She opened her eyes!

She saw it!

The wind blew in and the fog dispersed.

She saw the heads and tails of the pig dragons on the green river, saw the end of the snake-like crowd he lifted his robe and knelt calmly, saw the 9,999 stone steps soaring into the sky, saw him kneeling, palms touching the ground, forehead touching the back of his hands, once, twice, three times...... Get up again. Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times.

I saw him kowtow all the way forward, through the four seasons of wind, frost, rain and snow, six days and six nights, the long head was meticulous, a body of blood, a body of ice, a body of charred ash and mud, and a body of scars.

I saw the man who did not kneel to the prince of heaven and earth in his life, kneeling on the sacred mountain, but he did not ask for life-saving medicine, did not ask for longevity, only asked for a smooth life and the safety of mother and son.

……

Jun Moxiao, who had accompanied Wen Zhen for several days and nights, opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Wen Zhen's open eyes, he couldn't believe his eyes for a while, and then he was about to jump up, but when he saw Wen Zhen's next move, he was stunned and fell to the side of the bed.

Wen Zhen lay quietly, her eyes wide open, and two tears slowly flowed down her thin and deformed cheeks.

……

The heart lamp goes out in the palm of your hand.

In the distance, the round tower gems are turning, the colored light is becoming more and more blurred, stirring the mist like a picture scroll, faintly scrolling, all of which are the trajectory of life.

The Sanskrit chant loudly, rolling from the sky like a tide, and then leisurely drifting away.

Yan Sui didn't hesitate anymore, turned around and left, from beginning to end, without glancing at the treasure medicine on the ground.

The barefoot monk looked at his departing back, then looked at the nest on the ground, thought about the important matter of the survival of his clansmen, closed his eyes, and waited for his own voice to sound.

It's still as if I'm asking myself, but it doesn't belong to my heart, but when I made a choice, I thought about my wish thousands of times, but I didn't blurt it out immediately.

He opened his eyes again and glanced at Yan Sui's back.

I saw the dragon pattern faintly embossed on the corner of his robe.

The barefoot monks who walk the world know what that means.

Perhaps, there is another choice for yourself......

The voice urged, and he closed his eyes, a look of determination on his face.

After a few moments, the nest platform floated from the ground, and the jade pond was restored to its integrity.

……

After six days and nights, the Chinese and others, who had not closed their eyes, finally waited for their Royal Highness.

Before that, they and the worshippers who had been kneeling down the hill had collected countless corpses that had tumbled down the stone steps. Some were stiff, some were charred, some were incomplete, some were swollen all over, all kinds of deaths, all kinds of misery.

At the beginning, Chinese didn't feel anything, after all, the strength of their own master was there, and it was not so easy to die.

But later, more and more people rolled down, and the way of death became more and more terrifying and weird, and those people were also capable at a glance, but they still could not escape the fate of being eliminated, and Chinese and others began to fear - that is, they were not afraid of the masters of this world, but the power of the sky was beyond human resistance.

What's more, with the passage of time and the consumption of physical strength, people only become weaker and weaker, how can they survive?

The more Chinese waited, the more desperate he became, and he regretted that he should have followed him at that time, but when the bell rang, the way up the stairs could no longer be found.

On the sixth day, under the scorching sun, Chinese wiped his face, thinking that if something really happened, he would be in Pugan forever and would not go back.

Then I heard exclamations.

When I looked up, I saw two figures floating down.

It's not appropriate to say that the float is too weird, mainly because the walking posture is too weird, and the knees of the two people don't seem to be able to bend down, and they go down the steps again, so they move straight step by step, like a zombie. His Royal Highness's clothes are very neat, the same as before he went up, and the wig is the same, not embarrassed at all, just a decent zombie. It was just a vine in his hand, revealing the weakness he had never felt in his life, he turned the mountain road, carried it back, grabbed the barefoot monk behind him who almost stumbled because of the bend, put it on the next step, and then wiped his hands on the mountain wall in disgust.

Chinese was so happy that he slammed his fist on the ground, but the German next to him muttered, "I suspect that His Highness jumped all the way down before......"

Japanese was crying with red eyes: "Woo woo woo how His Highness has lost weight like this in the past few days!" ”

English: "...... If you don't eat or drink for six days and six nights, kowtow 10,000 heads, and then keep fighting! ”

Japanese cried again: "Woo woo woo you said this I can't get over it in my heart, when did our master do such a thing, the most incomprehensible thing is that he would do such a thing, kneeling to the sky and kneeling to his parents and teachers, he has never even knelt this stubble......"

This cry, the other three eye circles are red.

Chinese had red eyes, and at the moment when Yan Sui came down, he rushed over to help him.

The moment he held him, his heart trembled.

Beneath the wide robe of the tentacles are the distinct bones, the kind of crumbling hands. And his skin was cold to the bone, and through the thin clothes, his fingers were instantly numb.

He held hard, and then in an instant he saw that there was blood stained on his hand through the silk robe, and he hurriedly changed places, and then he dyed his hands red, and he changed places again, and it was like this, and finally, he pricked his hands, and stood there, not daring to move.

This is...... I don't have a piece of good meat in my body.

Yan Sui was coughing lightly, and then stretched out his hand to him, and the Chinese hurriedly took out the kerchief and handed it over, looking down and not daring to look at it, and his heart was even more uncomfortable.

Yan Sui took a kerchief to wipe the hands of the barefoot monk before, threw away the kerchief, and asked Chinese for a new kerchief before wiping his mouth.

Chinese looked at him, holding on to one ten-thousandth hope, and said softly: "Master, medicine ......"

Yan Sui looked at him in surprise.

Just this glance, the Chinese heart sank to the bottom and smiled bitterly.

At the beginning, he knew that it was impossible to ask His Royal Highness to kneel up the mountain and ask for a wish, thinking that it would be a little possible for Master Wen to make him like this in this world, so he hinted that he would make a wish for Lord Wen, so he would trick His Royal Highness into going up the mountain, maybe he would have a chance to go up the mountain and get the medicine. Or His Highness can fight for himself.

However, at such a price, His Highness's illness was likely to be aggravated by this, but in the end, he gave the only chance he had desperately won to Lord Wen.

Chinese inevitably have some resentment in their hearts - Your Highness, Your Highness, why bother? Master Wen is good, do you need to sacrifice so many of these illusory wishes? You're the one who needs to be treated.

You are really a thankless typical, so affectionate, your face is still faint, and you don't say it, so that people look at it, as if you don't care, maybe Lord Wen himself thinks so, look at her, she is also indifferent, but it is really wronged to hold a mouthful of blood.

Chinese sighed, was about to help Yan Sui, the barefoot monk suddenly stood in front of him, handed over a black box, Chinese inexplicable, did not dare to take it at will, the monk pronounced a Buddha trumpet, softly said: "This gift, it should be a gift from the Yuezhi tribe, give it to His Royal Highness." ”

Chinese frowned, but he didn't expect that the identity of the master would be revealed by a foreign monk thousands of miles away, and he was about to give them a look in German, but the monk said: "Please have mercy on Your Highness...... and retreated.

Chinese looked at his back inexplicably, the box in his hand was engraved with a round tower, on which the colorful gems were faintly the image of the legendary heavenly temple, which was obviously the wish of this monk to kowtow through hardships and dangers, how could he give it to himself so easily?

When he opened the box again, there was a snow-white rhizome-like object inside, and he was stunned.

Isn't that the shape of the nest as stated in the prescription?!

Yan Sui glanced at it, but was also stunned.

English suddenly said: "Moon branch? Gankina? One of the three tribes of Pugan? Wasn't King Pugan from this clan a few generations ago? Didn't this clan hear that it had been hunted down and exterminated by the new king? ”

Apparently there is no extinction.

But obviously it was difficult to survive, and he had to become a monk and avoid the world, and he didn't know whether it was for the restoration of the country or for the continuation of the ethnic group, so he desperately kowtowed to the heavenly temple, but in the end he did not make that vital wish, but changed this nest.

This is to gamble with the last hope of the whole clan to ask for Yan Sui's favor.

It's also a character.

The Chinese were overjoyed, and immediately took the medicine, and as for the human feelings, I will talk about it later.

He wanted to carry Yan Sui back, Yan Sui naturally didn't want it, or Japanese, suddenly smart, took out a pair of shoes, the shoes looked weird, but what kind of sneakers did Wen Zhen make for His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness cherished it, didn't wear it much, but took it everywhere, Japanese actually tied a few wooden wheels under the shoes, and said: "I count how many days and nights Your Highness will come down, this leg must be stiff, and I don't love our back, so I got a wheel, so I try to slip away?" ”

Yan Sui said thoughtfully: "It seems that I heard the cake say what skates are coming...... In the end, he was willing to put it on, and changed his clothes, the long robe hung down, covering the strange-looking shoes, Yan Sui stiffened his knees and slipped all the way from the Chinese support, he was a person who came down from the so-called heavenly temple, and the people of Pugan on all sides did not think it was different, but felt that this was a divine power, and they all knelt down and worshipped.

Yan Sui swaggered through the crowd on skates like this, like a new generation of god sticks, all the way back to the hut in the flower field, and when the Chinese looked back, they found that the crowd that had been following him and others was no longer close to the place where they were far from the flower field.

This made him thoughtful, but he didn't say anything, and arranged for the rest of the people to quickly cook the medicinal soup, prepare the medicine, and soak the bath for His Highness to clean up, while he carried the basket himself, thinking that His Highness had lost a lot of his body this time, and he had to nourish himself well, and he couldn't make up for the bibimbap anymore, so he still had to go to the market to find it again, and he had to find a suitable meal for His Highness no matter what!

Chinese went back and forth twice in that small town, every street corner, and when they passed a broken street full of canopies and debris, they saw people swarming towards the corner, and after a while, they swarmed out, shaking their heads as they came out, and their mouths were loudly saying something in the local vernacular.

Chinese probably understand that the other party is swearing. Say what "too clean." "It's unpalatable." Something like that.

Chinese is a little strange - what kind of anti-heaven food should be something that can make the Pugan people who are all over the dark cuisine feel unpalatable?

As for being too clean - is there a clean place in Pugan other than the flower field and the sea and the hut? Chinese jumped around on a few rocks to avoid the sewage on the ground that had just been spilled from the door of the low house, and jumped curiously towards the street corner.

The first time he saw that little façade, he was stunned.

Because that's the kanji.

"Good meeting". Plaque in red letters on a black background.

Chinese rubbed his eyes and rubbed his eyes again.

It was half a house on the corner, but it was so particular that looking at the half of the house alone, Chinese almost thought that he was back in the East Hall, red glazed tiles, snow-white walls, black lacquered counters, glass lampshades and white iron trays in the counters were spotless. At the entrance of the counter, a stack of bamboo and wooden trays is neat and clean, and there are four seats for four people in the store, and the snow-white seats on the table are also snow-white. The soy sauce, vinegar and chili oil on the table is equipped with a small white porcelain bottle of chopsticks, which is so clean that people dare not stand on their feet or sit down.

Chinese's eyes fell on the iron plate on the counter, it was a color of stir-fried dishes, the color was bright and attractive, needless to say, the type and style of the dishes were so familiar, Chinese burst into tears for a moment - it was Lord Wen's dish!

It's Bun-sama's dish!

It's the hotel style of Bun-sama!

It's the exquisiteness and cleanliness of Bun-sama!

It's Bun-sama's shop, and it's actually opened in Pugan!

In front of the store, many people watched the excitement, many people crowded in to pick up the counter to watch the food, and in an instant the expensive glass counter was covered with mud handprints, and some people sat curiously on the seat and twisted left and right, leaving gray butt marks and greasy elbow prints on the seat and table. A few juniors stood with snow-white towels on their shoulders, smiling, not in a hurry or impatient, and wiped when people left.

There are many people who watch, no one eats, and they can't afford to eat. The locals are not used to this style either.

May not be suitable for this taste, Chinese knows, the local taste is very strong, like to put a yellow, yellow, green and green seasoning, into the mouth can not tell whether it is sour or spicy, eat the five flavors can not be distinguished.

He was stunned at the door for a long time before he cautiously walked in and sang to the person who looked like a person from Dongtang.

The other party's eyes lit up suddenly, and then he smiled: "Boss! ”

Chinese was stunned: "You know me?" ”

"The adults have painted your portrait and said that the master should not come out in person, and eighty percent of it is you who eat it." The shopkeeper smiled, "We have already come out, counting on when we can touch you." In Pugan, this is the eighth to open to meet you! ”

Chinese was stunned again, his heart was surging for a while, and he was almost speechless, and he said after a while: "This ...... This business is not easy to do locally, right? ”

"Hey, losing money! Open a family and lose one! This is really unusual, when did we lose money in Dongtang! But the adults said that eighty percent of the Pugan people are not used to eating our delicacies, it doesn't matter, and it is not for them to eat. As long as His Highness can eat it in the end. Just ...... Just accumulate the experience of failure! ”

Chinese was completely speechless.

He only felt that the soreness in his heart was about to overflow his chest, and his eyes flashed Yan Sui's face whiter than frost and snow after he came down the mountain, thinking of his skin that was colder than ice through his silk robe, thinking of the snowflakes and scorch marks on the corners of his robe, and the wounds all over his knees.

Thinking of thousands of miles away, the woman who was still in ambush on all sides still controlled the bite of food for her beloved. I think of how many people rushed out of the country months ago, and opened the door one by one, waiting for the person who didn't know when it would come.

Remembering that just a few hours ago, she was still complaining in her heart that His Highness's kneeling and begging was not worth it, she would not know the suffering, and she didn't seem to care.

However, at the moment he wanted to give himself a slap in the face.

All the spectators are just scratching the surface.

Just as all deep love is a kiss in the depths of the dark room, only each other knows each other's sweetness.

If it weren't for the deep affection, how could His Highness bend his knees to the sky.

If it weren't for Ruosi, how could we keep losing money and opening up when we met.

The shopkeeper was already making takeout for him, "Take out the food box we prepared." The adult said, the sanitary conditions of Pugan should not be very good, His Royal Highness must be nested where he does not like to come out, so he will bring it back to His Highness every day to eat, the food box is special, double-layered, Pugan is hot and hot, not cold. If His Royal Highness wants to leave, the chief manager, you can tell us in advance, and our small shop will follow, and the other seven stores can also close the store, and save us a little capital...... Come on, this sweet and sour fish ball is not crispy for a long time, don't clip it, this bean flour cheese is cool and moisturizing, prepared for His Royal Highness, and the locust leaf cold tao is also refreshing, and the yellow finch honey burns a ...... for His Highness"

Chinese suddenly turned around and rushed out, and the treasurer turned his head and disappeared, "Hey, the boss, rice!" Why don't you take the rice! Why are you running away all of a sudden? ”

……

Yan Sui is taking a medicinal bath in the flower field.

Of course, there is a dense curtain to cover it, no matter from which angle, you don't want to see a single hair.

The man in the high place was still watching, even more interested.

She already knew that one of the two people who came down from the heavenly temple was him.

She was more curious, what was his wish?

……

But halfway through the medicinal bath in Yan Sui's flower field, he was forcibly pulled out by his chief manager, and he almost didn't give him time to get dressed.

He soaked in a good manner, and when he saw Chinese rushing in like crazy, rushing into the flower field without saying a word, and no matter how many flowers and leaves were broken under his feet, he opened the dense curtain, rushed over, threw his clothes on him, dragged him and left.

Japanese, German, and English, who were working on the sidelines, almost smashed the thing in his hand.

Chinese this is eating bear heart leopard gall?

Don't want to die?

He doesn't know how dangerous His Highness is? Drowning in the flower field and thinking about Lord Wen's Highness is even more dangerous, he doesn't know?

Japanese, German, and English are ready to rescue the dead in English.

Yan Sui raised his eyes and glanced at Chinese, his chief manager was actually a steady person, rarely had such an impulsive moment.

Unless......

His eyes flashed.

Then he obediently got up and followed the Chinese.

With a click, the kettle in German's hand really smashed on his toe.

Yan Sui walked out, and the people watching the scenery from the tall tower in the distance were naturally also alarmed, and seeing that he really went all the way out of the flower field, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Follow from afar."

No one answered, a touch of aroma dispersed, and a team of rats wandered away silently.

The Chinese once again pulled Yan Sui to the crowded and noisy and dirty market, his pockets were filled with stones, and he was ready to step on His Highness all the way, but Yan Sui walked over like this, and where he walked, people were always avoiding it, intentionally or unintentionally, to give way to the cleanest place, and the lower end of his blue silk robe did not brush the ground, not even the soles of his shoes.

All the bazaars were watching him, but they dared to hide from the corners of the streets, as if they were looking at the most beautiful flower fields on the hillside that belonged to the queen, scorching and dazzling, and heaven on earth.

At last he stood still opposite the good meeting and looked at the plaque for a long time.

The shopkeeper stood in the snow-white shop, bowed to him with a smile, although he had not seen His Highness, as long as that person appeared there, everyone would know that it was him.

Such a person is worthy of adults to open stores all over the world for him, just for him to have a mouthful of hot food.

The good meeting in Dongtang is still in preparation, and the good meeting staff in Pugan has already embarked on a long road.

In the crowded, noisy, noisy and dirty foreign market, she can also open up a clean world for him that belongs only to him.

Yan Sui looked at it for a long time, as if she wanted to look at the plaque all the way into her eyes.

After a long time, he entered the store, the shopkeeper and Xiao Er, immediately politely invited out all the crowd who watched the excitement, half of the store, all the shopkeepers left, only Yan Sui sat alone, facing a table of delicate, steaming dishes.

The chopsticks are set aside, not supplied by the store, but exclusive to him, a pair of silver chopsticks, engraved on the left with "Hate Farewell", and the right engraved "Good Meeting".

The saucer is also specially made, with light blue edges, a pale yellow bottom, and a row of dashing verses on it.

"I can't help but smile. After all, lovesickness is not as good as meeting each other. ”

The plates, dishes and bowls are all in this series, and the bowl has been filled with black chicken and Liao cucumber hand-torn tofu soup, the soup is clear, the aroma is inside, and a pair of smiling eyes seem to be reflected in the trance, bending the corners of the lips, and saying to him: "Good meeting, good sound?" ”

He curled the corners of his lips too.

Answer in your heart:

Your rise is all good.

Bowing his head, alone, in the small, silent hall, with the yellowish lamp, slowly finished the meal that had been waiting for him for a long time.

Even the soup was drunk.

Chinese stood outside the store, looking at Yan Sui's back. Watching His Highness silently, chopsticks by chopsticks, he finished eating the rice in the bowl.

Finally, he burst into tears.

……

By the time Wen Zhen was able to get up half-leaning on the futon, it was already half a month later.

On this day, there was rain, and the sound of rain was dripping, which made the atmosphere in the house more and more peaceful. Cai Sang brought medicine to Wen Zhen, Jun Moxiao rolled up the curtains, Wen Zhen leaned on the side of the bed, held the child in his arms, and quietly watched the rain outside the window.

The wind blows the bamboo silk curtain, rolling into the transparent rain silk, and the bamboo leaves outside the window carve the mottled shadows on the pale green window lattice.

Jun Moxiao tucked the quilt for Wen Zhen and asked her softly, "How do you feel, these days?" ”

Wen Zhen did not answer immediately.

Jun Moxiao looked at her uneasily, but saw her looking in the direction of the extreme south.

After a long time, Jun Moxiao heard her, and said in a very light but soft tone: "Like ...... Had the best dreams. ”