For the next three days, except for silent tears and faint breathing to prove that she was still alive, Yin Suwen did not say a word, refused to eat, and did not even change the posture of sitting against the wall.

Her complexion gradually turned from the pale of excessive blood loss to a lifeless grayish white, her chapped lips were not dripping, only occasionally trembling slightly, and even the sound of difficult breathing began to become intermittent and no longer steady, but she still held the half of the jade pendant tightly in her hand.

In just a few days, she looked terribly haggard, like a dying person. Xin Che quietly took away the cold food every day and replaced it with heat, he never said a word, but there was a faint gloomy look between his eyebrows.

The unique double luan jade pendant of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the full force of martial law inside and outside the palace, the large number of people dispatched at the same time by the Yin and Zhang families under the pretext of emergency tolerance, the desperate look of the woman in front of him, and even the rumors that can be seen everywhere made Xin Che vaguely realize that one of his good intentions seemed to involve too much trouble, and those Hongchen people that he had never avoided before. And the sleeping woman in front of her should be Yin Suwen, the eldest lady of Shangyuan Mansion who is looking for her best in the city.

Although Xinche is young and has a high position in the temple, he rarely goes out of the temple on weekdays, and he knows very little about the secular people outside the mountain outside the temple. If it weren't for the deterioration of the old abbot's health in recent days, as the next head, he would have to personally handle the affairs of the temple and the need to enter the world, and now he would not have saved the injured Yin Suwen by mistake, let alone identify the identity of the other party so easily.

On the eve of going down the mountain, someone from the government came to the temple to ask if they had received a female guest from the mountain, accompanied by a personal maid with a crying face. Although Yunju Temple is located in the deep mountains, it is quite famous, and there are not a few male and female pilgrims every day, and Xin Che has not seen the Miss Yin who came to pray for blessings and burn incense a few days ago in their mouths, but can only tell the truth. But now, this young lady in front of him really made it difficult for him.

Saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, he did not hesitate to save Yin Suwen in the wind and snow, and temporarily placed her here because of her injuries. The original intention was to send her back to the mountain as soon as possible after healing, but she didn't want the other party to be the loveless appearance in front of her, and the medicine given for a few days was obviously bent on death, and it was too late to let her go down the mountain alone and inevitably return.

He didn't care about life and death, but it was limited to himself. Life is not happy or death, life is just a reincarnation, he will choose to go with the flow, but they can't be so free. They, the thousands of believers who once knelt in front of the Buddha and kowtowed their heads to pray, they sought to live and avoid death, to avoid all suffering. Therefore, as a monk, I always think that I have such a responsibility to fulfill my wishes for them. It's just that Xinche, who only has Buddhist scriptures as his companion in life, rarely deals with others, and he doesn't know how to get along with such a stubborn woman, so he was a little caught off guard for a while.

"Mother, mother"

Yin Suwen fell into a brief coma again, as if he saw his long-dead mother in that miserable illusion.

"Mother, don't go! Don't go! Su Su is so scared alone, they don't want me, they don't want me・・・・・・"

"Donor, wake up!"

Xin Che still turned back after thinking about it for a long time at the entrance of the cave, and he couldn't see death without saving him after all.

Her forehead was hot but her pulse was very weak, and the pleading look on her face seemed to have returned to the day of Mrs. Yin's death, a lonely little girl, with scars all over her body.

"Miss Yin, Miss Yin, wake up! Don't sleep! ”

Regardless of the male and female defenses, Yin Suwen was held in his arms, forcibly poured a bowl of hot herbal juice into her mouth, and held her cold hand tightly, and used his strength to cross his true qi and temperature. After repeating this several times, I finally saw her wake up in a heart-rending cough.

"Please, don't save me again!"

The first thing she said was to beg Xinche to give up on her, and her weak voice was like a plea for a final relief.

Seeing that she was alive but had no will to survive, Xinche's face returned to its original calm, and when he draped his coat over her, he dragged her up and forcibly pulled her to the entrance of the cave.

"The wind before dawn is cold and biting, and it is the most suitable for people in the world to wake up or wake up from their dreams. Men and women love is a grand feast, inviting you to come, the lush and fragrant flowers and wine everywhere make you intoxicated, and you will smile at the corners of your mouth after deep sleep. Until one day I can be woken up by the pain, I realize that yesterday was just a dream, like a nightmare and absurd story, and the end is only full of lonely graves and endless desolation. It's just that some people escaped, while others were willing to drown themselves and sleep with their dreams. Whether you want to escape or drown yourself has nothing to do with the poor monks, it's just that this act of suicide doesn't have to be in front of my eyes, and it is in vain to waste a piece of Buddha's Pudu heart. ”

He doesn't like to talk, but it's rare to take such a long time. It was he who saved her between life and death, and no matter what, he could never watch her do this to herself.

Xinche's tone was still flat, and he shook his hand away without panicking, but Yin Suwen left a deep finger mark on his wrist.

"Oh, Buddha heart. Does a Buddha have a mind? Do you have a heart? Does everyone have a heart? ”

"Everything has a heart."

"If you had a heart, would it hurt? If you have a heart, have you ever loved someone with your heart? Tell me if it's worth it? ”

Yin Suwen's expression was sad but he asked one sentence at a time, and staggered all the way to the rock wall and chased to Xinche's side. When she crossed the fire, the ribbon at the corner of her skirt was instantly swallowed by the flames, but fortunately, Xinche quickly grabbed her over, and a sharp stone quickly popped out between her fingers to cut off the burning skirt.

"Don't run around, danger!"

For the first time, there was a flash of anxiety in his voice. This woman screamed blood as if she was about to go crazy, not afraid of fire and water, not afraid of life and death.

"No, nothing. Crazy to pay wrong, my ten years, after all, is just a void. ”

"You're going to have a lot of decades to go."

"No, it doesn't need to, it hurts."

Yin Suwen never thought that one day he would talk to a strange monk about such a sad affair; Xinche never thought that one day she would meet such a sad woman and her heart-eating pain.

He had never loved anyone deeply, and although he had always thought that he loved the whole world, he didn't know how to answer the question of whether it was worth it, so he could only gently push away the sobbing person in his arms and walk away. It was quiet for a long time, and only Yin Suwen's muttering voice remained. "Yes, you are a monk, how can you know such pain?"