Mrs. Liu begged God to worship the Buddha in her heart, but she usually didn't burn incense, temporarily hugged the Buddha's feet, the Buddha didn't help her this time, Feng Ziying fell asleep for two days in a row, and invited many famous doctors to come over to see, but there was no sign of waking up, Shi Xiangyun was so anxious that she scratched her lungs, and General Feng sent someone to visit, she was worried that Feng Ziying would go like this, so she also began to eat vegetarian food and copy Buddhist scriptures.

"Girl, girl!" Cui Wei's cry came, and when I looked up, I saw her running in briskly, and seeing that she was still copying Buddhist scriptures, she hurriedly grabbed her wrist and said with a smile: "Don't copy the scriptures, I don't know if it's useful, there is a crazy Taoist outside, saying that it can be cured, it's better to go and see." ”

Xiangyun hurriedly put down the pen, got up too, and said, "Crazy Taoist? Not a lie? ”

Cui Wei pulled her away and said with a smile: "Does the girl remember the scene of the Luxian Temple that day?" We bumped into someone that day. ”

"Is that him?" Shi Xiangyun remembered the Taoist under the tree, and suddenly realized: "But the person sleeping under the tree? ”

Cui Wei smiled and said: "Yes, the girl is kind-hearted, so God sent the Living Buddha to send the elixir!" ”

Shi Xiangyun couldn't help laughing, poked her forehead, and said: "The more the stupid girl talks, the more grotesque she becomes, she can only talk and coax people, how can there be any living Buddha in the world!" ”

The two went to the guest room while talking and laughing, and when they arrived at the guest room, they saw a large group of people crowded at the door of the room, including Shi Nai's little guys, and a few soldiers in armor, she changed her look, took a light step, and walked over slowly, everyone saw her, and consciously retreated a way, she tried to calm down her pounding heart, and stepped into the house.

Looking up, Mrs. Liu, Shi Nai, General Feng Tang, and a noble lady who had never met but looked amiable were sitting on a chair, and a ragged Taoist stood next to the bed.

"Yun'er, come here." Mrs. Liu raised her hand to call her, she walked over, and according to her prompts, she saluted several guests, Feng Ziying's mother, Mrs. Zhang, pulled her aside, gently took her hand, and said softly: "Good boy, I have worked hard for you these days." ”

Shi Xiangyun was just about to say some kind words, when he saw Mrs. Zhang showing an embarrassed and embarrassed look, Xiangyun just came, and he didn't know what was happening, so he relieved her a few words.

"I can't wait, why don't I cut my hair soon." Suddenly, he heard the Taoist say: "In another quarter of an hour, even the Immortal Da Luo will not be able to save him, what are you still trying to do?" ”

Mrs. Zhang's muscles tensed in vain, Shi Xiangyun patted her hand and asked the Taoist, "Cut your hair?" What to cut? What does the Taoist want us to do? ”

"He lost his soul, as long as the young lady's ruthless silk can call his soul back."

Shi Xiangyun didn't believe it, but after looking around, everyone seemed to believe it, and Mrs. Zhang looked at her with expectant and somewhat guilty eyes, she hooked her lips and said, "Cut off a strand of hair, will he be able to wake up?" ”

Everyone regards cutting hair and nails as a big deal, Shi Xiangyun is not so taboo, when he saw that there were scissors and other things in the tray on the desk, he cut off a strand of hair according to the request of the Taoist, and the Taoist grabbed the truncated hair and began to do it.

Everyone had different expressions, Shi Xiangyun walked back to Mrs. Liu, but Mrs. Liu glared at her fiercely, she felt inexplicable, and looked at Feng Ziying on the bed innocently.

Feng Ziying closed her eyes tightly, frowned, looked very painful, and spit out a sentence or two from time to time, Shi Xiangyun listened attentively, only heard the vague words 'Xu'er' and 'Sister Yun', and most of the words in her mouth were 'Xu'er', Shi Xiangyun pouted, thinking that this was his love sister, and he didn't know how to react.

At this time, there was a burning smell from the tip of her nose, and when she saw it, it turned out that the Taoist had a burning hair, she felt choked, gently covered her mouth and nose, and looked at Feng Ziying, he didn't wake up, but his brows were loosened, and he slept peacefully, as if he was dead, she pouted and said in her heart: "Don't think nonsense, he is dead, you still have to be a widow." ”

As soon as the words fell in his heart, he was suddenly startled and stared at Feng Ziying.

In the illusion, what Feng Ziying saw was also 'about widows'.

He was in a daze as if he had stepped into a fairyland, and then he was driven away, and then he fell into an endless dream, and became a mirror, reflecting the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the world.

Here, he couldn't move, couldn't speak, and was hung high in front of his house.

In the dream, a man who is exactly the same as him, married his sweetheart Sister Yun, husband and wife love, family harmony, just a year into the house gave birth to a pair of twins, the man's eyes full of doting always follow his wife and children closely.

The good times did not last long, the prince ascended the throne, wanted to liquidate the 'Yue faction' party, raided their homes, the man and his father were dismissed, and the whole family was crammed into a small house, and poverty was mixed.

What's worse is that the boy in the twins, Xu'er, contracted smallpox, and the couple went everywhere to raise money to lend money for their son's treatment, but the bezoar was too expensive, and Xu'er was seriously ill, and Xu'er died before he finished raising money.

The family wept day and night, the couple watched their young son die, and their hearts were even more heartbroken, the winter was very cold, because of excessive grief, the man had tuberculosis, she waited for him without clothes, but the man died sadly after half a year of bedridden.

The man did not leave immediately after he died, and his soul followed her, watching her do needlework day and night in the dilapidated house, pulling her only daughter with difficulty, and the years gradually whitened her green silk and crushed her backbone.

In the confusion, he seemed to have become the man, he empathized with Sister Yun's joys, sorrows, sorrows, and sorrows, calling her and hugging her countless times, but she never knew that he was there.

A strange fragrance overbearing occupied the tip of his nose, and his brain hurt too, and he shouted, "Sister Yun, Sister Yun." He grabbed the futon.

Hearing his whispers, Shi Xiangyun was shy, turned his head to look away, Mrs. Zhang and General Feng's expressions were quite uncomfortable, General Feng had a dark face, as if he could rush over at any time and beat Feng Ziying.

In a moment, a cry of 'Sister Yun' was heard all over the house, Feng Ziying woke up, the maids and women hung their heads, covering the curvature of the corners of their mouths, and Shi Xiangyun grabbed the corners of her clothes, so ashamed that she couldn't see anyone.

After he got up, his consciousness was still blurred, looking at this familiar and unfamiliar face, he thought that he was still in another world.

"Floating like a dream, look at it, this is your first dream." The Taoist's words woke him up suddenly, and he immediately got out of bed, clasped his hands, bowed, and said, "Please ask the immortal master for guidance." ”

"Hehe, I'm a layman, I can't show you the way, I only have one word to tell you."

"Life is your own life, what you want to live it into, it's what it is." After that, he didn't say a word more, turned around and left.

Everyone heard it in a fog, Shi Nai saw that he was leaving, and hurriedly asked people to hand him the gold and silver that had been prepared a long time ago, who knew that people would not look at it, and directly turned his head to Shi Xiangyun and said: "Daoist friends should wake up!" ”

Hearing this, a breath rushed from the soles of Shi Xiangyun's feet to the Tianling cover, she was shocked, saw him go out, and hurriedly called the servant: "Stop him!" ”

Who knows, a puff of green smoke drifted by, and there was nothing.

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