When night fell, Wang Yao coughed non-stop, and sometimes a small amount of blood coughed up, it seemed that she was not lightly ill and lay on the bed. The maid Qiuyue squatted outside the door to boil medicine for Wang Yao, the smoke was rising, and she picked up the pu fan next to her and fanned the wind, so that a slight fire rose. Seeing this, I added some firewood, and the medicine in the medicine jar began to boil, and then the Chinese medicine in the medicine jar was poured into the bowl. The boiled medicine was brought into Wang Yao's bedroom.

"Madam, the medicine is ready, get up and take the medicine," Wang Yao sat up at this time, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and his eyes were slightly open, "Put the medicine next to you." ”

At this time, the maid Qiuyue's eyes kept looking behind Wang Yao, and her facial expression showed such a frightened look, she was suddenly startled, and the medicine bowl fell to the ground. She didn't know what she saw, but she exhaled in surprise, "There is a ghost behind her," and then she looked confused, and then went crazy, obviously she saw something she shouldn't see, so she was so frightened, and then the garden began to spread that Mrs. Wang's sudden illness was haunted by ghosts, and there was a sense of gloomy wind when she walked into her bedroom, which made people shudder.

Two days later, Taigong and his grandson Guozhi arrived in Henan, found an inn in Dengfeng, Zhengzhou, settled down temporarily, and began to climb Shaomu Mountain early tomorrow morning, and stayed here for one night today. Seeing that the sky is getting late, the sun is setting, the sky is dark, sometimes late at night, the wind is continuous, and the oblique rain drifts into the windowsill. Mrs. Wang Yao lay on the bed and listened to the sound of drizzle outside the window. The autumn breeze was slightly cool, and the heart was as damp and cold as the weather, and the room was slightly dark, except for a candle, the glimmer of which was sometimes dark and sometimes bright. Mrs. Wang Yao leaned on the bed alone, looking out the window at the drizzle, tears slowly flowing. The candlelight in front of the bed dimmed, and the tiny candle flame gradually went out at the end, and the green smoke rose.

A maid passed by Wang Yao's room, saw that the room was pitch black, and there was no movement, her ears were pressed between the doors, as if there was a faint voice coming out of the room, and pushed the door open. The two doors opened slowly, the maid stepped in very carefully with a lantern, and slowly walked to Wang Yao's bed, the light shone up, and saw Wang Yao lying on the bed, his facial skin was tight, his eyes were bloodshot and wide, looking directly out of the door, his mouth was open and he couldn't speak, the faint breath seemed to be about to be swallowed, and his five fingers were stretched out. At this time, the maid was so frightened that she ran out in a panic and went straight to Mrs. Tai's room.

"Mrs., it's not good," the maid's expression was very flustered at this time.

"What's going on? Say it. ”

"Mrs. Wang is dying, go and take a look."

Mrs. Tai hurriedly got up, reached out and took the crutches next to her, and said hurriedly, "Take the old man quickly," Mrs. Tai called the maid Chunxiang when she walked out of her room, and said, "Chunxiang, come here." ”

The maid Chunxiang stepped forward and said, "Mrs. Tai, what do you command?" ”

"Go and ask Lang Zhong."

"Yes, the slave and maid will go," the maid Haruka ran out of Mrs. Tai's room, and Mrs. Tai then walked out, holding on to her crutches, and her steps were very hurried. The pace of the people is even more messy. Mrs. Tai walked into Mrs. Wang's room, stood in front of the bed, and said, "Daughter-in-law, yesterday was still fine, and there are signs of improvement, what is wrong with you today?" Madame Wang's eyes were still wide, looking straight out of the door, her breathing was weak, and she couldn't speak.

Mrs. Tai looked at her round eyes, looked back at the gate, and Mrs. Wang stretched out her finger and pointed at the gate. Mrs. Tai's eyes kept looking out of the gate, but she saw nothing, and outside the gate was the dark night, and there was a non-stop drizzle.

"Daughter-in-law, what do you see?" Mrs. Tai turned to look at Mrs. Wang and said.

Mrs. Wang's fingers fell, her eyes rolled, and her muscles trembled continuously.

"Sister, why did you go like this," who else is so mournful? Mrs. Chen went straight to Mrs. Wang's room. Mrs. Tai looked at Mrs. Chen and said very seriously: "Okay, don't cry here." ”

Mrs. Chen quietly stepped aside and stood aside.

The maid Haruka ran out onto the street, stood in front of the door of a pharmacy, and knocked on the door. Then he invited Lang Zhong and hurriedly entered Mrs. Wang's room. Mrs. Tai stood up and said, "Doctor Qiu." ”

"Well, let's all get out."

Mrs. Tai and the subordinates both exited the room, and Lang Zhong moved a stool to sit down and check Mrs. Wang's pulse. At this time, Mrs. Wang's pulse was already very weak, Lang Zhong lowered his head and shook his head, sighing, it seems that the situation is not optimistic. Walking out of the room slowly, Mrs. Tai stepped forward and asked urgently, "How is my daughter-in-law?" ”

"I've done my best, it seems that Mrs. Wang can't survive tonight, you better prepare for her," Lang Zhong sighed.

Mrs. Tai's eyes were suddenly glazed, and her mind shook and took a few steps back, Mrs. Chen stepped forward to support Mrs. Tai and said, "Mother-in-law." ”

Mrs. Tai pushed Mrs. Chen away and said, "The old body is fine," and then called Gou Cai and said, "Quickly lead Lang Zhong to the account room to get some silver taels." ”

Mrs. Wang passed away in the early hours of the morning at the age of Chinese New Year's Eve. At this time, He Yuan was crying and crying, and Mrs. Wang's room was full of white. Only Mrs. Wang was lying on the bed very quietly, covered her face with a white sand cloth, and the breeze blew the white silk, which looked a little cool.

Shaomuro Mountain, the mountain is steep and steep, and strange peaks and strange views abound. The sun rises in the east, reflecting the clouds and mist among the red mountains, sometimes calm and sometimes rolling. Taigong led the country to climb the Shaomuro Mountain, walked across the pontoon bridge, stood in the middle of the bridge gate, looked back, the pontoon bridge is linked between the two peaks, especially spectacular. Standing in front of the gate of Shaolin Temple, such a thousand-year-old temple has now become so deserted, without the glory of the day. This may be the result of the suppression of the Shaolin Temple by the emperors of the Qing Dynasty. At the beginning of the Qing Dynasty, there was such a rumor about this Shaolin Temple, saying that the abbot of Shaolin Temple harbored anti-Qing Dynasty anti-Ming anti-thieves, after these anti-thieves were exterminated, at the same time Shaolin Temple was also greatly suppressed, so far today's situation, there is no abbot in the temple, only travel around the four directions or rely on a few acres of land or donate some sesame oil money to make a living.

Taigong stood in front of the gate, and Guozhi stood behind Taigong, very quiet. The Taigong who was standing in front hesitated for a while and stretched out his hand to knock on the temple door, and it was a little monk who stepped forward to open the door, and then walked out with his hands clasped in front of his chest, bowed and saluted: "Amitabha, may I ask who the donor is looking for?" ”

Taigong clasped his hands in front of his chest, and Guozhi behind him looked at Taigong with his hands clasped on his chest. Then the Taigong saluted and said: "Amitabha, little master, the old man is here to visit the old Zen master of Jingfu, and I also ask the little master to give you a talk." ”

"Master is meditating in the meditation room, the two donors and the little monk come in."

"I'm sorry."

The little monk took Taigong and Guozhi into the temple gate and walked towards the meditation room of the Jingfu Zen master. Standing at the door of the meditation room, Taigong and Guozhi stood here waiting for the little monk to go in and speak. After the little monk walked in, he stood in front of the Jingfu Zen Master and said, "Master." Only then did the Jingfu Zen Master raise his head and look at the little monk, and said, "Hui Cong, what's the matter?" ”

"There are two donors outside the door who have come to see Master."

"Okay, the old man knows, please invite them."

"Yes," the little monk brought Taigong and Guozhi into the meditation room, and then withdrew and closed the door. The Zen Master of Jingfu clasped his hands in front of his chest and saluted, "Amitabha." ”

Taigong clasped his hands together on his chest and saluted: "Amitabha." ”

"Two donors, please take a seat."

"Thank you for sitting," Taigong and Guozhi sat aside, facing Guozhi and said, "This is the Jingfu Zen Master." ”

Guozhi stood in the meditation room, bowed with his hands in front of him, and said, "Zen master." ”

"The child is very cute," Taigong just nodded with a smile on his face. The little monk brought two cups of tea and placed them on the table in front of them. The Jingfu Zen Master picked up the teacup and said, "Taste the tea." ”

"Okay, taste tea, taste tea," Taigong took a sip of the teacup, and introduced to the Jingfu Zen master in the face of Guozhi: "This is the grandson of the old man, He Guozhi, this child has been good at martial arts since he was a child, so he brought Shaolin Temple to meet the master." ”

"Xiao Guozhi, you come here, come to Lao Qu," Guozhi stepped forward and squatted, Jingfu Zen Master reached out to touch his little head, and then said: "This child is smart and studious, with this wisdom root, he will be a martial arts wizard in the future, if you concentrate on practicing martial arts and add martial arts to guide you, you will grow up and become a generation of martial arts masters," Jingfu Zen Master reached out again and gently stroked the back of Guozhi's head, and the back of his head protruded so he said. Then he called the little monk and said, "Hui Cong, go and call Yixin to come." ”

"Yes, Master, disciple is going to find Senior Brother Yixin," and then withdrew to find Yixin.

After that, he entered the meditation room of the Jingfu Zen Master, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and said, "Master." ”

"Yixin, this kid is the rule of the country, in the future, you will teach him Shaolin kung fu, and go down the mountain with the old lady tomorrow."

"In vain obey."

"Grandson, go and apprentice."

Guozhi walked up and stood in front of Yixin, knelt down, and said, "Master." ”

"The rule of the country, please get up."

"Master Xie," Guozhi then stood up.