Cold, so cold...... Joan felt as if she was in an ice cellar, her whole body was frozen, and her blood was about to coagulate!

"How can this be?" Jiang Wanwan's voice was full of tears, and she leaned on Zhou Yuyu's arms. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info watched Xiao Qing follow Uncle Clan to treat Qiao An.

Zhou Yuyu was the first to wake up, and after he woke up Jiang Wanwan and Xiao Qing one after another, he found Qiao An not far from them. Her face was pale and gray, and Yin Tang was black, with a hint of death. Xiao Qing took out the talisman paper and pasted it on her forehead, sealed the land again, and the three of them hurriedly took Qiao An back to Xiao Qing's house.

Seven days have passed, and Joan is still unconscious.

During this period, the people of the Xiao family went to the east forest of their school, where there was indeed a thick yin qi and resentment, and it also seemed to be a scene of a fight, and after clearing the resentment, no evil ghosts were found around. The people of the Xiao family thought that they were probably cleaned up by the seniors who passed by.

"Where is this?" Joan's eyes opened slightly, it was not a hospital, but a strange place.

"An, you're awake, we're at Xiao Qing's house now. Jiang Wanwan said in surprise, "Xiao Qing, wake up." She hugged Joan, "It's all right, the demon has been removed." ”

Qiao An's body froze, and her gaze crossed Jiang Wanwan and fell on Xiao Qing, "Don't worry, that ghost is gone." Xiao Qing's eyes were puzzled, "You have lost a lot of essence and blood." ”

Qiao An lowered her eyes, "It's just a little bit of ambiguity." "Liang Xiaosheng, is he destined to die?

Xiao Qing was surprised, but he was relieved when he thought about the cause and effect, otherwise the enchantment around them, as well as Qiao An's symptoms of being infused by yin qi after his spiritual power was exhausted, would not be clear.

After Qiao An woke up, she went back to school with Jiang Wanwan, except that Zhou Yuyu was with them most of the time 24 hours a day, life seemed to be no different.

Jiang Wanwan found that Qiao An likes to go to the temple, and on weekends and holidays, as long as she has free time, Qiao An has to go to the temple to visit. She said she was atoning for her sins.

"Jizo Sutra", "Great Light Sutra", "White-clothed Guanyin Sutra", ...... These super-rich books fill Joan's bookshelf. Jiang Wanwan wanted to speak and stopped, although Qiao An was not like before, and she did not behave out of line, but she could feel that Qiao An's feelings had faded.

The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are like poems and paintings. Closing the umbrella, Joan leaned against the pillar outside the side hall of the Shaking Light Temple. The raindrops were strung together into a curtain of beads, obscuring the color of the distant mountains.

Joan was a little distracted, "...... Xiaosheng. She held the jade pendant around her neck, which was lying beside her that day, picked up by Jiang Wanwan, and returned to her later.

Zimo Hongchen suddenly looked back. how many spring flowers and autumn moons; how much agarwood has passed away; How many vows and mountains, such as the scenery along the way flowers blooming. How many wordless emotions have been touched by the love in the world, and how many reunions and separations have been blown away by the wind of deep and shallow love. The flowers bloom with affection, and the flowers fall unintentionally. Those who come meet in Pingshui, and those who go forget each other. At the time of origin, I saw you in the crowd. When fate is extinguished, you disappear into the crowd. ”

Joan turned, "Master Fu'an." She folded her hands and bowed.

Master Fu'an smiled and nodded your head, with compassion in his eyes. "Donor, can you borrow jade and take a look at the old man. Qiao An hesitated for a moment before nodding, untied the jade from his neck, and put it in Master Fu'an's hands.

"Hum Ah Menga Wei Lu Chana Maham De Ramani Pa De Majie Wa Na Pa Lawa Lu Da Ya "Master Fu'an clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures in his mouth, as if the Buddha had come to the world, peaceful and holy.

"Amitabha. Master Fu'an returned the jade to Qiao An, and left quietly without waiting for Qiao An to ask anything. Qiao comforted the warm jade, and suddenly his heart cleared, and he bowed in the direction that Master Fu'an left.