In the night, Seng Yizhu, who was in meditation again, stood up, glanced at Yang Fan, who was still unconscious on the bed, shook his head and sighed: "It's really tricky, if your life hangs by a thread, you can save it." The chaotic aura enters the body, and those who really deserve to die can't die anymore. If the Pangu Emperor is reincarnated, he may be able to take out his soul and strip his life, and Li Dai will be stiff. Legend has it that the great god Nuwa also seems to have the art of resurrecting the dead; But if it is said to save the life and help the wounded, the Tuo Doctor Immortal of Xianqin can also save it. "The old monk chattered and talked about some things that he didn't have.

Seng Yizhu sat down unhurriedly, took Yang Fan's pulse, and said in pieces: "If Uncle Shi does this before he dies, it will be the Buddha's fate." He moved his hand to Yang Fan's dantian, and then bounced away like an electric shock, shouting: "This ......" The clothes on Yang Fan's chest opened without wind.

The withered lotus flowers on Yang Fan's chest flickered and flickered, like his heartbeat. Seng Yizhu suddenly understood something. The white-clothed monk said that the vitality is in Kunlun, maybe ...... What does it have to do with this golden lotus? Although Seng Yizhu couldn't see what it was, he seemed to see something. "Seems to be saved?" When the wind rose, the figure of the cabin flashed, and Seng Yizhu and Yang Fan disappeared into it.

At the top of Kunlun, Seng Yizhu carried Yang Fan like a chicken, a little panting, after all, such a vertical, frozen volley consumes a lot of internal force.

"Little snake snake, look. How about giving this snow lotus to the little monk. Although I am a monk, it has always been a good character for a monk not to speak or kill indiscriminately, but if it is true...... Hey, what's that look in your eyes? Okay, I'll skin you! ”

The small snake snake is a large white python with a body as thick as a basin mouth. The white python was psychic, and a pair of small eyes actually showed a look of disdain. The python head sways from side to side. A look of disbelief.

The monk gritted his teeth and stomped his feet. "Follow you, get out. Anyway, it's not me who sleeps with snakes. Love dripping dripping. As soon as he said this, the big white python happily left, not to mention how excited the snake's tail was.

He looked at the glowing snow lotus in the ice crystals, and muttered: "The thousand-year-old snow lotus, Lord Yang, the little monk can only help you get here, if you still can't wake up, the little monk can't help it." ”

He threw Yang Fan into the shallow, big white python where it was entrenched. Yang Fan's body was instantly covered with a thin layer of ice armor. The cold qi on his body all gathered in his chest. Seng Yizhu carefully transferred the snow lotus to Yang Fan's chest.

"Everything that can be done has been done. It's up to you to make it. Seng Yizhu shuddered, and didn't care whether Yang Fan would freeze to death or not, and rushed straight to the mountainside.

Yang Fan, who fell into a coma, began to drift away, as if he had walked into an endless corridor. I just feel cold, very cold. The corridor seemed to have no end, and Yang Fan just kept walking, walking.

He suddenly looked inexplicably to the side, and the scene seemed to be clear. Here's the way. The lights here are so familiar. His eyes moistened.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, fireworks. Yangzhou City ushered in the countdown to the New Year. The sound of fireworks and firecrackers in the sky is overwhelming. Resounding through this rural town. Yang Fan's eyes became more and more blurred. He saw the path, the gravel road that led to his house. The flat tile house. The lights are still on.

"Old man, it's another year. Has Yangzi's phone been connected? "Aunt Yang, who rolls dumpling skins again, is only in her fifties. Half of the hair was white. His eyes were red and swollen, and it seemed that he hadn't cried less in the past few years. His face was also haggard.

While sobbing his eyes. Daddy Yang, who kept making phone calls, looked lost. "No news." He hung up the phone and sighed.

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat solemn. Yang Fan has been missing for almost three years, and no one expected that such a big living person would disappear like this. Aunt Yang lowered her head, and while rushing the dumpling skin, she sobbed quietly: "Yang Zi, he ...... I don't know where I am now, will there be no place to sleep in this winter? ”

There was a small energy-saving lamp in the house, which was a little dim. Dad Yang, who was sitting on the chair, had cold legs again, and rubbed his knees vigorously. He commanded, "Go, turn on the fluorescent lamp." ”

Mother Yang, who was still kneading the remaining hard dough, said in pieces: "Just the two of you, what are you doing with so much light, it costs electricity." ”

"Turn on the lights. What if Yang Zi comes back? Chinese New Year's Eve, he probably missed home too, lit up, so that he could touch the location of his home. Dad Yang dusted his hands, spread the dried dumpling skin on his hand, and wrapped the dumplings.

Mother Yang wiped her hands on her apron and went to press the switch. Suddenly, there was a thud on the dilapidated wooden door. These sounds were louder than the sound of firecrackers outside the house. The meat filling in Yang's hand fell on the table, and he slammed to his feet and walked over tremblingly.

Mother Yang was also very excited, and hurriedly followed, "Yang Zi, you are finally back!" She cried and stood behind Daddy Yang. Dad Yang, who was still opening the door, was shaking his hands happily, and while opening the door, he said: "What are you crying about, my son is back, I should be happy, I should be happy!" ”

"Uncle Yang, Aunt Yang."

The smile on Dad Yang's face stiffened, and he said in a lost tone: "Qiangzi, it's you." ”

It turned out to be a good buddy of Yang Fan High School, Zhu Qiang. Holding a small bag of rice and a barrel of oil in his hand, "I'm really embarrassed, Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang, it's been so long since I came to see you." I had just come back from duty and saw that there was still a light in the house, so I came over. This rice and oil are all distributed by units, and you use them. He knew that if he bought it himself, this Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang would definitely not want it, so he said so.

"Qiangzi, come in and sit. It just so happened that you and Aunt Yang made dumplings, and waited for them to be cooked and eaten. You're on the night shift so late, and you're hungry. Dad Yang squeezed out a smile, frowned, and sat back in his seat.

"What's the matter, uncle? Leg pain again? ”

"It's an old problem. You do it too. ”

Zhu Qiang took off his hat and gloves and asked, "Where's the medicine?" If it's not enough, I'll help you match. ”

Dad Yang nodded and said, "Enough, enough." This old problem can't be cured by taking medicine. He shook his head and asked, "By the way, is there any news about the appearance?" ”

Mama Yang, who was on the stove, heard the conversation between the two and also walked out, clutching her apron tightly with both hands, waiting for Zhu Qiang to speak. Zhu Qiang turned on the heater, approached Yang's father's leg, and said with a smile: "I'm here to tell you the good news." The main ringleader of the arms smuggling case three years ago has already been arrested outside the country, and the whole case will soon be solved. At that time, Yang Zi's whereabouts will definitely be known. The higher-level leaders also knew that this Yang Zi disappeared in order to cooperate with our police in seizing the gun, and specially told me to take care of you two elders. ”

"Thanks to you Qiangzi in the past two years, otherwise Yang Zi would have evaporated from the world, and neither of us would know how to survive." (To be continued......)