Six Ways of Fumo

Chapter 2407 First acquaintance with Ji Xiaoxiao (2)

Ding Ermiao nodded, but did not rush to see the patient, but stared at the aunt's face and sized her up repeatedly.

"Little Taoist Priest, it's not me who's sick, it's my daughter. She's in the car. Please take a look." The aunt in the city said with a tearful voice.

"I know..." Ding Ermiao looked at the aunt and said, "Looking at your appearance, you are a rich man. How could you be alone and take your daughter to see a doctor in the mountains?"

"This... my daughter is possessed by a ghost. I found out in the city that there is a very powerful Taoist Priest Sanpian here, so I brought my daughter here. I was worried that if this matter spread, it would have a bad impact on my daughter, so we It was just the mother and daughter who came without anyone else. Who knew that my daughter's condition suddenly worsened on the way, so I had no choice but to grit my teeth and take my daughter up the mountain alone..." the aunt explained.

"Okay, let me see your daughter." Ding Ermiao nodded and walked slowly to the back of the carriage.

There was a quilt in the carriage, and there was a girl lying in the cup, with only her face exposed.

The girl was around [-] years old. She looked very pretty, but she didn't have any vitality at all.

Ding Ermiao jumped onto the carriage, stretched out his hand, opened the girl's eyelids and took a look, then pulled out the girl's arm and felt for her pulse.

After a while, Ding Ermiao let go of his hand, jumped out of the car and said: "The person... is dead. Please bear with me and accept the change."

"Dead?" The girl's mother shook her head in tears and said, "My daughter is not dead, not dead! Little Taoist Priest, please save her. I will agree to you no matter how much you ask!"

"It's not about money, it's about real death." Ding Ermiao sighed and said, "Moreover, your daughter died miserably, and her soul was knocked away. Even if she summons her soul, she can't bring it back."

"No, no, no, my daughter is just possessed by a ghost, she is not dead!" The girl's mother said with tears streaming down her face: "You touch her chest, it's still warm, it really is still warm... You put the ghost on her body Drive her away and she will wake up. Really, please, little Taoist Priest..."

Ding Ermiao hesitated for a moment and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll try."

Poor parents in the world, Ding Ermiao knew there was no hope, but in order to comfort a heartbroken mother, she had no choice but to agree to give it a try.In fact, this kind of giving it a try is just a show of letting the mother slowly accept the reality.

"Yes, yes, please give it a try, there must be a way!" the girl's mother said excitedly.

Without saying a word, Ding Ermiao pulled the quilt and dragged the girl out a little, then picked up the girl and strode into the Taoist temple.

Holding the girl in his hand, Ding Ermiao felt that this body did have warmth, and was not as stiff as a dead person.

The girl's mother hurriedly followed.

Arriving in the backyard, Ding Ermiao hesitated for a moment, then took the girl into his room and put her on his bed.

Then, Ding Ermiao took the mahogany sword, drew talismans and chanted some spells.

The girl's mother watched hopefully, waiting for a miracle.

But from the moment Ding Ermiao started to do it to the end, the girl on the bed didn't move at all.

Ding Ermiao put away the mahogany sword and sighed: "Auntie, please forgive me and accept the change. Your daughter is in a state of disorientation. She can't bring her back."

"No, my daughter will not die." The girl's mother threw herself on the bed and cried: "My child, Xiaoxiao, don't die. If you die, my mother won't be able to live anymore..."

The heart-piercing cry echoed in Qi Yun Temple.

Ding Ermiao also felt sad, but there was nothing she could do.

Suddenly, the girl's mother stopped crying, stood up, and slammed into the corner of the bed!

Ding Ermiao was taken aback, and hurriedly stopped her, shouting: "Auntie, don't be like this, the deceased is dead, the living should take care of themselves!"

"My daughter is dead, what am I still doing? Let me go!"

"But... if you want to die, you can't die in my Taoist temple." Ding Er was showing off.

"If you don't save my daughter, I will die in your Taoist temple..."

"This..." Ding Ermiao did not retreat and said, "Don't do this first, wait until I think of a solution..."

I heard that the little Taoist priest was trying to find a way, but the girl's mother wanted to die and looked at the little Taoist priest helplessly.

Ding Ermiao thought for a while, then looked at the face of the girl's mother, and said: "Looking at you, you look like a son and a daughter, and it doesn't look like you lost your daughter in middle age. But your daughter is indeed dead. "

"Xiaoxiao's body is still warm. She's not dead. She's really not dead. If you don't believe me, just touch it and see..."

"Her name is Xiaoxiao?"

"Yes, Ji Xiaoxiao."

Ding Ermiao sighed and re-examined Ji Xiaoxiao, pricking the acupuncture points with silver needles to check her body reaction.

This time, when the silver needle pierced certain acupuncture points, Ji Xiaoxiao's hands, feet and limbs reacted a little, and twitched slightly.

"Look, Xiaoxiao is not dead, her hands and feet moved just now!" Ji Xiaoxiao's mother said excitedly.

"Her body still has some functions, but her soul is gone. If she can find her soul, she may be able to return it. But..." Ding Ermiao frowned.

If Master is in the contemplation, there may be a way.But is it okay to follow your own path?Ding Ermiao was a little worried. If it didn't work, she was afraid that it would cost her her life.

"Aren't you Taoist disciples the best at this? Little Taoist Master, please," Ji Xiaoxiao's mother begged 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.

"Okay, I will try my best to save your daughter, but there are some things I need to say first." Ding Ermiao gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

Ji Xiaoxiao's mother was overjoyed and said: "No matter how much it costs, I can agree. As long as Xiaoxiao can survive, anything can be said!"

Ding Ermiao shook his head and said, "It's not about money, don't think of me as a money-grubbing ghost."

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood. Whatever the little Taoist priest wants, just ask." Ji Xiaoxiao's mother hurriedly apologized.

Ding Ermiao took two steps, looked at Ji Xiaoxiao on the bed, and said: "To find your daughter's soul, I estimate that you have to go to the underworld. But even if you find your daughter's soul, you can make her return smoothly. It's also a problem. So, I want 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 it!" Ji Xiaoxiao's mother said hurriedly.

"As long as you can accept it, don't say that I took advantage of your daughter by treating her illness. In addition, I can only try my best and cannot guarantee the effect. You have to prepare for the worst." Ding Ermiao said .

Ji Xiaoxiao's mother was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently.

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