This prince is a little sweet

At this time, it was raining and snowing in the mountain temple, Jingkong heard the words and didn't answer, he was dressed in white and fluttered in the cold wind.

Slowly, he let out a breath, and then thought of something, he bent his lips and smiled lightly, and said: "Hou Ye's life is like morning dew, and it should disappear. It's a big dream, why is it cool in autumn? Late... late..."

Xiao Heng narrowed his eyes and supported Xie Yuan to stand up.

His figure swayed slightly, and there was a hint of unwillingness in his brows. Childhood memories gradually appeared before his eyes, and as the voice and smile of the old man gradually became clear, the pain of losing his father, mother, and brother when he was young flooded him again. hit.

At this moment, he looked like a cornered animal, his mind kept rumbling, and he was sweating all over in an instant.

Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, reached out and grabbed Qing Kong's collar, and pulled him in front of him, his tone was flabbergasted, but his expression was almost stern and said: "Say...who told you this? ?”

However, the moment Xiao Heng pulled Jing Kong over, he clearly saw a trace of blood slowly flowing from the corner of Jing Kong's mouth.

Miaoxu was shocked, wanted to go forward but dared not, so she anxiously shouted: "Master!"

Xiao Heng's eyes ached from the bright red blood dripping, and he realized that at some time, a silver needle as thin as a hair appeared on Jing Kong's head, which happened to be stuck on the xué.

A trace of fear surfaced in Xiao Heng's heart, he panted heavily, and suddenly pushed away the clear space, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Xie Yuan also panicked, and asked with some fear: "This is... what's going on?"

Sitting slumped on the futon, Qing Kong let out a sad and desolate smile, and said, "Don't be surprised, little benefactor... The old monk's fate has come, and I don't blame anyone today. I deserved to pass away..."

He coughed heavily, shrugged his shoulders, turned to Xiao Heng and continued: "Master Hou... this old man has already told you everything I know... If Master Hou really wants to live... I can help you." Lord Hou pointed out a clear path...Xu Jitang's daughter-in-law was taken captive to Jiulongzhai a few days ago...If Lord Hou can rescue her...then naturally know the solution to this chalcedony Gu..."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly opened his dull eyes that were slowly closed, and said: "Master Hou... I actually know... Now that I know the name of this Gu worm, Yuejiangu will definitely be able to find it for Master Hou." A good prescription... But, Master Hou asked his heart... which of these two roads should he choose... so that he can feel at ease..."

The last sentence seemed to have exhausted all the strength of the clearance, he finally couldn't support his body, and fell to the ground with a "boom".Miaoxu rushed over to support him, and after testing his breathing, Miaoxu said with trembling hands, "Amitabha...Master...has passed away."

Xiao Heng covered his painful heart, without even looking at the empty space lying on the ground, he turned around and put on his cloak, and said in a hoarse and unquestionable voice: "A Yuan, let's go."

The author has something to say: It's a big dream, but why is it cool in autumn?

Used from:

Su Shi's "Moon on the West River: A Big Dream in the World"

The world is a big dream, how often is life cool?At night, the wind and leaves are already singing in the corridor, look at the brows and temples.

The wine is cheap and there are few customers, and the moonlight is often hindered by clouds.Who will share the lonely light during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and look to the north sadly.

☆, miss you

The night was getting dark, and the pale moon shrouded the ancient temple in the mountains.Green pines and verdant cypresses, cornices and corners are all covered under the heavy snow at this time. Looking from a distance, Yushan is winding and lying, with occasional fireflies flickering in the white snow, but it is instantly engulfed by thousands of miles of ice. .

In Qingmen Temple, Xiao Heng was holding back his stomach full of anger, and walked out of the Buddhist hall just now without looking back. When he passed by the main hall, he happened to see a kind-eyed golden Buddha smiling at him. Xiao Heng couldn't bear it. Zhu lived in the past and kicked her feet hard, and said bitterly: "This clearance is really full, and now you are still thinking of plotting me to take care of those bad things, Xu Jitang's daughter-in-law is related to me by a few taels of silver, Fortunately, he had the nerve to say it."

Xie Yuan held up an umbrella, hurriedly rushed up from behind, panting heavily, while protecting Xiao Heng under the umbrella.

The boy who went up the mountain with them had been waiting at the gate for several hours. His legs were sore and his neck was sore. When he saw Xiao Heng finally came out, he was overjoyed and rushed to meet him.

He just wanted to flatter Xiao Heng with a flattering smile, and hurriedly lulled Xiao Heng back, but when he saw his livid face, he quickly swallowed his saliva in panic, and asked cautiously: "Master Hou...what's the matter?" gone?"

As he said that, the young servant managed to take a photo with the palace lantern in his hand, but Xiao Heng gave him a hard look.

He couldn't help crying inwardly, it was probably because the group of fortune-telling monks in the temple were not very good at talking, which made Xiao Heng angry like this.

Thinking of this, he quickly widened his eyes, and said angrily: "It must be that these demon monks are talking nonsense again! You don't have to listen to their nonsense, Lord Hou, you have great blessings, and auspicious people have their own celestial features. , Guangzong Yaozu."

Xiao Heng sneered, and said in a strange way: "Look at what you said, those of my ancestors, if they know that I am now prosperous in official career, maybe the coffin board will not be able to hold it down."