"Mr. has paid so much, Sister Yueying can understand." Wang Baoyu said.

"The mountains are high and the road is long, how can I bring the fruit back!" Zhuge Liang sighed slightly.

This is a very practical problem, even if you get up immediately and return to Chengdu, it will be three months later, who dares to guarantee that after three months, Guoguo's body will still be the same as it is now. Besides, if Huang Yueying sees such a daughter, isn't it equivalent to inserting a knife in her heart?

But if you find the fruit but don't bring it back for Huang Yueying to take a look at, wouldn't you have to regret it for the rest of your life as a mother? No matter what Guoguo becomes, her mother will never dislike it.

At this moment, there was a commotion outside the tent, Zhuge Liang frowned slightly, but heard Xiangju shouting loudly outside: "Prime Minister, King Hanxing, Xiangju has something to ask to see!" ”

"Let him in!" Zhuge Liang said.

Subsequently, Xiangju entered the big tent, first paid homage to Zhuge Guo, and then said: "Prime Minister, King Hanxing, Xiangju has no intention of disturbing, but 300,000 monks gathered outside, begging to leave the bones of the true Buddha for future generations to worship." ”

"All of them are gone, the prime minister doesn't like them." Wang Baoyu said unhappily.

"They'd rather die than leave!" Xiangju said embarrassedly.

Zhuge Liang pondered for a moment, sighed, but said: "Build a stone platform, prepare thatch, follow the local customs, and leave my daughter to them!" ”

"Sir, do you really want to do this?" Wang Baoyu asked in surprise.

"Alas, I can't take it away, that's the only way." Zhuge Liang shook his head and said.

"But what should my sister do?" Thinking of Huang Yueying's grief-stricken appearance, Wang Baoyu felt sad.

"I have to use relics to remember." Zhuge Liang said in a low voice.

Now that Zhuge Liang has spoken, Wang Baoyu is not easy to persuade again. Xiangju showed a hint of joy on his face, and immediately went out to do this, and in less than half a day's effort, in front of the gate of Lan City, a ten-meter stone platform was erected, all of which were made of the smoothest boulders, with a groove on the stone platform, and layers of precious wood below, and white thatch on it.

Zhuge Liang asked Sun Shangxiang and others to carefully clean Zhuge Guo, put on beautiful clothes, and put on a garland on his head, dressed more like a princess of the Han family, and the rosary was abandoned by Sun Shangxiang.

During this period, Sun Shangxiang cried so much that the pear blossoms brought rain, and she kept chattering: "Don't be afraid, Guoguo, Aunt Xiang is here to accompany you all the time." But you have to remember that in this life, it is my aunt who decorates the funeral for you, it is me, it is not your mother, nor your aunt Zhao, Aunt Yun, there are several other aunts, but they don't know your news yet. Guoguo, don't blame me for chattering, you must remember, if there is really an afterlife, you will cultivate a golden body and fruits, but don't forget to take care of your aunt! Our fruit is the most honest person. ”

Zhuge Guo, who changed into new clothes, had exquisite makeup, quiet and peaceful, as if he was asleep, and every part of his body was extremely soft, Zhuge Liang bent down again to pick up his daughter, and under the sad eyes of the monks, he put her on the high platform all the way.

The monks knelt down in front of the stone platform, chanting scriptures in their mouths, expressing deep mourning in this way, Zhuge Liang sat beside his daughter, closed his eyes slightly, and was stunned for a long time, until the last trace of illusion in his heart was extinguished, and Guoguo would never wake up again!

Finally, Zhuge Liang took a torch in his trembling hand, and under the worried gaze of everyone, he threw it towards the high platform.

The thatch was then ignited, and the fire raged, and it was never seen again. Zhuge Liang covered his chest, raised his head and fell back, and Wang Baoyu and others hurriedly supported him.

Everyone bowed their hands one after another, and an hour later, the fire was finally extinguished, and Zhuge Guo disappeared from this world, only turning into a cloud of dust.

During the whole process, Xiangju was quite calm, and muttered in his mouth: "Dust to dust, soil to soil, no self and no phase, no dry and no glory!" ”

Countless butterflies gathered again, hovering above the stone platform, very strange, the fragrance permeated the surroundings, and there seemed to be Buddhist music in the air, but at this time everyone was in a very heavy mood, and no one was interested in this vision.

"Let's go see Guoguo again!" Zhuge Liang pulled Wang Baoyu and walked slowly towards the stone platform.

It burned very thoroughly, and in the pit of the stone platform, only a handful of shallow dust was left, and Zhuge Liang's eyes were dark, and he almost fainted. Wang Baoyu leaned over and gently played with the ashes, the ashes were delicate and silky, and suddenly, a blood-red bead-like object came into view.

It is incomparably crystal clear, as if it is a drop of flowing blood, which is a once-in-a-lifetime blood relic! Wang Baoyu hurriedly quietly put the blood relics in the palm of his hand, and even Zhuge Liang didn't see this action.

There are not only blood relics in the ashes, but also eighteen other colorful relics, crystal clear, bright colors, all of which are first-class, like a girl in the mood for flowers, bright and moving, I don't know if this symbolizes the age of Guoguo at the age of eighteen.

"Sir, the fruit has burned relics!" Wang Baoyu said excitedly.

"It's a lot of edification." Zhuge Liang felt a little relieved in his heart.

Hearing that the real Buddha burned the relics, the monks boiled again, and they asked to leave one or two for worship.

"That's it, let's stay here!" Zhuge Liang finally made up his mind that the Han people pay attention to integrity and can't let his daughter's bones fall into two places.

The monks were grateful to Dade, and they all kowtowed, and the sadness in their hearts disappeared, replaced by a few days and nights of celebration. Subsequently, the army set off, accompanied by the monks, to Fulousha, and enshrined the eighteen relics of Zhuge fruit in the stupa of Shakyamuni.

After resting for a few days, Zhuge Liang recovered some of his spirits, found Xiangju, and said: "Xiangju, now that the Guishan soldiers and horses have been damaged, the army has been here for a long time, and it is time to return, you can handle the rest of the things by yourself, don't be rebellious." ”

Of course, Xiangju hopes that the Shu army will completely exterminate Guishuang, but he also knows that he is the one who benefits from it, and he can't make excessive demands, and what he has obtained is beyond imagination, and he said with great gratitude: "Xiangju is grateful to the prime minister and the king of Hanxing for his great kindness, since he should be a descendant of Xiaoyu, and he will be a minister to the Han Dynasty for generations, if there is a betrayal, he should be punished by God." ”

"Well, remember to put the benefit of the common people first." Zhuge Liang waved his hand, and he didn't want to say anything.

The wish was fulfilled, and more than 200,000 troops immediately set off to return to Chengdu. Xiangju was very clever, collected a full hundred carts of gold and jewelry, asked Zhuge Liang's army to bring back, and respectfully escorted all the way to the border.

Zhuge Liang was silent all the way, often looking back, as if his daughter was still in that distant place, waiting for her father's arrival.