Douluo Heavens Upgrade

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On the street in the corner of the western city of the imperial capital, as the years passed, Wang Lin’s shop had gained a bit more fame, and many more people came to buy wood carvings, and many of them were cultivators who came here admiringly.

In contrast, Chen Xiaoming's medical clinic is the same as three years ago. Although the business has improved a lot, it is more among ordinary people.

However, Chen Xiaoming didn't care about these things, and he didn't have the desire to compare. He always had a peaceful mind without any change. He wanted to understand the life of a mortal, feel the cycle of reincarnation, and the cycle of cause and effect. The medical hall was just a tool for him to understand the way of heaven. .

Spring goes and autumn comes, the sun and the moon alternate, Chen Xiaoming treats illnesses, but he sees more births, aging, sickness and death. Some illnesses can be healed. He treats them. For some illnesses that cannot be cured, Chen Xiaoming also shakes his head and sighs.

For three years, being used to life and death has made Chen Xiaoming more and more aware of the helplessness of mortals.

However, the more he realized, the more emotional Chen Xiaoming's heart became.

In the past three years, he has forgotten the system and cultivation, and his cultivation has always been at the peak of his aspirations, and he has never improved.

Even if it is the origin of blood and time, Chen Xiaoming spends less and less time to comprehend it.

"squeak."

Pushing open the door of the medical hall once again, Chen Xiaoming at this moment and three years ago seem to feel a little more stable, and on his handsome face, there are traces of time. Compared to three years ago, it is There is a gap.

"Doctor Chen, my old mother is about to die. Go and see for help."

As soon as the door was opened, a figure hurried over not far away, looking forty or fifty years old, wearing a gray linen cloth with a few patches on it.The middle-aged man's eyes were eager, tears kept dripping, and he grabbed Chen Xiaoming's hand, and with a muddy palm, directly stained Chen Xiaoming's clothes.

"wait a minutes."

Chen Xiaoming broke free, got up and returned to the hospital, picked up the medicine box, and ran out again.

"Go ahead and lead the way."

The middle-aged man showed joy on his face, with tears in the corners of his eyes, leading the way directly in front of him and ran towards one place.

On the streets in the early morning, many people have already gotten up and busy. At this moment, looking at Chen Xiaoming, who hurried away with the medical box, his eyes are full of admiration and respect.

In the past three years, Chen Xiaoming has gained a reputation in this street by relying on his medical skills, and more, he is willing to treat the poor for free and leave virtue.

Inside the shop next to the medical hall, Wang Lin opened the door and glanced at the hurried figure, his eyes were deep and solemn.

When I saw him three years ago, Wang Lin had never thought that the other party had actually embarked on the same path as himself, the road of transformation.

He couldn't understand Chen Xiaoming's cultivation base, but Wang Lin knew that the other party was definitely a monk above the transformation stage, and his strength was terrifying. Such a monk had already understood his artistic conception, why would he want to transform himself?

Wang Lin didn't understand, but Chen Xiaoming was the only one Wang Lin had ever seen, walking the same path as himself.

All the way west, Chen Xiaoming followed the middle-aged man and ran for an incense stick. He finally came to a dilapidated wooden house. There was a big hole in the wooden roof dripping with water from the previous night.

Stepping into the wooden house, you saw a wooden bunk, a white-haired old man lying on the bunk at the moment, with a pile of tattered clothes piled on him, on the ground beside the bunk, dripping from the roof Drops of water hit a small puddle.

"Mother, Doctor Chen is here."

The middle-aged man ran over, grabbed the old man's hand, and shouted excitedly.

Chen Xiaoming took a look, stepped on the puddle, placed the medical box on the muddy ground aside, and put one hand on the old man's wrist.Infinite Novel Network www.kuetxt.com

"Ok?"

She frowned, the old woman's pulse was weak, and her breath was like a gossamer. At this moment, she was just holding back her breath before she persisted until now.

"Doctor Chen, my mother?"

Looking at Chen Xiaoming who was silent, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sink, tears welled up in his eyes, and he held the old woman tightly with his hands, as if he was afraid of losing it in the next second.

Chen Xiaoming sighed softly. He shook his head calmly with his right hand on his pulse, got up and stood aside, giving up his position.

Mortal diseases, why can’t they be saved? It’s just that Chen Xiaoming wants to understand that life is a mortal’s life, birth, old age, sickness, and death.

"mother!"

The middle-aged man cried aloud, the man did not flick his tears, but before he reached the point of sadness, he held the old woman's right hand tightly with his hands, a head against the hand, and he was deeply powerless to blame himself.

"My son, don't cry, I'm satisfied to see you again before I leave."

The old woman's face turned back to light, a trembling voice came out, and her left hand was raised to touch the middle-aged man's face, with a satisfied look on her face.

Chen Xiaoming remained silent, there was only so much he could do.

"mother!"

Exclaimed, the middle-aged man looked at the scene and was taken aback for a while, but he also understood the flashback before death. He couldn't help tearing down his clothes and hugged the old woman in a hug.

"Ser...ah..."

With the intermittent words, the old woman finally left in the middle of the middle-aged man's arms.

Chen Xiaoming didn't bother, and gently picked up the medical box and turned and left.

When he stepped out of the wooden house, Chen Xiaoming sighed deeply. In three years, he saw a lot of such scenes.

Life and death between mortals, the cycle of cause and effect, has its own definite number.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are part of his understanding of the way of heaven and understanding of cause and effect. Even if he has helped the other party to prolong his life for a few years with the help of the sky-defying technique, then in the end, this person still cannot escape reincarnation.

"Ugh."

With a light sigh, Chen Xiaoming glanced at the road he said, and the road back was a bit more heavy. The doctors were kind, and he was already unclear about right and wrong.

Not long after, Chen Xiaoming returned to the medical hall, took off his outer clothing, put on a new one, and lay on the chair again.

Only this time, he didn't have the usual tranquility, instead he was more solemn.

With his eyes closed, Chen Xiaoming's heart was full of thoughts, and he saw more scenes of life and death. For Chen Xiaoming, life seemed to be a big dream.

Open your eyes, close your eyes, from being born to leaving, the decades of living are just like a big dream.

The reincarnation of heaven, the cycle of cause and effect, Chen Xiaoming's mind flashed through a little clarity, as if he had realized something, but there was no understanding.

He shook his head lightly, gave a bitter smile, and the muttered words contained a bit of helplessness, and finally turned into a sigh.

"Ugh!"