Tang was drunk and hadn't woken up yet, and the potion in the Ding evaporated layers of hot gas, all of which were absorbed by his body, but seeing the external injuries on his body, slowly healing, he could still vaguely see the injuries. And most of the dark wounds on the internal organs have also healed.

"Abbot!"

"Senior brother!"

From the main hall of the Faxiang Temple, an old monk walked out of the age of sixties, the long beard of the white flower hung down to the chest of the monk's robe, fluttering in the wind when walking. Although the presiding officer of this Faxiang Temple is the year of the sixtieth year, his spirit is still vigorous. He looked at Tang drunk, his eyes flashed with a gleam, and then dimmed.

"In half an hour, let's put out the fire and seal the ding. Alas, when he woke up, he let this little friend rest in the east wing. After speaking, the presiding officer twisted his beard, turned around and walked thoughtfully into the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the temple.

Everyone should be.

At this moment, Tang was drunk and frowned, and there was no sign of awakening.

For such a long time, Tang Drunk has not woken up. However, being boiled by this giant tripod did not cause much harm to the body, but caused a lot of changes in Tang Zui's bones and physique.

It is such an adventure to be soaked in the many elixirs and herbs treasured by the Faxiang Temple.

"Wake up. Wake up. ”

The murmuring of Sanskrit sounds slowly sounded in Tang Zui's mind. He slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a ceiling hanging board painted with the Flying Buddhas and the Dharma-crossing beasts, and a faint sandalwood wafted in the air in the wing.

Tang's drunken head was still a little dizzy, like a dream, just now it was still muddy, and now he finally woke up, and his back still had some pain.

"The Buddha pointed out, and the little donor pondered. ”

I saw the white-bearded old monk in front of him, gently touching his middle finger on his forehead, and the dull feeling disappeared, followed by a clear atmosphere, and the things in the rest of the room were also clear.

"Master, who are you?" Tang Zui dragged his tired body and wanted to sit up, but was stopped by the old monk and lay down again.

"Little benefactor, you've woken up. The poor monk is wonderful, and the little benefactor is not shallow, and he is afraid that he will have a bright future. Miaokong lowered his long beard and said lightly.

"And thank the master for saving his life. My life, the death of both parents, and the destruction of my hometown, how can it be called a blessing. Tang drunk said this, his eyes were a little sentimental, and for a while, his heart was sour, and he thought of his parents and Mo Lilai. It's a pity that this life has changed strangely, and the vicissitudes of life. In a few days, carefree has become a life-and-death parting.

"Those who are in great trouble will have great blessings, as the so-called "blessings and misfortunes depend on each other". A person's life is a life of life and death. Ordinary people, from birth to old age and death, are said to be born and died. The people of Fuyuan are born and die, and then they are immortal. ”

After listening to it, Tang was silent thoughtfully.

"Can the little donor tell me the name?"

"Tang drunk. ”

"A leaf is prosperous and withered, and the clouds are drunk. Good name!" Abbot Miaokong heard Tang's drunken name and groaned slowly.

"The obsession in the heart of the little benefactor is very deep. Otherwise, I should have woken up early. Abbot Miaokong raised his right hand and put it on Tang Zui's chest, and a burst of coolness made Tang Zui's chest suddenly feel much easier.

"Master, is heaven a good man?" Tang Zui remembered the changes in his hometown, felt uncomfortable for a while, and blurted out a question.

"Hehe, the little donor thinks it's right, that's right. ”

"The master's Zen machine is ignited, and there is a life-saving grace, Tang Zui has thanked him here!" Tang Zui sat up from the bed and sincerely hugged his fists and thanked him.

"It's not the poor monk who saves you, but the ancestor of this temple who saves you. Yesterday at noon, the bell in the temple suddenly rang, which was the call of the ancestors. When I went to see the ancestor, he mentioned you and asked me to pick you up in the Jiuqu River in the western suburbs of the temple, and I met you floating in the middle of the water, hugging the trunk of an elm tree in the water. The color of the water around is dyed blood red, mixed with a hint of black magic. ”

"Ancestor?" Tang was a little puzzled. Isn't the Buddhists particular about the Buddha, how can there be an ancestor? It is estimated that most of them are the founders of this Faxiang Temple.

"There is no way to verify the age of the ancestor. The poor monk had never seen his old man's face. It's just that whenever I encounter an incomprehensible dilemma in cultivating Buddha, I go to consult the ancestors. "The presiding officer of Miaokong clasped his hands together, and he had great respect for this ancestor.

"In a few days, the Ancestor will let you go to see him, and it seems that it is also your blessing. Okay, let's rest, little donor, and let Shanqing outside the door do whatever you want. After speaking, he shouted: "Shanqing, Shanqing!"

This ancestor was the old monk in the cave who deduced his existence when Tang was drunk and coincidentally stimulated the alien root bone in his body. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse this time, but fortunately, Tang was rescued drunk, and now he is recuperating from his injuries.

Shanqing, who was outside the door, took advantage of this moment of leisure, was dreaming, just dreamed that he was gnawing on roasted chicken legs, and was called by the old monk, so he hurriedly stood up and wiped the saliva at the corner of his mouth. He was a little angry, as if the Tang drunk in the house was specially here to fight against him, and he couldn't even dream of it.

"Abbot. Shanqing clasped his palms together and bowed his head respectfully in agreement.

"Well, these days, Tang Drunken Little Friend will be taken care of by you. Be sure to take good care of it. As he spoke, he seemed to be able to see through Shanqing's displeasure, stretched out his hand and stroked Shanqing's bald head, and said: "The dust is not pure, and the Brahman heart is difficult to shape." In the future, you have to use your heart to get rid of the miasma, you know? ”

"Yes, Abbot. Shanqing agreed on the surface, but scolded in his heart: the old bald donkey.

Miaokong just shook his head, smiled lightly, and then walked out of the wing, leaving only Shanqing and Tang drunk.

"Your name is Shanqing, and my name is Tang Zui. The name is like two brothers......" Tang said drunkly, and the two people in the side room were silent for a long time, and they were very embarrassed for a while.

Shanqing listened and said, "you." Every time my sweet dreams are disturbed by you. What about brothers......" Shanqing snorted complainingly, turned his head and pretended to ignore it.

"I have no brothers, no relatives, only a good sister, but unfortunately her life and death are uncertain......," Tang Zui said, tears flowing. He thought of Mo Li again, and he hoped that there would be no change that night in Qingming Town, and they would still be able to watch the starry sky together, and he would have been with her.

Shanqing was also very sad when he saw Tang drunk and shed tears. He also had a family, but he was starved to death in the year of the famine. His little face was flushed, and he was a little sad for a while.

Seoncheong used to just want to live. Why is he alive? because his family wants him to live. Is there anything happier in this world than being alive?

Sometimes death is simpler than living, people, as long as they live, they must work hard for the splendor of life, for the people they love.

On the contrary, sometimes living alone is not a kind of torment. Shanqing hopes that he can learn some skills in the future, live well, and enjoy life. This is Shanqing's simple and unpretentious dream.

Tang Zui also has his dreams, and his dream is a girl named Mo Li.

"Hey, when you leave Faxiang Temple in the future, can you talk to the abbot and let me go out with you?" Shanqing looked at Tang drunk and begged.

"Besides, I have something very important to do when I go out, I'm afraid it will affect you. A trace of determination flashed in Tang Zui's eyes, he must find Mo Li, and he must avenge the people of Qingming Town!

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