In 2015, on the Dayun Mountain in Qingsang Town, Heyin County, Dongyang County, Jianghuai Prefecture, China Republic, on the vast Jianghuai Plain, this small mountain range is also a little beautiful. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info a rural cement road winds and undulates along the mountain.

A small farmhouse courtyard sits next to this road, with two small tiled houses in front and three larger red brick and gray tiled houses in the back. Although it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, the incandescent light in the room was still on, and it was vaguely visible that the figure inside was wrong.

This is undoubtedly an ordinary farmhouse, but the layout of the hall is very different from that of ordinary farmhouses, there are no cabinets of ordinary people, but a statue of Sanqing Dao that looks quite historical. The incense burner in front of the statue was already full of incense ashes, and even at this time, there were three long incense sticks in the incense burner wafting green smoke. There were no chairs, just two futons in front of the incense burner.

There were more than a dozen people standing in the west wing room used as a bedroom next to it, but no one spoke, all of them looked at the middle-aged man lying on the bed with heavy faces, the man was only in his forties, but he was full of gray hair, his cheeks were even more pale and thin, without a trace of blood, and although his eyes were dim, he could still see the wisdom and perseverance he had been.

Kneeling in front of the bed was a young man with clear eyebrows and a sad face, the young man was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his face was still a little immature, in order not to worry the middle-aged man, he endured his grief and did not cry and shed tears, but his red eyes showed that his heart was not at peace.

"I'm tired of everyone, in the middle of the night, everyone is still busy for me, a dying person" The middle-aged man was not worried about his situation, and his tone was indifferent and open-minded.

"Hey, who hasn't asked you to help you in normal times, you can't help you in your current situation, and we still have to help with your future. Don't worry, Wang Dao has all of us to help him, and he will definitely finish college. Now a sixty-year-old man in front of him said.

The middle-aged man is Wang Dao's adoptive father, his name is Wang Hou, when he was twenty-five years old, he found a baby who was still swaddling on the side of the road, and he brought it back, and he inquired and searched for it, but he did not find the child's parents, so he adopted the child, named Wang Dao, and now it is sixteen years in a flash.

"Thank you, captain, please go out for a while, there are some things I want to explain to the king." The prince's voice was soft, but firm.

In the eyes of the villagers, the prince is a capable person. There are quite a lot of ancient tombs on Dayun Mountain, there is a group of tomb robbers who use explosives to open the tomb in more than nine years, after being found, they injured several villagers with knives and sticks one after another, the prince rushed over when he heard the news, with a wooden stick, knocked over more than a dozen tomb robbers one by one, since then, the villagers have been in awe of him.

What is even more admirable is that it is his superb medical skills, I dare not say that he is a miracle of national medicine, but looking for him to see a doctor is definitely much cheaper and more effective than going to the hospital. Moreover, he sees a doctor, the diagnosis fee is arbitrary, generally except for acute diseases, only prescribes medicine but does not prescribe medicine, and most of the treatment results are good, so the prince is very respected.

"Okay, if you have something to say to the king, let's go out first and wait outside." Although the old captain was worried, he still led everyone to the hall and waited.

Looking at Wang Dao kneeling beside the bed, the prince's eyes showed a little softness, and he whispered to Wang Dao: "Dao'er, help me up!" ”

"Okay, master." Wang Dao hurriedly stood up, carefully hugged the prince, and helped him to sit up.

Although the prince adopted Wang Dao to grow up, he did not let Wang Dao call him father like other ordinary people, but always let Wang Dao call him Master. It is said that he has always been like this, the prince's master Wang Jiang, and the master of the Wang Jiang, Wang Xiang. Although they are all surnamed Wang, they are all adoptive and survived as masters and apprentices.

Looking at Wang Dao's cautious appearance, the prince was slightly relieved, but he didn't say much, pointed to Wang Dao's neck, and said, "Take out the jade ring!" ”

Wang Dao was stunned when he heard this, and his hand touched the jade ring on his chest, with a trace of reluctance, resentment, and pain, and he was reluctant to take it out. Seeing the performance of the royal road, the prince was not angry, sighed and said, "This is the life of our faction!" Fortunately, you don't have to bear the pain anymore. I've already explained what I need to say to you, and the rest is up to you. Now, take it out! ”

Hearing the seriousness and firmness in the prince's last tone, Wang Dao was no longer willing, so he had to take out the jade ring that had been hanging around his neck.

The jade ring is blue and white as a whole, which looks a little illusory under the light, and in the middle of the ring, there is a very thin blood-red ring, and if you look closely, you can find that this blood-red is only an extremely subtle point, which is a complete ring.

The prince took the jade ring, looked at it carefully, then sat up straight, and put the jade ring on his forehead and eyebrows. In a moment, the jade ring emitted a hazy light mist, and at the same time, the prince lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon, there was no flesh on his body that had a few pieces of flesh, as if the flesh and blood of his whole body were poured into the jade ring.

Seeing this scene, Wang Dao, who had been holding back his grief, could no longer control it, and the tears of the bean kept falling. It was only in order not to interrupt the prince that he barely controlled his crying.

Soon, the blood lines on the jade ring had been connected and became a complete circle. But the prince was left with only skin and bones, emaciated and almost out of human form.

Picking up the jade ring, looking at the flawless blood line, the prince smiled with relief, stretched out his dry hands, re-hung the jade ring on Wang Dao's neck, touched Wang Dao's cheeks full of tears, and finally said to Wang Dao: "I'm leaving, don't live up to the hard work of the ancestors, in the future, it's up to you." ”

As soon as the words fell, the whole person also fell, and seeing the prince falling, Rao was mentally prepared, and it was difficult for Wang Dao to accept it for a while. "Big-" Wang Dao wailed, like a cuckoo crying blood, this was the first time that Wang Dao called Wang Dao so loudly, but it was also the last time.

Wang Dao immediately alarmed the people waiting in the hall, and everyone hurriedly walked into the bedroom, only to see Wang Dao clenching the prince's dry palm, crying heartbreakingly. That is not yet understood, the prince has already gone.

Everyone was mentally prepared, and although they were sad, they were not surprised. Immediately, a few neighbors and aunts comforted Wang Dao, a few young people arranged mourning halls in the hall and courtyard, and the old captain took the older ones to change their life clothes and clean the bodies.

The prince has already explained his future affairs, everyone is busy but not chaotic, all matters are in order, mourning, cremation, there are neighbors to help operate, don't worry about the royal road at all.

Two days later, with a group of neighbors and some of the prince's former friends seeing him off, Wang Dao gave the prince a funeral. The cemetery was chosen a long time ago, only 200 meters from the home, and is located on a mountain wall.

The tombstone has long been ordered, the front is "Master Wang Zhihou's Tomb Disciple Wang Dao Jingli", and the back is Wang Dao himself engraved "You raised me to grow up, I will inherit your legacy, what you taught me will definitely be carried forward, and your name will be remembered by the world!" ”

Wang Dao sent away the friends who attended the funeral and the neighbors who helped with it, and looked at the empty home alone, and his psychology couldn't help but become empty. In the past, no matter what, there was a person who sheltered him from the wind and rain, but now, everything can only go by itself.