The boat was moving, and no matter how Maitreya cried, the old ghost never opened his eyes. I looked at the river in front of me without saying a word, my heart became heavier and heavier, I remembered the old ghost's care for me, and remembered the pathos when he used up the life continuation diagram, this old man, as if he was beaten with iron, but at the moment he did not move, as if he was dead, let the cold wind of the river blow his gray hair.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! "I kept urging the boatman, the boatman used all the strength to eat, the boat went straight down with the waves, and sailed from here to the bank of the river near the fish pond in Saihuatuo's house.

Sai Huatuo lived in a quiet place, and we ran all the way over, and before we could get close, we saw Lei Zhenren and Lao Fuba sitting side by side on the edge of the fish pond fishing. When they turned around and saw us, they dropped their fishing rods and came up to us.

"What's going on here?" Lao Fuba looked at the old ghost on my back, and quickly took it side by side with Lei Zhenren.

"Where's Sehuatuo! Fast! Tell him to come out! "I wiped the sweat from my head and looked at the front and back of the room. Lao Fuba ran to the young man's room over there with a cigarette and pulled Saihuatuo out.

"It's too badly wounded!" Sai Huatuo looked at the old ghost, touched his wrist, and rolled his eyelids again, and his brows immediately wrinkled into a pimple: "It's hard to save!" ”

"Find a way! Save him! "I blurted out and shouted at Sai Huatuo, I had already made up my mind in my heart, if I could save the old ghost, I would like to give up my life, I still have a life continuation map, but the old ghost, apart from this scarred body, what else does he have? As I spoke, I felt that the tears that had been shed all the way were still endless, and I begged, "Help him"

"If you can save it, save it, poor one." Lao Fuba is also helping to intercede.

"It's not that I don't want to save it, I'm really not sure! This is no longer an ordinary injury, there is only a trace of breath left, and I am really not sure! Saihuatuo sighed, turned his head to look at me, and said, "This person has a hard life, and after such a serious injury, it is not easy to survive until this time." ”

"Even if there is a little hope, save it!"

"I can try, but," Sai Huatuo looked at Lao Fuba in embarrassment, and said, "I have to use the hanging soup to hang him first." ”

The hanging soup that Saihuatuo said is a special life-saving medicine in traditional Chinese medicine. Traditional Chinese medicine believes that the patient's tonic, whether it is a pregnant woman who has just given birth or a patient who has just recovered from a serious illness, should have a gradual process to avoid the tonic being too strong and then hurting the body, which is the so-called deficiency without supplementation. But this flavor of hanging soup is made with the whole branch of old ginseng, boiled out of ginseng essence, no matter how serious the injury, no matter how serious the illness, take the hanging soup, how much can be boiled for a while or three moments, this medicine is also called "single ginseng soup", in the past, someone in the rich family's family was going to pass away, and before dying, he used the single ginseng soup to hang a breath, waiting for the people who rushed home to mourn to see each other again. The old ginseng that boils the life soup has to grow for at least a hundred years, and Saihuatuo does not have such good ginseng here.

Looking at Sai Huatuo's gaze, and then listening to the hanging soup, Lao Fuba immediately understood something, covered his arm, and said, "! Look at me, what is this? ”

"He wants to hang his life soup first, and now it's too late to run out to find suitable old ginseng." Sai Huatuo's head also began to sweat, and said, "That's why I said, it's hard to save!" ”

"This is Ganha, this is Ganha" The old man covered his arms and was embarrassed, looking at us with confused eyes, and then at the old ghost on my back.

Poof

Maitreya suddenly knelt down in front of Lao Fupa, kowtowed, and while kowtowing, he cried and said to Lao Fupa: "Please! Help me! I know that this is unfair, that is, I beg you He is seventy years old this year, and he has suffered all his life, please, I can do it."

"This this" Lao Fuba is embarrassed to die, he is an old ginseng that has become a human form, to make a bowl of hanging soup, as long as you take a piece of his body, it is enough, but the old ginseng is not a fairy, cut off a piece of the body is less, and it will never grow again.

"Please!" Maitreya's forehead was bleeding, he might have fainted, and there was no way at all, so he took out the knife on his body: "My life is worthless, please save my master!" I die here, without complaint, one life for another."

"Hurry up, hurry up, I want your life." Lao Fuba wanted to pull Maitreya up, but Maitreya knelt, just like his knees rooted, Lao Fuba slipped around a few times, and stomped his feet: "I can't see the tears of loyal ministers and filial sons, come on, come on, life does not bring death and does not bring it, Lao Sai, come!" ”

The two of them rushed to the stove one after the other, Saihuatuo dragged out a medicine pot and put it on the fire, Lao Fuba held the knife, his hands trembled vigorously, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and chopped it down.

The wound did not bleed, half of the arm fell into the medicine pot, and the arm instantly turned into an old ginseng with the fragrance of medicine, the old man dropped the knife, dizzy, Lei Zhenren hurriedly held him and dragged him aside.

The thousand-year-old ginseng was put into the pot, and the medicinal juice quickly turned yellow, and Sai Huatuo poured this bowl of hanging soup into the old ghost, and then began to save him. We stood outside the house and walked around incessantly, scorching. The old ghost may have been seriously injured before returning to the river beach, and the new and old injuries were added together, and sure enough, it was the same as Sai Huatuo said, very serious. I don't know how I survived that time, but I kept walking, and after half a day and a night, Saihuatuo opened the door.

"How's that!" Maitreya and I immediately went up to meet him.

"The injuries on his body, some of them are skin injuries, those are not worth mentioning, some of the injuries are too serious, and the back of the head is also in the iron sand, and they can't take it out. Saihuatuo said to us: "Be mentally prepared, this person has a head injury, even if he is saved, he may not wake up." ”

"What do you mean? Can't wake up even if you can't save it? "I can't say whether it's sore or painful, Saihuatuo's meaning is clear, whether the old ghost can live or not, he can't guarantee it, even if he is rescued, the old ghost will have to lie on the bed unconsciously and spend the rest of his life? He will be like a piece of wood, without sense, without senses, without seeing anything, hearing nothing.

That feeling is actually more unbearable than dying.

"I've got to be busy for a few days, this patient is really tricky." Saihuatuo sighed again and said, "Go and rest, young people, don't burn your body." ”

Sevartuo turned and went into the house, I was speechless, but I had to speak, comforting Maitreya. Maitreya's tears never stopped, and I understood his heart.

"My lord is injured like this, turn around, if I really see my father, how should I explain." Maitreya said, suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself heavily: "We are children and grandchildren, we are not angry."

"It's not your fault" I took Maitreya's hand, from the moment I saw the old ghost in the cliff of the corpse, my anger at the side door has burned to the extreme, at this moment the old ghost's life and death are uncertain, I can't suppress it.

What did he do wrong? It's just to follow the ancestral rules of the Seven Gates and bear the responsibility that Zhai should bear. There are seven gates of the river, and the Pang family is the most loyal one! Qimen has been excluded and oppressed by others for so many years, and for the sake of the stability of the river, he has been retreating and forbearing, but in the end, what is the result of enduring it?

"This time, I want to ask for an explanation, and I want to ask for justice!" I secretly silently thought about the side family that participated in the siege of the old ghost this time, and the anger in my heart was burning, but my tone and eyes cooled together.

"No, water baby, this won't work!" Maitreya hurriedly stopped: "This is the Pang family's business, our seven doors have been planning since the grandfather's generation, it is not easy to survive to this day, we have to endure, the eldest husband can stretch and bend is a dragon"

"If you kill your father and mother, and you have to endure it, then it's not a dragon! It's a worm! My heart was so angry that I couldn't help shouting to Maitreya: "Nagato spared his life for me at that time!" You bear it, I can't bear it! You stay and take care of Nagato, and I'll kill myself at the side door! ”

At that moment, I finally understood why my grandfather was angry because of my father's death, and the pain of loss would make people lose their minds.

Maitreya was speechless, I was silent, and I also felt that the tone just now was a little heavy, so I slowed down and said: "We Qimen have been bullied for so many years, what have we done wrong!" This justice, if you don't ask for it, what's the point of still being alive! ”

"Water baby, what do you want to do?"

"Blood debt can only be paid with blood!"

"Good!" Maitreya didn't know if he was infected by my emotions, so he suddenly raised his head, wiped away a little residual tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "You take care of my grandfather for a few days, I'll go out for a while, my lord's injury is still very serious, please leave it to you!" ”

"Where are you going?"

"You'll know when you look back." After Maitreya said this, he turned around and walked away, walking very fast, and disappeared into the vast expanse of snow in a moment.

I don't know what he's going to do, but at this critical juncture, he has a reason to leave. I don't want to do so much, so I try my best to help Sai Huatuo save the old ghost. The old ghost entered the iron sand in the back of his head, and Sai Huatuo used all the methods, but he still couldn't take out all the iron sand, and what remained was a fatal hidden wound, which would continue to torture the old ghost.

Just like Sai Huatuo said, the old ghost never woke up, he may still have a breath, but he is like a living dead. I watched him for a day and a night, and I couldn't be sadder when I saw the old ghost lying motionless on the bed, and the face with sunken cheeks because of emaciation.

I hate the Thirty-six Side Gates, I have never hated anyone like this when I grow so big, and that hatred even exceeds the hatred of the Holy Land and Jiuli.

Maitreya was gone for seven or eight days, and during these seven or eight days, I barely closed my eyes, the old ghost did not wake up, and the stone in my heart could not be put down. After seven or eight days in a row, it was a little unbearable. Outside, the snow fell one after another, barely stopping. In the middle of the night, when I was sleepy and wanted to sleep, I opened the door and went out to breathe.

The moment I opened the door, I froze, in the heavy snow outside the house, I don't know when a few people were standing, standing motionless in the goose feather snow, several people were covered with snow all over their bodies, but their waists were straight, and they let the wind blow and fall.