Chapter 114 Tears of Angel
As he was talking and laughing, the angel flew over again. It seemed that his work had been done.
"Well, tell the story of fighting with evil spirits." Angelus cutely crossed two small hands and sat on the head of a believer in the front row. That believer would be very lucky.
"This is..." Aken is naturally a master storyteller. Zhang Fan and Aken's experience last night is already very wonderful without adding fuel and vinegar. After Aken's artistic processing, it is even more ups and downs and fascinating.
The little angel was intoxicated, and a pair of small wings kept flapping: "What happened later? How's the poor mother?
"I don't know, I also want to know." Aken spread out his hands and said with embarrassment.
"Then let's go and have a look. Maybe Angelus can help?" The little angel looks very interested.
Aken took a look at Zhang Fan and nodded. Well, we also hope that the poor mother will rest in peace.
Seeing that the green wing had no intention of waking up, they quietly left the little angel and went back to the hospital.
Driven by the little angel, Zhang Fan and Aken seem to walk directly between reality and the spiritual world, and the real hospital and the spiritual world hospital alternately appeared in front of them. Along the way, a familiar person did not greet Zhang Fan, which saved a lot of trouble.
The two took angels straight to the top floor of the intensive care ward building, but this was a scene of the broken spiritual world. The broken wall still tragically told them the tragedy at that time!
The meritorious ghost still guarded a group of baby souls wandering on the roof, and the baby souls still cried. The baby soul that lost the sustenance of the body is very painful, but it can't leave. The meritorious ghost picked up this and made trouble again. She seemed to be happy, but she temporarily forgot the pain of losing her baby.
"Poor mother!" The little angel Angel Nuris flew out from behind Zhang Fan and flew towards the meritorious ghost.
"Mom, I'm here!" The little angel called softly.
The soft cry was like thunder in the ears of the meritorious ghost. The meritorious ghost left the baby's soul, looked around, and shouted: "Baby, baby, my baby, where are you? Mom is here!"
"Mom, I live here!" The little angel danced around the meritorious ghost, and the fat little hand reached out to the meritorious ghost.
"Baby, mom is here!" The meritorious ghost stretched out his hands and hugged the little angel. Tears slipped out of his eyes.
"Oh, ghosts will also shed tears?" Aken pointed to a tear that was slowly flying and said in surprise.
The little angel guided the meritorious ghost to circle and soar, chanting the holy song in his mouth, a piece of light sprinkled on the ghost, and all the broken flowers bloomed with a faint golden light. Countless golden vines are wrapped in ghosts dotted with flowers and grow rapidly into the sky! Even Zhang Fan Aken's spiritual body was bathed in this white holy light, and his heart was full of warmth and joy.
In the light, the baby's soul found his destination with the hymn and dispersed.
The little angel smiled and led the meritorious ghost to fly around in the light, rising in the white halo, the holy song was faint, and countless smallpox fell. Two drops of pale golden tears slipped from the corners of the little angel's eyes and floated to Zhang Fan Aken.
"Tears of Angels!" Aken exclaimed. Reaching out his hand and gently holding a tear, he was careful for fear of breaking it. Legend has it that it can cure all wounds.
Zhang Fan gently held a pale golden tear in his hand and bowed his head to meditate.
"How can we put it away?" Aken pinched his tears and found that they were actually very tough. You can't just keep it in your pocket, can you?
"What comes from the eyes is naturally put into the eyes." Zhang Fan smiled faintly and put tears into his right eye. The tears really gently melted into his eyes.
"Where are the tears of the meritorious ghost, do you also put them in your eyes?" Aken smiled and pointed to the tears that slowly drifted. Then he put the angel's tears into his left eye.
"When!" With a sound, Zhang Fan rolled over a glass test tube with a plug at his feet, and Zhang Fan picked it up doubtfully. Is this?" The glass wall and plug of the test tube are covered with faint red runes.
"Who is helping us?" Zhang Fan asked loudly. No one responded.
I only see that the runes on the test tube are somewhat similar to theshe ling fu, that is, the runes on the low-level seal charm, but the test tube are much more complicated! Akan took the test tube and said, "Maybe it can be used to hold this tear."
Aken tried to pull out the test tube plug, run his spiritual power, and burst into tears. Sure enough, the tears of the merit ghost were sucked into the test tube and slowly rotated in it. Aken quickly covered the plug and shook it in the air. Looking at the ripples of ghost tears, he was very happy.
Zhang Fan thanked the people around him, and Aken also bowed repeatedly and thanked him: "Thank you, any master, please say hello!"
A figure stood at the nurse's station on the top floor of the intensive care unit, but the nurse beside him fell asleep. That figure is an acquaintance, which is the thousand-year-old beauty - Huang Xiaoxian.
"If you don't make people worry, you don't have the ability to do anything, just dare to touch this big Weide ghost! If the Black Tiger hadn't told me, where did you live last night?" Huang Xiaoxian was dressed in a nurse's uniform and stood at the nurse's station in the real world. His eyes penetrated yin and yang. He looked at Zhang Fan Aken in the spiritual world and muttered to himself. But I didn't expect that the girl really has a great history..."
"I didn't expect these two living treasures, but they were also smart. They could actually deceive the angels, and they were really happy and could surpass this great ghost. Such a rare opportunity, why don't you two go and have a look? I'll give you a ride!" Huang Xiaoxian muttered, suddenly took a deep breath, encouraged her sexy lips, and tried her best to blow...
Zhang Fan Aken was looking around when suddenly a strange wind hit him. Their heels were unstable and they were blown into the air.
Zhang Fan and Aken followed the little angels and meritorious ghosts far away and floated together to the bright sky illuminated by the holy light in the spiritual world.
The high sky of the spiritual world, the aweathed wind, with a sad roar, blowing, combing the sky of the spiritual world like a sharp blade. Outside the holy light, countless pathetic spiritual bodies were blown away by this terrible wind, scattered and compounded, and blown away again, so back and forth! Suffering from boundless suffering!
But the three spirits of Angel Noris and Meritorious Ghost, Zhang Fan and Aken in the holy light are not affected. I don't know how high it has risen, and the sad wind suddenly calmed down, as if the wind that has just passed has never existed! What appeared in front of him was a thick cloud, like a real spirit cloud! The light is shining above the spiritual clouds!
A tall and simple fence door wrapped with golden dragonfly appeared in front of me. The flowers in the door are brocade, the ancient trees are shaded, the columns are winding, and the palace is brilliant. Several spirits are wandering outside the door.
The little angel came to the door of the gorgeous garden with the meritorious ghost and turned around and told the meritorious ghost to wait here. However, it seemed that they did not see Zhang Fan Aken who followed him from afar. The two also came nearby and stood outside the garden gate to watch.
Guided by the little angel Angel Nuris, her mind gradually recovered, returned to her kind and helpless original face, and submissively agreed.
The little angel flew close to the garden gate and rang a delicate clock on the door. The pleasant and cool bell soothed the soul of the spirit outside the door and gave it peace.
Not long after, an archangel opened the door and came out. The angel's golden curly hair, holding the moon-like beautiful face, ivory-white skin, emitting holy light, light golden robe, wrapped in a graceful posture, round and beautiful shoulders, closed a pair of swan-like beautiful wings.
"Diligent Angelus, do you call me to play in the garden of heaven?" The archangel's face was filled with a pure smile, and the melodious voice was like a sound and an aria of the harp.
"Faithful Olivia, I'm not here to play. Today, Angelnoris finished his work and guided a lost lamb to his father's garden."
"Oh? Diligent Angeleus, you have brought the lost spirit. But to enter this 'garden of heaven', it is a gift that needs to be presented. Did he bring it?"
"Of course, she brought a gift, which must be able to open the door of the 'Garden of Heaven' for her and satisfy the loyal Olivia. Even the almighting father will be gratified when he sees the gift.
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Such as the two angels talk here, the few spiritual bodies outside the 'Garden of Heaven' also communicate freely.
"Hey, that newcomer, how did you get here?" A spiritual body with slippers, shorts and sweatshirts and a sloppy casual dress at home asked casually.
The meritorious ghost was shocked when he heard it: "Are you asking me? I don't know. I followed the child.
The unkempt and sloppy guy was very bored and asked, "Then what do you do?"
"I'm a nurse. What place is this?" The meritorious ghost asked carefully.
"This is the 'garden of heaven'. You can't enter here casually." The sloppy ghost said mysteriously, "You have to prepare gifts to enter this garden!"
"I didn't bring anything." The meritorious ghost took out the pocket of the nurse's uniform, which was empty.
"Oh, it's not an ordinary thing, it's about the achievements you made before you were alive! Ordinary things are useless. Only those who have made great achievements in their lifetime can come in. A seemingly shrewd spiritual body in a suit next to him replied.
"I'm just an ordinary nurse. I haven't done much." The meritorious ghost was a little weak. "It seems that I can't get in."
"It's just a nurse. If you are a famous doctor, it's almost the same." The sloppy man was a little disdainful: "If it's a famous doctor, what major surgery he did and published any paper before his death, it's almost the same. There was a brain surgeon in front of him. He invented an innovative brain surgery before his death and went in.