Leng Jinqiu was still feverish, weak, and bleeding from the wounds on his body, but as soon as he remembered that his daughter Rushuang was still waiting for him, he stumbled towards the temple gate regardless of his weakness. ◢ With the *dream* small ◢.com

"Don't be reckless, don't be strong, your body is still very weak now, it's better to stay here and rest for a while." Master Jueheng stopped Leng Jinqiu and persuaded him with good words.

"You don't understand, my daughter is still waiting for me! They're going to be late, and they're gone. Leng Jinqiu shook his hand, covered the wound in his abdomen, and staggered forward.

"If the donor insists on moving forward, please bring this bottle of Continuation Pill." Master Jueheng hurriedly walked over to support Leng Jinqiu, and handed a bottle of pills into his hand, "This medicine is a secret wound medicine made by this temple, which has the effect of replenishing blood and concentrating the mind and restoring vitality, one pill a day is enough." During the donor's coma, I have given this medicine to the donor, and it seems that this medicine works well, and you can still stand and move forward with such a serious injury, thanks to this medicine. ”

Leng Jinqiu took the porcelain bottle of the pill, stuffed it into his arms, and bowed to Master Jueheng, "Master's great kindness, let me return Leng Jinqiu in the future, I will definitely go to Lingxuan Temple to worship the Buddha." ”

After Leng Jinqiu finished speaking, he used all his strength to step on the red and brown horse outside the temple gate and walked in the direction of Huangshi.

Master Jueheng looked at Leng Jinqiu's lonely back, folded his hands, and silently recited "Amitabha" in his mouth.

When Leng Jinqiu came to the bamboo forest on the outskirts of Huangshi, it was the fifth day that Xiang You and Tiezhu had broken up, and it was supposed that they should be waiting for him in this bamboo forest.

Leng Jinqiu whispered in this bamboo forest, "The third child, the iron pillar, the frost ......", but there was no response.

Leng Jinqiu led the horse in the bamboo forest and kept wandering, shouting, suddenly, he saw a large pool of blood on a stone in front of him, and hurriedly ran forward, he touched it with his hand, the blood stains had dried up, and under the stone, he found a flower cloth shoe, Leng Jinqiu was shocked, and quickly picked it up, and took a closer look, it was indeed a flower cloth shoe like frost, when Rushuang was taken away by Lu Keming's men on the small hill behind Tianlong Waterfall, he had dropped a flower cloth shoe during the struggle, and later escaped from Yunwu Mountain. They fled all the way, and they didn't care about buying a new pair of shoes for Rushuang, so Rushuang had been wearing one shoe, carried by an iron pillar, and now Rushuang's other shoe had also fallen, and there was a large pool of blood on the stone, which made Leng Jinqiu's heart slam up.

Rushuang is Leng Jinqiu's only thought to live, and now that there is no trace of the three of them, only a shoe and a pool of blood remain, is it possible that even his daughter Rushuang was killed?

Leng Jinqiu stood next to the stone, carefully checked the bloodstains, and found that there were also some blood stains on the surrounding grass, followed the bloodstains, and finally saw the iron pillar lying there behind a haystack, Leng Jinqiu hurriedly walked in front of the iron pillar, but found that the iron pillar had already swallowed, and his chest and abdomen were pierced by a bayonet.

"Iron Pillar ......" Leng Jinqiu hugged the body of the iron pillar and cried.

Then Leng Jinqiu dug a pit and buried the iron pillar.

Leng Jinqiu came to the neighborhood to inquire about the situation, and finally found an insider, he told Leng Jinqiu that two days ago, a group of ruffians passed here, they robbed when they saw money, and killed people when they saw them, and the villages near here were looted, and then they heard the sound of a girl in the bamboo forest, so they ran there, and heard that there were two men in the bamboo forest who fought with this group of ruffians, and a lot of property was robbed, and the girl was also taken away, and it was not clear whether she was dead or alive.

After Leng Jinqiu heard this, it was like a blow to the head, he walked back to the bamboo forest in a trance, returned to the stone, and remembered Rushuang's heart-rending cry for help, "Daddy, save me, Daddy, save me!" ”

Suddenly, Leng Jinqiu felt that the world was spinning, and he fell to the ground.

A sudden heavy rain poured down, splashing on the ground, and also woke up Leng Jinqiu, who fainted in the bamboo forest, he opened his eyes and leaned on the bloodstained stone, at this time the blood stains on the stone had been washed away by the rain, but Leng Jinqiu still smelled the bloody breath in the pouring rain, he tightly pinched the small flower shoes like frost in his hand, and the sorrow came from it, in just a few days, he lost his wife and daughter, his brothers died, walked, disappeared, and his most respected brother was arrested and imprisoned, He suddenly felt that he had nothing, although Mr. Ling had told him some of the value and meaning of life, after he heard it at that time, it was like an initiation, as if he had seen a glimmer of light in the vast dark night, that Mr. Ling was his guiding light, but now Mr. Ling's own bright light has reached the time when the oil lamp is extinguished, and he feels that the light of his life will also be extinguished.

He felt that the motivation to support himself to live had disappeared, his body had become a walking corpse, he walked aimlessly in the bamboo forest, his ears came Xiuqin's gentle whispers, laughter like frost silver bells, the second child's bold applause, and Mr. Ling's elegant figure appeared in front of his eyes, Chun Yazi's agile skills, Scar's arrogance when he pulled the grenade, and Lao Liuzhong's honest face......

The people he knew, their looks, their voices flashed back and forth in his ears and in front of his eyes for a long time.

Leng Jinqiu walked to the river, the river water swelled due to heavy rain, overflowing the embankment, Leng Jinqiu walked towards the river, "Shuang'er, I'm here, second, I'm here, you wait for me, I'm here......"

Leng Jinqiu walked towards the river step by step, and the river gradually submerged his waist and chest, reaching to the top. Leng Jinqiu felt suffocated, he closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

However, Leng Jinqiu's life was too hard, Lord Yama still didn't take him away, a big wave washed him back to the embankment, and when he woke up, he found himself lying next to a fire, and a thin figure was adding firewood to the fire. Leng Jinqiu fixed his eyes and took a closer look, wasn't this thin figure the master Jueheng who met in the broken temple?

"Why are you again, Master Jueheng?" Leng Jinqiu propped up his body and sat up.

"Donor, the poor monk is really destined for you!" Jue Heng turned around and smiled at Leng Jinqiu while adding firewood.

It turned out that Jue Heng saw Leng Jinqiu riding on the horse trembling alone, and he was afraid that he would have another accident, so he rode his little donkey and followed all the way.

"Was it the master who rescued me from the water? Alas, master, why did you save me? Leng Jinqiu thought that it was Master Jueheng who took action to fish him out of the river when he was reborn this time, but this time he had no idea of living.

"The poor monk can't swim in the water, it's the big waves that send you back, donor, God won't accept you, don't beg for death."

"Isn't the suffering of my life enough, and God still wants me to continue to suffer from the world?" Leng Jinqiu didn't expect that he couldn't die.

Jue Heng threw a piece of firewood into the fire, the flame suddenly brightened brightly, Jue Heng said lightly, "Life is a hundred years, and it is empty in a blink of an eye." Of course, money is not brought in life, and it is not brought in death. But the same is true of other fame, fortune, love, and grievances, all encounters, joys and sorrows are determined by the heart. It's better to put aside all mundane things, be frank and open, don't let yourself spend in sorrow, start and end with fate, and be at peace with what happens. One life is just a state of mind. ”

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