Chapter 161 Amitabha

In the hospital room, the presence of Lao Zhang made the somewhat oppressive atmosphere feel warmer.

After all,

no matter how muddleheaded Lao Dao was, no matter how determined Zhou Ze was,

constantly staying in this hospital and enduring all kinds of accidents, there would always be feelings of rejection and a low ebb.

Meeting an acquaintance at this time felt really good.

"Mr. Xu."

Lao Zhang nodded slightly to Zhou Ze.

Zhou Ze closed his eyes and nodded.

"Lao..." Lao Dao almost called out Lao Zhang's name, but he held back.

"You know each other?" Qin Sheng asked.

"Yeah, good friend, we came to Sanya for a trip together."

"Oh, so that's..."

Qin Sheng's phone rang.

He picked up the phone and answered it.

"What?"

Qin Sheng took a deep breath, hung up the phone, and handed the record book to Lao Zhang.

"Brother, there's a situation in the operating room. I have to go take a look. Can you help me take the statement first?"

At this time, he no longer cared about whether it was in accordance with the rules.

Qin Sheng left the ward, Lao Zhang stepped forward and closed the door, then turned around and asked with an incredible expression:

"Boss, Lao Dao, what happened to you?"

"Lao Zhang, don't mention it, I'm going to lose my life staying in this hospital."

Lao Dao felt like he had met a relative, and he had a lot of grievances to pour out.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Ze opened his eyes and asked.

"That's my body's old comrade-in-arms. I ran into him eating noodles downstairs at the hotel, so we came over together."

"An Buqi let you come?"

Lao Zhang was stunned when he heard this, and didn't answer, but he didn't deny it either.

At this moment, if Lawyer An were here, he would definitely slap his thigh and exclaim:

"Ah, the boss is indeed the boss! Sure enough, he can see at a glance which bastard came up with this idea!"

"We're fine, you should go back."

There was really no need to drag others into this showdown. It was enough to have himself and Lao Dao. If he and Lao Dao couldn't handle it in the end, bringing more people would just be sending them to their deaths.

Lao Zhang hesitated. He still remembered the plan that Lawyer An had told him when he returned to the hotel that night.

Even these days, he had been repeating those words silently during meditation every night.

Lao Zhang had been loyal to his duty and loyal to the people all his life, or rather, in both his lives, but this didn't prevent him from choosing to sacrifice himself for his friends.

In fact, in Lao Zhang's heart, he felt that he had lived longer in this life thanks to Zhou Ze.

If he could use his life to help Zhou Ze and Lao Dao get through this difficult situation, he felt it was worth it.

"Boss, let me stay and help take care of you. You're both in this state, it's not appropriate to not have someone around to look after you."

The boss was miserable, lying in the hospital bed.

Lao Dao was visibly even more miserable.

"Go back, be obedient."

Zhou Ze didn't intend to have any room for negotiation on this matter.

The thing that Lawyer An was thinking about was something that Boss Zhou hadn't even considered. It wasn't that Zhou Ze wasn't that smart, the root cause was that Zhou Ze really didn't have the idea of sacrificing his subordinates to gain benefits.

If it were those random passersby, they could just take their lunch boxes and leave, he wouldn't care.

Everyone had their own close and distant relationships. Which leader didn't have their own inner circle of confidants?

Zhou Ze had known Lao Zhang before Lao Zhang became glorious. At that time, he really thought this old criminal policeman was too annoying, always thinking about asking him to help solve cases.

Later, Lao Zhang died. Well, after Lao Zhang died, he could more justifiably bother him to solve cases.

Annoying as it was, Zhou Ze really regarded Lao Zhang as one of his own. When he first turned him into a ghost messenger, he never thought that he would one day merge with the Xiezhi's (a mythical creature) clone.

Purely from the perspective of an ordinary person,

he thought that such an excellent and good policeman,

just disappeared like that,

it was too pityful.

There were too many scourges that lived for a thousand years in this world, so you always had to do something for good people within your ability.

"Boss, can you smell that? It smells so good."

At this moment, Lao Dao, who was sitting on the hospital bed, suddenly sniffed his nose.

Lao Zhang also sniffed hard, and said with some doubt, "It seems like there is a fragrance."

"What smell is it? It smells pretty good. It's not the smell of food, is it?"

"Sandalwood."

Zhou Ze said.

"What is it? Sandalwood? Which patient is so particular about burning this stuff in the hospital room?" Lao Dao asked in confusion.

Lao Zhang was obviously shocked.

Unlike Lao Dao, who was muddleheaded,

Lao Zhang was clear about what kind of opponent the bookstore was facing now.

This sandalwood...

The fragrance suddenly became stronger and stronger, without giving you much time to prepare or adapt. It seemed that the concentration suddenly increased to a terrifying level.

At this time, you would feel like you were thrown into a sesame oil jar, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

Zhou Ze slowly sat up from the hospital bed.

The afternoon sun shone in from the window.

At this moment,

it was so bright,

and golden lotuses began to reflect and flow in the position of the windowsill, like a miracle.

Brahmin sounds began to chant, coming from nowhere, but always surrounding your ears.

If a cultivator happened to be outside this hospital at this time, they could see through their Dharma eyes that the entire hospital was covered in a layer of rosy light, emitting a sacred radiance.

The clouds in the sky gathered together, sometimes resembling humans, sometimes resembling beasts, but all exuding a sacred posture.

Lao Zhang pursed his lips and subconsciously sat on Zhou Ze's bed.

Afraid?

Of course he was afraid.

When bragging, you could say that you were not afraid of anything,

but when you knew who was about to appear in front of you,

no matter how brave or vicious you were,

you wouldn't dare to confidently pretend that you weren't afraid, right?

Some things,

had been circulating for thousands of years,

it lived in people's daily language,

it lived in people's living habits,

it lived in people's beliefs.

Zhou Ze silently took out a cigarette,

flicked one each for Lao Dao and Lao Zhang,

and then silently lit one himself.

The game,

was it coming to an end?

Everyone had been playing for so long and suffered so much. It seemed that they still hadn't made it through.

Exhaling a smoke ring,

Zhou Ze's gaze fell on Lao Dao.

The local criminal policeman who had just answered the phone seemed to say that something had happened in the operating room,

oh,

right,

Di Ting (a mythical dog) hadn't been saved, had he?

In fact, there was still room for luck. For example, the Bodhisattva might not have been able to confirm the identities of himself and the others, or the Bodhisattva's target might have been someone else.

After all, whether it was this Buddha's light shining down or the rich sandalwood fragrance permeating the air, it was aimed at the entire hospital, not just this separate ward.

But for some reason, at this moment, smelling the sandalwood fragrance, Zhou Ze really didn't have any thoughts of luck.

What was left,

was only the equanimity to face what was about to come.

Lao Dao was still sniffing his nose non-stop.

He couldn't see the other strange phenomena around him, he could only smell the fragrance.

Zhou Ze suddenly didn't panic,

he put his hands behind his neck and leaned back on the bed like that.

He had gone three rounds with Zeng Nongfu after all. When the time came, he couldn't possibly lose his composure.

At this moment,

the hospital, up and down,

the anxious family members of the patients suddenly felt peaceful,

the patients who were suffering from the pain of illness seemed to be soothed at this moment,

the fatigue of the medical staff who had been busy all day was also swept away,

Buddha's light,

shining everywhere.

"Creak..."

The door,

was pushed open from the outside.

The three people in the ward all turned their eyes to look over.

Lao Zhang's body had begun to tremble uncontrollably.

Immediately afterwards,

he realized something extremely serious.

He had to become a Xiezhi, he had to be useful. The bookstore had to kill the woman first, but Lawyer An and the others had no idea what was happening here now, so...

Lao Zhang immediately took out his phone,

he had to notify Lawyer An,

it was time.

However,

what was very embarrassing was that

the phone showed no signal.

"Ghosts can do this kind of trick, let alone a Buddha."

Zhou Ze thought that Lao Zhang was planning to call for reinforcements. Seeing Lao Zhang staring at the phone screen in a daze, he couldn't help but tease him.

"No, Boss..."

Lao Zhang was a little at a loss. What should he do?

Lao Dao was curiously staring at the door, probably thinking that the doctor was here for rounds again.

Zhou Ze was waiting leisurely. He had fought Zeng Nongfu for three rounds after all. When things came to a head, he couldn't possibly lose his composure.

The door of the ward,

was opened.

When the door touched the wall behind it,

the entire ward seemed to stretch out at this moment.

The not-so-large ward instantly became boundless.

On the ground,

it was lush and green,

all around,

there were small bridges and flowing water,

in the sky,

there were no clouds for ten thousand miles, a clear blue.

Gentle sunlight, warm breeze, faint fragrance of gardenias.

This was perhaps a paradise on earth tailored for humans, everything was natural and without any traces of carving.

It was just that,

the hospital bed beneath them was still telling the three of them,

there,

there was a problem.

"Mom, there's a ghost in the hospital, Boss."

Lao Dao exclaimed.

As Lao Dao, who often saw pigs running, naturally knew what the change at this moment meant, but his imagination was only limited to ghosts.

Above the sky,

a solemn voice came at this moment,

but this voice would not make people feel fear,

but could make people feel extremely close, as if the source of the voice was their true home.

"If everyone in the world is a Buddha, then there is no Buddha in the world;

if there is no Buddha in the world, then the people of the world will waste their lives;

the Buddha is boundless, the Buddha is endless, the Buddha is formless,

the end of all things and all laws is the Buddha."

In the distance,

by the stream,

a monk wearing a tattered kasaya (Buddhist robe) was standing there,

facing the direction of Zhou Ze and the others.

On his face,

the golden mask shone in the sunlight.

The pressure at this moment,

was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami,

and the position where the three of them were,

was like a small boat in the sea of Buddha, which could be annihilated at any time.

The little monk exuded a peaceful temperament,

as if he was meeting an old friend,

his hands clasped together,

and he said sincerely:

"Amitabha."