Xuanyi tore Shi Jian's hand away, took out the clean bowl in the food box, and aimed his wound at the celadon bowl, drop by drop, squeezing out the hot blood. He said: "She needs blood to make medicine, a bowl a day. Uncle Shi Jian, I beg you to send her this bowl of my blood. ”

Shi Jian closed his eyes and said ruthlessly: "She doesn't need it." Shen Pingru will naturally take good care of his daughter, and a bowl of blood medicine will also be served every day. ”

"But my ...... No, if she drinks my blood, she will be fine. Xuanyi muttered, repeating it several times, as if he had been stunned.

"Your blood, the blood of others, is the same, there is no difference. Shi Jian shook his head, but did not answer, he found a white muslin and wanted to bandage Xuanyi.

Xuanyi dodged Shi Jian's hand, and squeezed the skin next to his wound hard without persuasion, saying something that he didn't know, "My blood...... It's not the same, my blood...... It's hot. If she drinks it, it will be fine. ”

The celadon bowl is filled with blood, and the dark red blood decorates the blue and white porcelain bowl, showing a treacherous demonic smelt.

Shi Jian hesitated.

Xuan Yi begged with red eyes, "Uncle Shi Jian, I beg you, before the blood is coagulated, send it to her quickly." ”

Shi Jian gritted his teeth, he picked up the celadon bowl, frowned, and when he made up his mind, the bowl in his hand had been snatched by the truth and smashed to the surface.

The dark red liquid, splashed on the ground, is like a red plum in winter, blooming alone. Inherit the wind and snow of winter.

"Xuanyi, I hope you don't think about Miss Shen anymore. You must know that with Shen Pingru's care, she will definitely get better. This blood is not needed. Fenzhen closed his eyes, clasped his palms, and did not look at the monk sitting on one side, the child whom he used to call "Ah Zhu", now he was extremely emaciated, like a body left out of the body.

Xuan Yi lowered his eyes, looked at the red on the ground, and muttered words that only he could hear, "But my blood...... It's not the same. ”

Shi Jian looked at the indifferent Xuanyi, and then at the godless Xuanyi, sighed, he took out a muslin cloth and bandaged Xuanyi's wound. This time, Xuanyi did not refuse. It could also be that he was not aware of his movements.

On the second day, Shen Qingjun's condition was still not improving.

After eating breakfast, Shi Jian was afraid that yesterday's incident would happen, so he quickly took Xuanyi's bowl away and packed it in the food box.

He put the food box back in the middle of the clearing and returned to the hut with peace of mind.

It turned out that the wound that Xuan Yi had bandaged yesterday had ruptured, and blood gushed out of it. Without a bowl, he let the blood drip on the ground.

His blank eyes rolled in his sockets, glancing at the man who had returned. He said, "Uncle Shijian, I beg you. ”

Shi Jian had already cleaned up all the sharp objects in the room, but he couldn't prevent Xuanyi from biting open the flesh with his own teeth.

He picked up Xuanyi's injured arm, looked at the flesh that bloomed, watched the blood swim away, and shook his head, "Her blood, she can't use it." ”

Xuanyi lowered his eyes. Silent.

After a few days like this, Xuanyi was stubborn like a stubborn cow, Shi Jian's eyes only needed to leave him for a moment every day, and when he returned, he would see Xuan Yi's repeatedly injured arm, and in the end, Shi Jian had to tie Xuan Yi's body with a rope to prevent him from hurting himself.

It was also from that day on.

Xuanyi stopped eating or drinking.

In just a few days, his face was emaciated, his cheeks collapsed, his lips were chapped and his skin was cracked, and his eye sockets were sunken. Judging from his appearance, there is no longer the shadow of the clear and flawless monk, but like a beggar wandering the streets.

On the third day, Shi Jian finally couldn't help it, and he said to Bianzhen: "You know his temperament, and he has been a tendon since he was a child. Although he is smart and transparent, he is more stubborn than anyone else.

I see, just follow his wishes! Send his blood to Miss Shen, whether she can wake up or not, forget it. If you don't agree to him, I don't think he will survive. He...... But our hope. ”

Bianzhen was silent for a long time, he sat opposite Xuanyi, looked at the eyes of the demon, and finally lost the battle, he said: "Xuanyi, I promise you to send your blood to the Shen family." But you also have to promise me that from now on, you will not have anything to do with Shen Qingjun, forget the world, and forget her. ”

Genichi had been in the same position for a long time, and after he heard the words of the truth, he finally moved, he closed his eyes and smiled. He said, "Okay." ”

Shi Jian didn't let Xuanyi do it, but brought a knife himself, cut Xuanyi's skin, and dripped blood into the clean porcelain bowl.

Xuan looked at the red that flowed out drop by drop, and felt that the blood seemed to have taken something important away from him, which made his heart empty.

Miss, don't hurt my practice.

Once upon a time, he had said this to that girl, but now, he couldn't regret it.

The girl I put on the tip of my heart, the girl I secretly rejoiced in from the day I first saw her, the girl who is more dazzling than the gods and Buddhas in my heart, you must be good.

The empty bowl was filled with blood, Shi Jian carefully held the bowl, glanced at Xuan Yi with closed eyes, stepped out of the main entrance, walked through the lotus pond, he walked to the courtyard where Shen Qingjun lived, and took away the color in Xuan Yi's eyes.

Xuan Yi sat dumbfounded, he knew that Shen Qingjun was going to be fine.

Three days later, the serious illness of Shen Qingjun, the daughter of the Shen family, showed signs of improvement, although she was still very weak, she was able to sit up and talk to people.

The whole Shen family breathed a sigh of relief, and Shen Pingru, who had a black face in the past few days, finally had some smiles.

It was also the day that Shen Qingjun woke up, a carriage stopped at the gate of the Shen Mansion and took away the three monks who came out of the Shen Mansion. Among them, the youngest monk was cold-colored, but his dull eyes were so bright red that he provoked the groom to look at him again and again.

After the carriage left, Chang'an fell the last snow of the year.

The red dust rolls all the way south. The fallen leaves return to the roots and end at Nanling.

After the three of them returned to Nanling, they hoped to let Xuanyi return to purity as soon as possible. But this cold monk, eating, wearing, living and living, as usual, seems to be the same as not going to Hongchen once, there is no difference.

Bianzhen observed him for a few days, and felt that there was nothing abnormal in Xuanyi, so he introduced Xuanyi to the forbidden place of Garan Temple, which was a Buddhist hall that he never allowed anyone to enter, or rather, a Buddhist hall that he never allowed Xuanyi to enter.

In the Buddha hall, there is a half-made Buddha statue. A great day Buddha.

He said, "Xuanyi, the casting of this Buddha statue is almost complete, and I hope that you will complete this last step." Plating this Buddha statue with gold. ”

Xuanyi raised his head, looked at the brown Rulai, looked at the somewhat evil eyes, and nodded.