Zhang Qi thought about it, walked to the place where the footprints disappeared with the food box, squatted down, and sure enough, under the tattered cloth under the offering table, he saw a narrow door.

Well, like a long and narrow chimney, it's enough to get a little one in and out.

He reached out and touched the wall, and could also see that it was made of adobe bricks.

First mix the thin mud and dry grass together, and then use the mold to build a piece of relatively regular mud bricks, and finally paste a layer of mud outside the mud bricks that are piled up, so that the soil wall is still relatively strong, even if it is wind and rain, it can be used for more than ten years.

He no longer had the ability to penetrate walls that a soul should have, so he began to tear down the walls with his bare hands, because even if he shrunk his bones, he would not be able to get through this small gap.

This lama temple was built directly on a small slope with timber on a relatively gentle slope, so there should be a cave behind the small gate or something.

A passage was opened in three or two, and it was not as dark as expected, and a very faint warm light of the oil lamp could be seen.

Zhang Qixun saw that on the steps in front of the Buddha statue carved on the mountain wall, there was a small figure sitting on the ground facing the oil lamp, which was really small, so small that it was not as big as a ten-pound rice bag when curled up.

He sat so quietly, and he didn't look back when he heard the movement at the door, holding a small sign-like thing in his little hand, and carving something on it little by little.

Zhang Qixun felt a pain in his heart for no reason, like a pinprick, and then more pain spread densely to the entire chest.

He stooped down and squatted down, covering the most painful part of his heart, his face blank.

Before I knew it, one of the corners of the iceberg in my mind was melting at a very slow rate, and my long-stagnant consciousness finally caught a glimpse of it.

A small, faint shadow that could not see the face seemed to overlap with the scene at the moment.

The flow of time seemed to have stopped, and only the wind and snow outside the house were rustling, and the candles inside the house were shining.

I don't know how long it has been, Zhang Xun Fang came back to his senses from his chaotic consciousness, he didn't remember everything, but the memory of the previous five cycles was enough for him to understand why he came here.

Naruhito once admonished him that if he clings too deeply, he will eventually suffer from himself.

I once had it, I picked up the process, I got the result, whether it was good or bad, and then I figured it out and put it down, and in the Buddhist language, it was to return to dust.

The body is a Bodhi tree, and the heart is a mirror platform.

But if a person has never picked it up, how can he put it down?

Zhang Qixun walked behind the child with the food box and saw that what he was holding was an immortal tablet that had been soaked in blood.

"Don't carve it." Zhang Qixun opened his mouth, using the language of the Han people, he knew that the child couldn't understand anything else, "It's useless, that grandma's grandson will die sooner or later." ”

The child ignored his words and continued with the mechanical movements in his hands, perhaps not hearing at all, or perhaps hearing and not caring.

Zhang Qixun was used to this, sighed, put down the food box, took out the disposable broken cotton swab and gauze he had prepared with him from his coat pocket, and took the wooden card in the child's hand with his other hand.

The child's fingers clenched subconsciously, and the wound on the fingertip opened again, and blood oozed out.

Zhang Qixun broke it with a little force, took off the bloodstained wooden plaque and threw it aside.

The child was about to pick it up immediately, but Zhang Qixun pulled him to prevent him from moving, and only said, "Don't do that, I'll carve a better one for you later." ”

The child stopped struggling, as if confirming something from his words, Mu Mu stood there motionless, did not speak, and let Zhang Qixun pull out the wooden thorns that had pierced his hand little by little, and treat his wounds.

The hand held in Zhang Qixun's palm was thin and small, and the wrist was fragile as if it could be broken with a slight pinch, and many old knife marks that had been scabbed could be faintly seen under the sleeves of the old white robe, and the deepest and most obvious one was directly cut on the blood vessels.

Zhang Qixun rolled up his sleeves, and sure enough, he saw a new blood mark on the upper end of his forearm.

"Don't deliberately hurt yourself like this in the future." There was no reproach in Zhang Qixun's tone, as calm as telling the patient to eat and drink on time.

After applying the medicine, he carefully blew it, and when the medicine was dry, he wrapped it in gauze.

Still didn't hear a response, Zhang Qixun raised his eyelids and met the child's dark eyes.

The pair of emotionless eyes stared at him directly, their eyes were blank and empty, and there was no trace of innocence and agility that belonged to a three-year-old child.

There was not even two taels of flesh on the nourished little face, because of Zhang Qixun's words, the slender body was tense, and the dark eyes still made people unable to read emotions.

Zhang Qixun sighed, took off the Tibetan robe on his body, wrapped him like a dough roll, touched the soft white hair on his head, and wrapped his two little feet that were frozen and white into the hem of his clothes.

"Let's eat." Zhang Qixun sat on the felt with the child in his arms, opened the food box, picked up the beef inside with chopsticks and handed it to his mouth.

The child didn't open his mouth, Mu Mu was stunned and his eyes were empty, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Eat as much as you want." Zhang Qixun sighed and said, "There are not a few taels of meat on the body, which is lighter than the five times I saw you before." ”

This realm directly cut him off from the system, and he couldn't get any other better food in the space, so he could only settle for it.

The child was still indifferent to the flesh on the side of his mouth, sitting softly in Zhang Qixun's arms, his head tilted against his neck, silently, his eyes just staring quietly at the corner of the Buddha statue.

"You can't wait for him." Zhang Qixun said this sentence softly.

The child did not respond.

His chest was buzzing and shaking, and Zhang Qixun spat out even more cruel truths, "He won't come back." ”

Zhang Qixun knew very well in his heart who this child was waiting for, he was the same as his once young self, waiting for the same person who would never come back.

The skin on the side of the neck felt a faint airflow, and the child buried his head in the whole way around Zhang Qixun's neck.

"What about you?"

He heard the child ask in a very soft, soft voice.

He heard his own voice tell the child.

"I'm not coming."

The air was silent for a long time.

"Together."

The tears in the child's eyes rolled silently into Zhang Qixun's neckline and burned into his heart.

Zhang Qixun endured the sourness in his eyes and touched the child's head, "I can't take you away." ”

"I'll be very good."

The child's eyes widened, and his black and white eyes stared at Zhang Qixun by mistake.

In fact, it wasn't until a long, long time later, when he grew up, that the child still couldn't understand why his father left him here in the first place.

In fact, his memory has always been very good, but he can't remember many things when he was young, and he can't know everything about his father from the mouths of other uncles and elders of the same clan.

He held back the breath in his heart, making himself stronger little by little, and thought, since you don't come to me, then I'll go to you.

Later, he went to look for it, searched all over the mountains and rivers, searched for the sun and the moon, and found himself covered with scars and mud.

Don't look for it, don't find it, is that what it means?

Then his so-called, blood father is really ruthless.

"He doesn't want you."

Zhang Qixun stared at the child's eyes and said word by word.

"You don't go to him in the future."

If you don't go to him, you won't live so sadly like me.

If there is no expectation, there will be no disappointment.

The child's eyes didn't blink, and the little tears washed his eyes clearly, as if he was asking why.

"Forget about him."

Soon, soon someone will come here and take you.

You're also fast, and soon you'll be there little by little bit stronger.

It would be nice if they could keep you as a simple child.

Zhang Qixun raised his hand to cover the child's eyes, hugged him tightly in his arms, and his heart hurt so much that he almost curled up, "Forget me too." ”

As the words fell, the space around them suddenly began to tremble.

The already mottled face of the Buddha statue on the stone wall above began to crumble, twisting into a series of mongering and terrifying black cracks, which grew larger and larger, devouring everything around them with a vicious maw.

The crack gradually spread towards Zhang Qixun's feet, large pieces of mountain rocks fell, the stone slabs cracked, and the beams and pillars outside the door also collapsed into the bottomless black abyss below, and a huge hole was broken above his head along with the sky.

The wind was howling, the whole world was falling, and the master of the realm gradually woke up, and the realm began to collapse.

Zhang Qixun stood up with the child in his arms, quietly watching everything that happened around him, without a trace of waves in his eyes.

The child turned his face and saw this, and his immature face was the same indifference as Zhang Qixun.

Finally, everything around it turned into weightless shards, floating in the darkness.

Zhang Qixun lowered his eyes to look at the child in his arms, hugged him one last time, closed his eyes to cover the unspeakable sadness under his eyes, and his voice was inaudible, "Goodbye." ”

He felt that the child in his arms was dissipating little by little, like the grit of time, and no matter how tightly he held it, it would eventually disappear into his fingertips.

All the debris around them began to recede rapidly, as if an abyssal maw had sucked them all out in the darkness.

It's been a long time, and Zhang Qixun knew at the beginning of the collapse that he had to wake up this time.

He closed his eyelids and let his body go.

After a moment's fall, he returned to the world.

——

In the room, Zhang Haixing stared at Zhang Qixun carefully, and found that his face was gradually pale, and the more he looked at it, the more wrong it became.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand and tried it on his forehead, and the tentacles were cold, as if it had been attached to a stone that had been frozen outside for a day and a night after being watered.

Her face immediately changed greatly, and she turned around and said urgently: "Brother, it's over, this kid is in trouble!" ”

"What's wrong?" When Zhang Haike heard this, he hurriedly walked over.

"He seems to have frozen himself to death!"

Zhang Haixing was panicked and at a loss, she didn't want to kill Bai Ci, at least he couldn't die now.

Zhang Haike didn't try Zhang Qixun's pulse, and when he looked at Zhang Haixing's panicked expression, he immediately reacted and asked sharply: "Did you listen to him with the two deputy bells?" Isn't it! ”

Zhang Haixing's expression froze, knowing that he couldn't hide it, so he had to nod his head and admit it, and retorted in a low voice, "Brother, I really don't know if he will come out, obviously I tried it several times before, but he didn't react to those phantom bells." ”

This time, she only retaliated and increased the intensity of entry, even if she was trapped inside for a while and couldn't get out, with Bai Ci's mind of being born after death, he would always come out.

And Bai Ci has been in a posture since she entered the country, and she hasn't moved, let alone talking in her dreams, and she hasn't even wrinkled her eyebrows, she can't start even if she wants to guide.

"You ......" Zhang Haike never thought that his sister would act so recklessly at such an urgent juncture, and struggled to hold back the swear words on his lips, "Why don't you hurry up and get the blanket and move the brazier." ”

Zhang Haixing hurriedly greeted, and when she heard the movement, the rest of the Zhang family who ran out of the next room moved the heat source into the house.

Zhang Haike knew in his heart that the Qingxin bell they had in hand was useless to Chaofengling, but now that a dead horse was a live horse doctor, he held a small bell and jingled in Zhang Qixun's ear.

Special mother, what did this kid experience in his own fantasy world, with his kind of heart, how could he toss himself into such a situation.

Zhang Qixun came out of the illusion, his mind was really tired, and he just wanted to take the opportunity to squint for a while, but he heard the endless noise in his ears, and he was in a not very good mood at the moment, he only felt extremely irritable.

"." He said to himself, "It's so noisy, I really want to plug these people's mouths with a stinky rag." ”

"It's noisy!"

He finally scolded, opened his eyes tiredly, and met his eyes with Zhang Haike, who was half-squatting in front of him.

After capturing the indescribable astonishment from the other party's eyes, Zhang Qixun looked around and found that everyone was looking at him with a blank expression, as if they had collectively had some terrifying hallucination.

What's the situation?

Zhang Qixun looked at the dozen or so hot braziers around him, and raised his eyebrows, "What are you guys...... Dancing the Great God? ”

"Or in alchemy? What about the gossip furnace? ”

Zhang Haike patted his head, put away the stupid expression on his face, and smiled, "It's okay, hahaha, it's okay, it's too cold this day, we're panicking hot, oh no, it's cold panic." ”

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

The other Zhang family members echoed and quickly escaped with tools carrying the brazier.

Zhang Qixun knew that there must be something greasy in it, but he didn't point it out, and only asked, "What about Wu Xie and that fat man?" ”

"They've finished testing, something happened to you, so we've moved them to a different room to avoid affecting them." Zhang Haike said, "After a while, they should also wake up." ”

Zhang Haike gave Zhang Haixing, who was worried on the side, a look, Zhang Haixing glanced at Zhang Qixun, wanted to say something and stopped, and finally didn't say anything and left the house.

There were no more outsiders in the room, Zhang Qixun closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows, and asked, "Did she do anything on the bell?" ”

Zhang Haike nodded, apologetic, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect her to blatantly attack you directly in front of me." (End of chapter)