The carriage soon arrived at the Hanging Ji Temple, Gu Zhirong and his party sat in the wing room for a while, and the clear space soon came, he knew Gu Zhirong's intention, and casually lifted a wooden box beside him, leading them to the back mountain behind the temple.

Mingyue Lushui took the incense, candles, paper money and some offerings, and followed the clear space from the back mountain along the mountain road with stone steps to go up, about half an hour later, and arrived at the top of the mountain. It was autumn, and the mountain was still green, with strange rocks and old pines all over the mountain. Standing on the top of the mountain and looking down, the whole of the capital is at your feet, and it is a good place to enjoy the scenery.

Perhaps because of the high terrain, there are very few people who go up to the top of the mountain, so everything around this area has no trace of artificiality.

In front of a continuous line of old pines, there is a small clearing. In the clearing, there is a mound in the shape of a grave with a stone tablet. Gu Zhirong glanced at the clear space, and the clear space nodded: "This is it." ”

At this time, a person turned out from behind the old pine. This person was dressed as a nun, dressed in a gray robe, wearing a gray hat, with a solemn expression, slowly walked to the stele and stood still, slowly bent down, and stroked the cold tombstone with both hands, as if he was already stupid.

Mingyue and Lu Shui glanced at each other, although the person in front of them was so thin that he was described, his cheeks seemed to have been shaved off, his eye sockets were deep, and the blue tendons on his neck were bursting, but they still recognized it, it was Aunt Xia, the mother of Miss Seven who was sent to the empty door last year!

Gu Zhirong walked over and gently patted the nun's thin shoulder: "This master." Please mourn. ”

Aunt Xia raised her head, glanced at Gu Zhirong deeply, and said gratefully, "The donor has a heart." If Phil Izumi knows, I will definitely appreciate you. ”

Gu Zhirong helped Aunt Xia up, and said sincerely, "Don't say that, I have a game with my seventh sister and sister, and when I was in the house, I was also taken care of by my seventh sister." Now that she's gone, I can't let her go away with such hatred. Today is her death day, so I'm coming to see her and giving her a big gift by the way. ”

After speaking. She glanced at the clear sky, and opened the wooden box that had been brought up the mountain, and took out a urn of ashes from it.

Aunt Xia was puzzled: "This is ......"

Gu Zhirong said with a solemn expression: "Seventh sister in her life. I've only liked one person. That is Dong Xiucai, the son of the Dong family, but it is a pity that the seventh sister was forced to marry away from home, unbearable humiliation, committed suicide by taking poison, and fell in love with her, and did not hesitate to risk her life, Dong Xiucai, who went to find her, was also poisoned. Zombie Wilderness. This is Dong Xiucai's ashes, I think the seventh sister swore to be with him before her death. Now I'm afraid that I also want to be buried with Dong Xiucai. ”

Everyone knows that when a person dies, everything is empty. This is just a consolation for the living.

Aunt Xia's lips trembled, and she looked at Gu Zhirong speechless: "Fifth Miss......"

Gu Zhirong stretched out his hand, shook her hand hard, and said with high spirits: "Don't worry, as the saying goes, good is rewarded with good, evil is rewarded with evil, it's not that you don't report it, the time has not come? What happened in the Great General's Mansion not long ago, isn't it retribution?"

Aunt Xia was stunned suddenly, and seemed to understand something. She bent down slightly, and was about to kneel down towards Gu Zhirong.

Gu Zhirong hurriedly helped her up: "Don't worry, the seventh sister is my good sister, I won't ignore her death." ”

Aunt Xia closed her eyes, and a line of tears flowed down: "Fei'er has a good sister like you, and death is worth it." ”

Jingkong took a shovel and began to start the grave, putting Dong Xiucai's ashes in it. Gu Zhirong stroked the jade bracelet he was wearing on his wrist, which was the only valuable thing that Miss Seven gave him before her death. She took off the jade bracelet and put it in the tomb, and recited silently in her heart: "Seventh sister, may you and Dong Xiucai ascend to bliss together." ”

Then, let the clearance cover the soil again, and replace the stele stone. Finally, make offerings and pay respects. Aunt Xia couldn't stay long, so she hurried down the mountain. And Gu Zhirong Jingkong and the others finished their work, and they also turned back to Hangji Temple together.

Since Gu Zhirong took out the medical book that killed Cai Qing's life from the library pavilion and threw it to Master Mingkong. Since then, she has rarely seen Mingkong, her titular master, after all, there is a stalk stuck in her heart.

As for Mingkong, as if nothing had happened at all, he seized an opportunity to stuff the book to her like an old naughty boy, and said, "You borrowed this book, you can't give it to me, it's so unruly." Besides, the books in the palace may be returned by people, and then you will come to me again, how troublesome it is. ”

Gu Zhirong was speechless for a long time, and said in his heart, this old monk is really cunning.

Strange to say, since she had returned from the palace for so long, no one had really asked her for this book. She thought, Qingwan, the old palace maid, is a very responsible person, plus this book is so special, there are few people who can borrow it, so even if those borrowing records are burned, Qingyuan must remember that she borrowed this book.

However, Qingyuan is a good person, and once said that this book is allowed to be borrowed by her, which is equivalent to borrowing this book indefinitely.

Speaking of this book, Gu Zhirong is really a little moved. The predecessor must have exhausted his life's energy to integrate ancient and modern medical skills to create this huge book that moves the world and weeps ghosts and gods. Even if she escapes from the Yuanning Marquis Mansion in the future, she can rely on this book to come back to life, and live with the same fine clothes and food, and the scenery is infinite.

Despite loving and hating this book, Gu Zhirong still put it away carefully. Anyway, this was all Cai Qing exchanged for his life, so he casually gave it to the old monk Mingkong, and it was indeed a little too cheap for him.

Coming out of the bright sky meditation room, as soon as I took a breath of fresh air, I heard a crisp children's voice: "Sister, sister, you are also here." ”

In front of me, I don't know when I ran over a baby fat who was about eight or nine years old, with two bags of buns, pink lotus silk scarves and satin, and was born very Zhouzheng, with some fleshy baby fat on both cheeks. As soon as he saw Gu Zhirong, he spread his feet and ran over, and immediately threw himself into Gu Zhirong's arms.

Gu Zhirong rubbed the fluffy little head in his arms, seeing this delicate eyebrows, he always felt that the little girl in front of him was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while.

Seeing that Gu Zhirong didn't recognize herself for a while, the little girl was not angry, raised her head, looked at her with crooked eyebrows, and reminded: "Sister, do you really not remember me? I'm Zhang Qian'er." That time, there was an accident in the palace, I was hit by someone, my foot was injured, I couldn't walk, it was my sister who personally helped me with medicine and helped me treat my foot injury. Sister, don't you remember?"

Gu Zhirong looked at the little girl more seriously, and couldn't help laughing: "Zhang Qian'er, it's really you little girl." Why did you come to this temple by yourself?"

The little girl pouted, "Sister, what are you talking about, I didn't come here to play by myself." I followed my mother here to make incense. My mother said that I had to thank God for picking up my life, so I had to go to the temple more often to offer incense and pray for my family. ”

At this moment, there were calls one after another not far away: "Qian'er, where are you? This kid, where did you run away in a blink of an eye?" (to be continued......)