The two of them saved lives all the way, and it was originally only a one-day journey, but they walked for more than ten days, and finally arrived in Yingzhou on this day. The fighting here is even more fierce, with smoky ruins and unburied bones all over the ground, and it is already difficult to find a living person, and the people have long since fled the place.

Shangguan Yun according to the memory of the past, the horse came to the Buddha Palace, only to see that the gate was closed, the courtyard wall also collapsed in several places, and it had been blocked with stones, and the wooden pagoda had been rebuilt as it was, and it was still as majestic and the same as before.

The two got off the horse, Shangguan Yun handed the reins to Xiao Yingying, walked to the gate and pushed it gently, and the gate had been blocked from the inside. He knocked a few times, there was a noise in the courtyard, the two waited at the door for a long time, but still no one opened the door, Shangguan Yun shouted loudly: "Master, can you open the door?"

Soon, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old monk poked his head out of the courtyard wall, he looked at Shangguan Yun and Xiao Yingying a few times, and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Shangguan Yun gave a salute and said politely: "My parents died unexpectedly in your temple a few years ago, and their death is approaching, so I made a special trip from the Great Song Dynasty to worship my deceased father and mother." ”

The monk looked around several times before he said, "Wait a minute, you two need to consult the abbot on this matter." Without waiting for Shangguan Yun to answer, he retreated.

They waited outside for a long time, when there was a sound of ping-pong behind the door, and then the door creaked open, and the monk poked his head out and urged, "Two donors, come in quickly." ”

Shangguan Yun thanked him, and hurriedly led the horse with Xiao Yingying into the Buddha Palace Temple, nearly 100 men, women and children in the temple were sitting or standing, everyone was in rags, their faces were full of horror, they saw someone coming in, they all looked at Shangguan Yun and Xiao Yingying in a daze.

The monk hurriedly closed the door and used several logs as thick as human legs to hold it up, and only after he was done did he take Guan Yun and Xiao Yingying towards the main hall.

Shangguan Yun tied the snow to the stone in front of the hall, the two followed the monks into the hall, there are dozens of women and children and injuries in this hall, twelve or thirteen old and young monks sat in front of the statue of Sakyamuni with their backs to the door, only one sixty or seventy-year-old monk faced out of the hall, presumably that was the abbot. The monks either held Buddhist beads in their hands or pinched the Dharma seals, and the monk who opened the door also returned to the futon to recite the sutras.

This abbot has a big face and a square nose, white eyebrows, and dense wrinkles on his face, looking extremely old. He kept his eyes closed, reciting scriptures silently in his mouth, and plucking the beads with his hands one by one.

Shangguan Yun and Xiao Yingying didn't dare to disturb, the two of them respectfully saluted, and stood silently in the hall.

After a while, the abbot spoke, but he didn't open his eyes: "Amitabha, now that the war is in chaos, the two donors have come all the way, but they have not lost their filial piety. In the dispute three years ago, many people returned to bliss forever, and even their bones were not buried. After the Shakya Pagoda was burned, His Majesty was furious, and the monks in the temple were also condemned one by one. All the bones were burned that year, and the ashes were also scattered under the Shakya Pagoda according to the rules of Buddhism, and the two donors went to worship under the pagoda. The Buddha Palace Temple was originally a pure place, and some villagers took refuge in the temple, and asked the two donors not to cause another incident. ”

Shangguan Yun saluted again and said respectfully: "I came down just to worship my father and mother, and the master was able to bury my ancestors on my behalf. ”

The abbot was expressionless: "This is very good, Mingjing, you should take the two donors to the bottom of the tower." ”

The monk who opened the door stood up again, he put his hands together, bowed slightly to Shangguan Yun and Xiao Yingying, and said, "Two donors, please come with me." ”

Shangguan Yun and Xiao Yingying bowed to the abbot again, and then walked to the back of the hall with Mingjing, although there were many people fleeing in front of the hall, the back of the hall was very clean, presumably the abbot did not allow them to come here.

When I arrived at the foot of the Shakya Pagoda, I saw that everything was the same as before, but there were some traces of fire and smoke on the courtyard wall, and the wooden tower also had a bit of new color. Shangguan Yun saw Jing and thought about it, when he was on the wooden tower, his family of three also spent a few hours of happy time, but now it is a person, and his tears flowed unconsciously.

There was no grave tombstone here, so he had to kneel down towards the wooden tower, and Xiao Yingying went to the main hall to get the incense wax paper money. Shangguan Yun knocked his head a few times, and shouted a few more times, but he cried like tears, Xiao Yingying also knelt down and cried silently, and she counted the wax paper money again.

After a long time, the two of them got up, Shangguan Yun wiped away the tears on his face, and said resolutely: "Daddy, mother, from now on, Yun'er will never shed half a tear again, and she will definitely be a man who stands up to the sky." ”

Seeing that the two had worshipped, Mingjing said: "Since the two donors have made their wishes, please go back." Although this tone was polite, but in the words it was driving the two of them away, presumably the abbot must be worried that it would cause a catastrophe like three years ago, and he had already explained to Mingjing.

Shangguan Yun said respectfully: "Little Master, don't worry, we don't dare to disturb the peace in the temple." ”

As soon as the three of them entered the main hall, they heard a commotion in front of them, mixed with the painful cry of a woman, and walked over to see that dozens of people were surrounding a corner of the main hall, all with happy faces.

Shangguan Yun knew something was wrong, and he squeezed into the crowd, only to see a young woman holding a baby and crying, and two men snatching the baby. The woman hugged very tightly, and an old woman next to her punched and kicked the two men, but the two did not succeed.

Seeing these two men bullying women and children, Shangguan Yun was angry, he walked up and grabbed one of them, threw him into the crowd, and then kicked the other person to the ground.

Although the man was in pain, he didn't know martial arts, and he knew that he couldn't beat Shangguan Yun, so he quickly got up and got into the crowd, and the onlookers also dispersed.

Shangguan Yun walked up to the young woman and broke her hands apart, revealing the baby, and when the old and young saw Shangguan Yun helping, they stopped crying and let him do it. Shangguan Yun stretched out his middle finger and gently put the back of his finger under the baby's nose, wanting to probe the baby's snort, but there was no movement, he gently pressed the side of the baby's neck with two fingers, but the pulse beat very slightly. He said to the young woman, "This child is not dead, you can let me take a closer look." ”

The woman didn't understand, but just looked at Shangguan Yun suspiciously.

Seeing that Shangguan Yun seemed to be familiar with medical theory, he put his hands together and said a few words to the woman in Khitan dialect.

The two women understood, and they fell to their knees with a thud, muttering and kowtowing.

Xiao Yingying helped them up, and took the baby from the young woman's hand, Mingjing let the people around her make some space. Shangguan Yun asked Xiao Yingying to put the baby on the futon, he took a silver needle, untied the felt blanket wrapped in the baby, pierced more than ten stitches on his forehead, back of his neck, chest and abdomen, and patted the baby's chest.