly smile, looked at the void in front of her lovingly, and said in a trembling voice: "Son, mother is fine, Mother is fine..."

"You don't have to worry about mother, mother is not very old, mother can weave cloth, grow vegetables, and can go to collect medicine, you and your brother are not here, mother can make ends meet by herself."

"There's still some millet and radishes in the cellar. I'll dig some sweet potatoes and rely on the relief from the village to survive the winter. After the winter, after the war, your elder brother will go home."

"After you get out of the underworld, you must behave well and strive for a good pregnancy. Your mother is incompetent, which will make your life unsatisfactory..."

"Mother doesn't go anywhere, she just stays here guarding our home, guarding your and your father's grave..."

...

Hearing these words, Qin Yang finally remembered that he had passed away.He opened his eyes wide, tears streaming down his face, and his memory gradually became clearer.

Two days ago, when he was out hunting, he saw a young man who was seriously injured and fell to the ground on the side of the road. Qingdi asked for help: "Little brother, help, help me...This string of beads is my reward..."

He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were torn apart, he wished he could run away, but because of his kind heart, he agreed, helped the man up, and rushed out. Unfortunately, the man was injured too deeply, and died before he could get out of the woods.

Nowadays, the world is difficult, and dead people are very common. It is useless for this man to dress up as a knight, so he left behind the string of beads and buried the man by the roadside with snow to prevent ferocious beasts from smelling blood and eating him. Drop his bones.

It's freezing cold, it's getting dark, he hasn't hunted anything yet, his mother's body is weak, he wants to hunt a rabbit to replenish her body, there are no animals around the forest, so he gritted his teeth, Go deeper into the woods.

Finally, he met a rabbit. He followed closely, walking deeper and deeper, and before he knew it, it was completely dark. The rabbit disappeared, but several wolves appeared. He only had a broken bow and arrow in his hand. Where is the opponent of the wolf?

He panicked and ran away, and was forced to the edge of the cliff all the way. He stepped on the air and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

Before he died, he thought that it would be great if he could see his mother again. The rabbit was not hunted, so it would be good to dig two sweet potatoes and roast them. Mother likes roasted sweet potatoes the most.

After an unknown period of time, he regained consciousness and found that he was on the edge of the cliff, but his memory only stayed before he met the wolf, so he went to collect a bundle of dry firewood, dug two sweet potatoes, and rushed back home.

However, even sweet potatoes and dry firewood are just products of his fantasy.

Qin Yang withdrew his thoughts, quickly wiped away tears, knelt on the ground, and solemnly bowed three times to the old woman who was still telling him, then turned to face Bai Ze, and bowed heavily: "Master, I saw you before I was alive. After passing your arrest warrant, people all over the world say that you are a demon monk, and you are a disaster for the world, so I am really sorry for saying something that offended you at the beginning."

"You and our mother and son have no relatives and no reason, but you are willing to help us. Now I understand that you are not a demon monk, but a good person."

Qin Yang bowed again, buried his head between his hands, and said in a heavy nasal voice: "I beg the mage to convey a word to my mother for me."

"Just say, 'The child is not filial, let her white-haired person send a black-haired person, if there is an afterlife, if there is an afterlife...I hope to be her son again, let her take care of her'."

Qin Yang fell on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time, his shoulders were shaking all the time, and he let out bitter sobs.

Bai Ze bent down slightly, helped Qin Yang up, and said, "Please benefactor, the poor monk will convey it to you."

Seeing Bai Ze talking into the air, the old woman asked in confusion, "Master, what's wrong? But what did my son say?"

"Qin Yang's benefactor asked me to convey a sentence for him." Bai Ze clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows, and said the sentence eloquently.

After listening to those words, the sadness on the old woman's face became lighter, her eyes were incredibly gentle, her hands caressed the void, and she sighed: "Okay, we will be mother and child again in the next life."

From Bai Ze's point of view, the old woman's hand gesticulating in the air was caressing Qin Yang's arm one after another.

Watching this scene, Bai Ze couldn't help thinking of Lin Mian and Mama Lin in his previous life, and his heart was moved.

The light holding the bead became more and more intense, but Qin Yang's soul became weaker and weaker, and gradually became translucent.

It can't be delayed any longer.

Bai Ze stretched out his hand, palm up, and said softly: "Benefactor Qin Yang, hand the bead to me, you should go to the underworld."

Qin Yang lowered his head, took off the beads on his wrist, placed them lightly on Bai Ze's palm, then leaned on the old woman's lap, quietly stared into her eyes, bent the ends of his eyes, and murmured Muttered: "It's a pity that I can no longer eat dumplings made by my mother..."

At this moment, the old woman seemed to be aware of something, opened her cloudy eyes, and looked in Qin Yang's direction. She had cried too much and couldn't shed a tear anymore.

Holding the bead changed from a virtual body to a solid one, and Qin Yang's soul disappeared in a wisp of wind and mist.

"Amitabha." Bai Ze twirled the bead in his hand, and looked at the old woman pityingly, "The benefactor's day has changed, Qin Yang's benefactor has already left."

"I'm fine, I promised my son, take care of yourself." The old woman gently touched her knee, and asked softly, "Master, isn't my son handsome?"

Bai Ze thought of the young man's face that had been ground to blood by the rocks, and slowly replied: "...Jun."

King Luo, who was squatting on the table, licked his paws and let out a disdainful moan.

Hypocritical human beings, why don't monks tell lies?

Bai Ze pursed his lips slightly, and glanced sideways at it.

This is a white lie.

You, a big cat who can only act cute, naturally don't understand.

The old woman raised her eyes to look at the door, "I hope the servant will be gentle with my son for the sake of his handsome looks."

The system let out a sigh, and it took a long time before he said quietly: [Poor parents in the world. 】Although An Rong was misrepresented as a demon monk during his lifetime, he was quite capable. Through his eyes, Bai Ze could see the fate of the old woman. Although she had always been poor, she was able to die.

That night, after the old woman fell asleep, Bai Ze drew a spell on her house to eliminate troubles, increase blessings and ensure peace, and a fire spell to make the house warm like spring, and then went to the forest to collect some medicinal herbs that could be sold for money. and sweet potatoes, on the table.

【Xiaobai, look at your left arm. 】

Hearing this, Bai Ze opened his sleeves, only to see half of the totem tattooed on his forearm disappeared, as if someone had neatly torn it off with adhesive tape.

[The totem on An Rong's body is a curse he has received. Every time he does a good deed, part of it will disappear. After all the totems on his body disappear, the main task is completed. 】"I see."

Bai Ze held a sweet potato, roasted it instantly, and then handed it to King Luo's mouth: "My lord, do you want to eat sweet potatoes?"

King Luo groaned, the tip of his eyes raised slightly, his azure pupils, which were especially bright at night, shone with disdain, and he waved his paws.

"Ow—"

My Majesty does not want to be the first snow leopard to eat sweet potatoes in history.

So humiliating.

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