The speed of the screening of the displaced people was not slow, Lihua returned to the tent and picked up the bowl of ginseng soup and drank it slowly, the warm water slid through his lungs, dispelling some of the cold, but while he regained some consciousness, he felt the pain in his heart like a knife.

He's looked for everything he can think of, all the places he can find. Of course, several temples have been visited, but the snow has covered the mountains, and there are no pilgrims staying in the temples at all.

There is not even a footprint on the long stone steps, the sky and the earth are big, Gan Qiongying is like a small snowflake, drowning in the pure white of the world.

Lihua's heart was filled with infinite panic and fear, and he felt that he was ...... She was never found again.

I don't know when the tears fell from my eyes and smashed into the ginseng soup, the sweet horn wanted to step forward but didn't dare, opened her mouth and finally swallowed the words again.

She didn't dare to mention Princess Duanrong again, so she could only stir the charcoal fire a few times silently to make the tent warmer, hoping to warm her master.

And at this moment, there is only one last point left in the team of displaced people who are slowly advancing, Sanjiu is very loyal, and he has explored the past one by one, and indeed has not found any trace of Princess Duanrong and the emperor.

Finally, it was the turn of Monk Dingzhen, and he behaved very indifferently, Dingzhen followed behind the homeless, although he was at the end of the team, he was the backbone of this huge team.

He was like a sheepdog in a robe, and his every move touched the hearts of the homeless people, because they knew that only this monk could lead them to another way of life.

The monk gave them warm cotton clothes, and in the morning they drank hot rice porridge at the entrance of the temple before they started to hurry.

The displaced people who walked in front frequently turned around, and this abnormal behavior made Lihua, who was sitting in the tent drinking porridge, look sideways slightly.

Then he saw Dingzhen, and Lihua suddenly stood up from the fire, and the ginseng soup that he had only drunk two sips in his hand rolled to the ground.

He walked out quickly, stumbling a little from his frozen legs.

Lihua walked to Dingzhen's side, and a pair of eyes were like two fires, staring at him.

At that time...... At that time, they went to Qingshan Temple together to ask for marriage, and Lihua heard "Caihong" and "Qiqing" say that Gan Qiongying had spoken to this monk.

He also brought back a string of Buddhist beads......

Lihua looked at Dingzhen's hand, and his pupils suddenly shrank, because he saw that the Buddha beads in Dingzhen's hand were exactly the same as the string Gan Qiongying gave him.

Suddenly, as if he had gone mad, Lihua ran briskly among the homeless people in search of it.

All of a sudden, the entire team stopped because of his unusual behavior, as his army had stopped the outcasts in front.

Lihua found several pairs of homeless people with similar statures to Gan Qiongying and Gan Lin, but they were not them after a closer look......

In less than a moment, his heart died several times, and his expression changed from anticipation to death.

"Amitabha." Dingzhen gently recited the Buddha's name to calm these homeless people for a while, and then stood proudly like a green pine in the snow, waiting for Lihua's inspection to end.

Lihua held everyone's shoulders and looked at it carefully, he didn't even need to look at his body shape and appearance, just through his eyes, he could tell whether it was Gan Qiongying or not.

But no.

This isn't, that doesn't, none of them!

Gan Qiongying did not blend in with these displaced people...... Lihua couldn't help but wonder if she had already been far away from the imperial city, and at this moment, maybe she had taken a road he didn't know about, and reached a place where he would never find it.

But how is that possible? If she had really run away that night, she would have been found by Lihua a long time ago, because the army that Lihua had sent out these days had even searched the inaccessible mountains and forests.

She seemed to disappear out of thin air, and what Lihua regrets most now is that she taught her the art of disguise in the first place.

He couldn't imagine her rubbing shoulders with someone else's face on her back, and he didn't know it......

Lihua lost control for a short time, and soon he returned to Dingzhen's side.

He did not embarrass the monk who helped the displaced people find a way out, but just stretched out his stiff hand and said to him, "Master, can you ...... Give me the beads? ”

"I can add 50,000 taels of silver to the master, so that these homeless people can be settled as soon as possible."

Dingzhen originally didn't squint, but what he lacked most now was money, don't look at the people he brought with him at this time, there will definitely be no fewer people who will join their team along the way.

The plague before the onset of winter, as well as the dam bursting in Zhangzhou, really left too many people homeless, and too many people had to run around to find a way out.

When Dingzhen heard Lihua say this, he almost immediately took off the Buddhist beads in his hand, and then happily handed them to Lihua's hand.

Even because Lihua's hands were not very flexible, he personally put them on Lihua and wrapped them several times properly.

Rubbing his hands: "Amitabha, good, good." ”

"If the donor sows good causes, he will get good results, feng shui rotates, and good fortune is sometimes, the donor only needs to be impatient and wait patiently. When the coming days are fruitful, the donor must not remember to keep his heart. ”

These words were mysterious, talking about the reincarnation of cause and effect, Lihua didn't take it to heart at all, and even Sanjiu, who was standing next to him, pouted.

This monk looks so young, his mouth is hairless, and he didn't squint at a profound look before, and when he heard that his master wanted to donate money, he immediately showed a flattering face.

This kind of person is seen a lot.

And let his master keep his heart, doesn't it mean to donate money to the temple every year?

However, Lihua held the Buddha beads in his hand, and Sanjiu still took out the silver ticket very happily.

Dingzhen hurriedly took it, rolled it up and stuffed it into his sleeve, so that he didn't look like a monk at all, but like a greedy ghost......

Will the money really be used for the homeless?

Sanjiu was skeptical.

Lihua didn't doubt it, he saw that the cold clothes on these homeless people, he had reached out to touch them just now, they were all real high-quality cotton, and they were all in good spirits, so they didn't shiver in such a cold weather, they must be food and clothing in their stomachs.

This monk is indeed doing good deeds, and it is precisely because of this that Lihua will donate money to ask for the string of Buddhist beads.

The Buddha beads were in hand, and Lihua was released.