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But this time it was different, he lurked in the night not far away, but his heartbeat never calmed down.

The Ying girl in the night looks very petite, a little pitiful, the current situation in Guizhou City is tense, martial arts people are everywhere, after coming out of the Great Governor's Mansion, the Ying girl is followed by seven or eight dead soldiers, which greatly increases the difficulty of Zong Yun's tracking.

These people followed Miss Ying to the Three Bowls Pour Restaurant, and when they saw the messy wine shops, Miss Ying seemed to be very distressed, and cleaned up the restaurant with those shopkeepers and servants, and did not leave until very late.

Seeing that she was about to return to the Grand Governor's Palace, Miss Ying had already walked up the high steps that were suspected of trespassing, and Zong Yun was inevitably disappointed in her heart, and she was afraid that it would be difficult to talk to her tonight.

But maybe she had a good heart, Miss Ying actually retreated again, and she didn't know what to say to those dead soldiers, and those dead soldiers actually retreated one after another, and they didn't dare to follow Miss Ying again.

Zong Yun breathed a sigh of relief at this time, and a wave of joy surged in his heart, but he didn't know it, he just followed Miss Ying, bypassed the gate of the Great Governor's Palace, and after coming to the back door, he passed through a garden and came to the front of an inconspicuous small temple.

This small temple is just behind the Great Governor's Palace, and not far away is the ancestral hall of the Wei family, which is majestic and quaint.

Miss Ying walked to the front of the temple, subconsciously looked around a few times, then took out the key, opened the door and walked in, and the lights were lit up in a moment, reflecting Miss Ying's slightly thin figure, looking so lonely.

Zong Yun held his breath and glanced at the door, now there is a small patio inside, behind the patio is a small Buddhist hall, there is a curtain in front of the hall, he came to the front of the curtain silently, looked inside, and couldn't help but be a little stunned.

There is no Buddha statue in the small Buddha hall, and there is no shadow of the Sanqing patriarch, let alone other pagan religions, and there is only a Nanmu box carved with auspicious clouds and cranes on the offering table.

Miss Ying lit the sandalwood and kowtowed deeply to the Nanmu box on the offering table, but she didn't get up, and gradually a low sobbing sound came out.

Zong Yun was also uncomfortable in his heart, the pattern of the auspicious cloud crane is generally used on funeral supplies, these Nanmu boxes, maybe they are placed with the bones of Miss Ying's relatives.

Ask yourself, Zong Yun has traveled all over the world, walked the rivers and lakes, and has seen a lot of women of all colors, although he and Miss Ying are only one-sided, and even the two have not talked formally, but as Yang Jing and others said, he also has a feeling of sympathy in his heart.

In this era of parents' orders and concubines, it is a beautiful but somewhat extravagant thing to be able to meet a woman who is excited, and it is even more ridiculous to put it on a Taoist priest like Zong Yun.

But some things are like this, born inadvertently, and often make people overwhelmed, and it is this ignorance of what to do that makes people's hearts throb the most.

When Zong Yun saw Miss Ying lying on the futon crying silently, looking at her thin shoulders, Zong Yun actually had the urge to take this woman into his arms and hold it tightly.

He hurriedly recited the Jin Guan Yu lock trick silently, and cleared out the heart ape and horses, for Zong Yun, the seven emotions and six desires are not demons, the so-called red dust refining the heart, everything depends on how you look at and understand it, but this time, he panicked, so he cleared the distracting thoughts in his heart for the first time.

But the more he suppressed it, the stronger this impulse in his heart became, which made his blood churn, and there were vague signs of going mad!

Zong Yun bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, suppressed this evil thought, and turned around to leave, because his breathing was no longer uncontrollable, it became rapid and heavy, and sooner or later he would be revealed by Miss Ying!

But just as he turned around, Miss Ying's voice came from behind him: "Don't go... Stay with me..."

Zong Yun's heart tightened, and he was about to flee immediately, but remembering Miss Ying's pear blossoms and rain, he finally stood still.

Miss Ying seemed to feel relieved, and she stopped crying, her voice full of sadness and nostalgia.

"One year, I don't remember very clearly, in the winter, the family has run out of food, my mother saw that I was about to faint from hunger, so I wanted to go out to borrow food, I hugged my mother and said, mother, we don't go, it's good to die together like this..."

"My mother gave me a slap in the face, telling me that I want to live, and I can't let that negative father look down on our mother and son..."

"Later, my mother really borrowed food and came back, but her lips were torn, and her pants... The pants are full of blood... The rice porridge was boiled, and my mother didn't eat a bite... I didn't care about the cold, I took a shower vigorously, and when I went to sleep, I said, Ying, my mother should really listen to you, and it's just a matter of dying..."

When Miss Ying said this, she couldn't cry anymore, Zong Yun slowly squatted down, her back against the curtain, only a layer of cloth away from Miss Ying's back, but it was like a river, maybe you could see it when you turned around, but you could only watch it from afar.

"Since then, I've been thinking, what kind of father is this, when I grow up, I must kill him!"

"A few days later, the creditor came to the door and wanted to arrest my mother and me to pay off the debt, my mother was crazy, tearing and biting, like a crazy woman, stabbed the creditor to death with scissors, and then escaped with me..."

"My mother said, even if I die, I have to die in front of my father, so I took me to Juzhou, I didn't eat along the way, and I met a group of homeless people, so I followed them, but halfway through, these homeless people were hungry and crazy, and they wanted to cook me to eat..."

Zong Yun sniffled and raised his hand, wanting to pass through the curtain, but finally let it go.

"They knocked my mother unconscious and wanted to strip me of my clothes, and I thought to myself, Mother, if the child is cooked, don't drink that soup..."

Zong Yun wanted to cover Miss Ying's mouth, but he couldn't help it, because he raised his head and didn't dare to lower it.

"At this moment, two teams came on horseback, and everyone was so frightened that they left me and ran, and I didn't know how to faint... When I woke up, I was already in the village, I cried and wanted to find my mother, the head man said that those wicked people had not left, and after waiting for more than half a month, the head man took me out to find my mother, and the group of homeless people were all thrown into the mass grave, all the things on their bodies were stripped away, and their bodies were rotten... But I'm not going to be scared anymore..."

"I don't know which one is my mother, so I asked the head man to bring it back, and later, the head man showed me the life-saving lock on my body, and said that he wanted to take me to see my father, so I broke the chopsticks and hid them in my sleeve..."

"Later I learned that 10,000 broken chopsticks couldn't kill my father, and until now, I haven't been able to kill him... He said that in order to find me and my mother, he searched every corner, killed hundreds of people, and he also found the two teams of horseback riders that night, and cut them one by one in front of me..."

"When he was chopping these people, he was laughing, I was crying, and he asked me what I was crying about, but I don't remember..."

Zong Yun's hand finally passed through the curtain, and it looked like it was about to be on her shoulder, but it was like an invisible wall, blocking his hand.

Just as he hesitated, Miss Ying suddenly turned around and threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly, like hugging the mother in her dreams.

"I'm thinking, borrow food, borrow food, be insulted, your body doesn't matter, no matter how hard your life is, no matter how sinful you are, you have to live, and living is the most important thing, because if you die, I will have no mother..."

Zong Yun is also a motherless child.

His hand finally hugged Miss Ying tightly, and there was no sound, and tears rolled down his face, dripping down his chin, like a rain line on the eaves, and hit her head, snapping, clicking.

Miss Ying said, I don't want a father, I just want a mother, but my mother lives in these boxes, but I don't even know which one is my mother...

Zong Yun suddenly felt that in fact, he was still very envious of Miss Ying, because he had never even seen his mother...

He was actually a proud man, and although he was young, he was already on the verge of reaching the top of his monastic path.

It's just at this moment that he suddenly woke up, even if he stepped on that peak, looking around, there was no one, only loneliness, there was no way to go to the sky, there was no door to the ground, only the foot of the mountain, the ant swarm-like people were worshipping themselves, but they didn't know that they had already burst into tears, such a day, such a cultivation, is it really meaningful?

He remembered a song that Yang Jing hummed after practicing, although he didn't remember the melody very clearly, but the lyrics were remembered word for word, so he sang it to Miss Ying in a low voice, although it was ugly, but it was heartfelt.

"She used to make wine in Songhua, boil tea in spring water...

For me, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sweet and sour...

Her love is flawless and wants to give me a happy home...

The most beautiful person, I have never made you proud, but you have always treated me like a treasure...

Don't let her get old with the years, and don't hurt her with time...

I want to grow up quickly to protect her...

I want to grow up quickly to protect her..."

Yang Jing didn't know that Zong Yun was singing songs that he didn't remember well, and even the tunes were made up by himself.

He just felt a little distracted, tossing and turning, so he had to get up, drink a cup of cold tea, write and draw on the desk, and the cold wind outside blew frost flowers all over the ground.

Seeing that before the third watch and the fifth watch, the east had not yet lit up, but Yang Jing heard a sound of footsteps.

He picked out the wick, the room was much brighter again, and when he opened the door, he saw that in the cold wind and dark night, Zong Yun walked towards this side step by step.

He carried a large offering table on his shoulder, like an ant carrying a huge marshmallow, and there were five nanmu boxes on the table, smooth without a trace of trembling.

Yang Jing felt a little funny, but he couldn't laugh at all, and when Zong Yun got closer, he wanted to speak, but Zong Yun went straight into the house.

He gently put down the offering table, and there was still half of the sandalwood on it, and the green smoke curled, like a trick to separate heaven and man forever.

Zong Yun bowed three times to the Nanmu box on the offering table, then turned around, red eyes, and said to Yang Jing.

"She... She wants her mother..."

His voice was very small, and Yang Jing couldn't hear it clearly, so he couldn't help asking, "What?

Zong Yun raised his head and looked directly into Yang Jing's eyes: "She wants her mother." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zong Yun was a little choked, Yang Jing was a little confused, and a little inexplicable, but he had never seen Zong Yun like this.

Yang Jing walked to the offering table, looked at the auspicious clouds and cranes on the five Nanmu boxes, and immediately understood something, and after bowing three times, he opened the first box.

Inside is a skeleton.

The second box is the same, and in all the boxes, there is a skeleton.

Zong Yun's voice came from behind him again: "She, I want her mother, help her!"

Yang Jing turned around, saw Zong Yun bending down and bowing solemnly, this time it was not the offering table, but Yang Jing.

On this night, it was October 26 of the seventh year of Chunyou, and there was still half an hour before dawn, and Zhang Benling, a disciple of Wang Daoming of the Quanzhen Dao Nanwu Sect, stepped into the realm of a martial arts master!