Wuzen is already lame.

After Qingyun was lame on his front leg, Wuchan was lame on another front leg, you can imagine how cruel this war is, and you can imagine the intensity of the war at this time: "Master! Master!

"Does it hurt?" said Lingxiu with a smile.

"It hurts!" cried Muzen.

"Why did she hit you?" asked Lingxiu.

"No Zen, no Zen, no Woo! No Zen doesn't know Woo!"

"Do you still love her?" asked Lingxiu with a smile.

"Love!" Wuzen did not hesitate, no matter crying and laughing: "Love!"

"Okay, this leg. Lingxiu laughed and pointed, "Go, give your peony lady another shot!"

Wuzen bowed his head and was silent, and his heart was full of mixed tastes.

At that time, Wuzen was bending his bow and arrows, standing in the north of the city and happily shooting the cart, who knew that there were unforeseen circumstances in the sky, Sister Peony shouted and ran over with a smile on her face, and slammed a shot!

He crippled the Zen Meditation.

The iron bullet is ferocious, and it enters the flesh for three points, this is also no Zen, if it is Brother Fang Yin-

This is not to blame Sister Peony, it is the leg that hits, and Sister Peony has already shown mercy. What's more, Sister Peony kindly reminded Wuzen that Dongdong was very powerful, and everyone present at the time persuaded Wuchan not to beat her, but Wuchan was not convinced, so she had to try it, and the result. No wonder others, this is all the fault of Wu Zen, hey! Wu Chan sighed heavily, and said that Wu Zen is to remember to eat and not to fight, and he should go back to Nanshan to face the wall and think.

There is no big problem with the injury, Wuzen is not iron, but Wuzen's skin, flesh, muscles and bones are stronger than others.

Lingxiu bandaged him, stopped talking, and still looked at Wuzen like that.

Kind and loving eyes.

Wuchan's face turned red again, Wuzen was like sitting on pins and needles, and he lowered his eyebrows and scowled his eyes for a long time: "Master, Wuzen went to find Brother Fang Yin!"

It is said that Sister Peony went to test the gun with Brother Fang Yin again, which made Wuchan very worried: "Brother Fang Yin-Brother Fang Yin-"

Muzen ran away, limping, but quickly.

The sky is high and the clouds are light.

Lingxiu shook her head and smiled, and slowly walked out of the house.

Lingxiu is sick, and there are military doctors in the city, in fact, there are not many places in Liangzhou City that use Lingxiu, and Lingxiu at this time is very leisurely. In fact, it is not rumored by the outside world that most of the 3,000 reinforcements brought by Sanhua Gonggong are medical officers, firefighters, and horsemen, but those people are a great help to the Liangzhou war. Everyone performs their duties, thinking that they are solid support, in fact, their importance is no less than the Longjing soldiers who stick to the city, they continue to provide energy in the rear, they are an effective guarantee of combat effectiveness, and they are also indispensable for shouldering heavy responsibilities.

It is said that it is light and leisurely, and the name of the white-clothed Bodhisattva is known to everyone, and Lingxiu still bears the most arduous task.

Monitor water quality and ensure water supply.

There is only one well in the city of Liangzhou, a deep well, in the northeast and east of the city, which is for tens of thousands of soldiers and thousands of war horses to drink.

The deep well of more than 40 zhang is like a dark bottomless pit, which makes people shudder.

But there are wheels, long rope buckets, creaky and squeaky.

Clear and bright water, bucket by bucket gushing up.

Simple work, but also extremely heavy, tens of thousands of people and thousands of horses use water, how not hard to get water: "White-clothed Bodhisattva-" "Lingxiu Divine Doctor-" "Lingxiu Master-" came and went, and they were all cooked, at this time there were five people who fetched water by the well, but dozens of people took turns working day and night: "Come and see! Look!

Look good, it may not be safe, every time you hit Shui Lingxiu, you must be the first to drink it in your stomach to rest assured.

Lingxiu closed her eyes, as if she was reminiscing.

Squeak, squeak, squeak, some people are fetching water, some people are watching, generally silent, and their hearts are all over the place.

It was only after half an hour that Ling Xiu raised his eyelids.

But he frowned, shook his head, and changed color on his face!

At that moment, everyone changed color, and the two stopped what they were doing, and the three of them stepped forward together: "What's wrong?

But seeing that his face turned blue and pale, he was holding his lower abdomen with a painful expression, and his two slender eyebrows were already tightly wrinkled together: "Yes, yes, yes-"

Poisonous!

"Master Lingxiu! Master Lingxiu!" The bucket fell into the well, and the five of them exclaimed in unison, it was the disaster of annihilation! It was the water and soil that raised the people, not only the fish could not live without the water, but the people and animals were also average, and at this time, the water source was lost, and the city of Liangzhou would definitely not be able to hold it for three days, but it was not a catastrophe! Sure enough, as expected, the people of Xiliang finally made a move! They had their own water from the Python River to drink, but they taught the people in the city to die of thirst: "Master Lingxiu! Master Lingxiu!" "Not good, not good, Father! Father!" "Phew! It's not good!" Several people were completely panicked, and the three of them were busy reporting the news and the two stayed to take care of them, and they didn't listen to the monk's words: "Yes, it's a little cold, it's cold!"

It's cool, it's a little cool, of course it's a joke, and Lingxiu doesn't know how to joke.

Cold, a little cold, this joke is not funny, this joke is not at the right time.

The five of them couldn't cry or laugh, and they broke out in a cold sweat, which really scared him: "You, this, hey! Master Lingxiu!"

Lingxiu grinned, her eyebrows and eyes were flexible and vivid: "Sins and sins, Amitabha." ”

The water is still clean, and Lingxiu is still very young.

The sky overhead is still clear, the clouds of war have long been thick, and a war without the smoke of gunpowder is the most cruel and fierce war, and there can be no negligence at any time. Life and death competition, every inch of land is fighting, nothing is as simple as it seems, just like the people in Liangzhou City seem to be very relaxed at this time, but they are only relaxed on the surface. War is relentlessly cold and the flames of war will burn wantonly and pervasively, every detail is important, and everyone's nerves are tense, so you need to relax.

Like this water, like Lingxiu, this time you can make a joke, and next time you may be poisoned and die.

Most of the poisons in the world cannot be cured.

A few people laughed, and then they were busy with their own work, but no one knew how worried Lingxiu was in her heart.

Because there is no Zen, Lingxiu can foresee.

Because it's simple, it's so happy, and it's no one else.

Success or failure turns empty, right and wrong pass in a blink of an eye, no Zen true self can not be judged by success or failure, but it is also unbreakable if it is not right or wrong. Right and wrong, right and wrong, how is it right? How can it be wrong? Just ask the world, who can break through? Because of this, when the obstacle to perception of Zen comes is more violent and dangerous than that time of Lingxiu, this is what Lingxiu has been most worried about for many years: Why is this? Why is this? This is the mantra of Wuzen, when Wuzen really asks about another Wuzen in his heart, that is, when the obstacle of non-Zen cognition comes.

Others may not have it, Lingxiu has had, and it is not as good as no Zen, because a person's biggest opponent has always been himself, because he heard the abbot say that no Zen is the farthest away from the Buddha, and no Zen is closest to the Buddha.

Closest, it's the farthest, isn't it?

The truth is too profound for Lingxiu to understand, and when Lingxiu left the deep well, he suddenly thought of another person in his heart.

No blame.

Li Wujiao, Lingxiu has seen it, Worm Valley, Lingxiu has been there, Li Wujiao is a big expert in poisoning.

What if Li is not to blame here?

As long as he wanted, hundreds of thousands of people outside the city were poisoned overnight, and he could wipe out all living beings within a hundred miles of him.

The fate of the vast majority of people in the world has always been decided by a very small number of people, and he is one of them.

That time, he said, "Can you heal this ant?"

Ten years ago, that time, Lingxiu rescued a big ant, a big ant that was about to be devoured by thousands of small ants.

It's also a little kid, a little one, an ant kid.

Don't forget the little one, the little one is pitiful.