Chapter 147: Flower Marrow Bitterness (4)
"Don't you remember what happened yesterday? What can you do as if nothing happened?! Or do you just deliberately not tell me! When I know the Dao, it will be even more painful than the Dao at that time! I want to jump when I see the well, I want to hit the wall, I don't want to live! Fortunately, you have been taking revenge on me! Otherwise, I ...... I ......," he said, coughing violently. It's like choking on a sip of tea into your trachea.
"Che ......" Canghai hurriedly followed his vest, and there was no other way than this. But because it was not the first time I had seen it, there was nothing to fear beyond worry. "Che, are you feeling better......?"
The divine doctor suppressed his cough and said intermittently, "I...... It's true...... cough cough cough cough ...... Right...... Rise to your ...... cough cough cough cough ...... I knew you hated ......," and kept coughing.
Canghai said with red eyes: "You don't need to say it, I know everything." I have never hated you, but your kindness will never be forgotten in my lifetime. ”
The divine doctor raised his eyes to look at his expression, and his heart ached violently, and he coughed even more violently. Canghai was so anxious that his eyes rolled, he caught a glimpse of the window, and suddenly he had an idea, and sat the back of the divine doctor in his arms against his heart, held his cheek, pointed to the window, and whispered softly in his ear: "Che, look at that bottle of plum blossoms, isn't it very holy?"
His voice suddenly brought a faint halo in the ears of the divine doctor, and the divine doctor seemed to see the ripples of the echo, and his eyes seemed to be lifted by a pair of gentle hands, guided, and gently placed on the fragrant snow that cut plum blossoms. He was still coughing, very violently, but he couldn't feel the burning pain from his throat to his lungs.
He seemed to be lying on the soft white clouds on a crisp sunny day in autumn, blowing a leisurely wind. The words in his ears were like a bowl of sweet medicine, softly seeping into his heart. Like a mother's kiss.
He had unconsciously stopped coughing and relaxed. His body seemed to lean on a warm ball of fragrant cotton.
Suddenly, a song sounded softly in my ears.
Qi Jinyingzi was anxiously guarding the door, and suddenly heard a song wafting from the house.
I've never heard of it. After listening to it, you can't even remember the lyrics and tunes, but the feeling at that moment will be unforgettable for a lifetime. The singing, I don't know the height or the strength, but it is like a clear stream flowing into the limbs and hundreds of remains, washing away the mud and dirt, and blooming a quiet snow lotus. Listen to it and forget about it.
What you see in front of you, suddenly like a high mountain, flowing water soup soup, the vicissitudes of the sea are endless, and like the earth is reckless, the dome is light, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the feathers are ascending to the immortals. Muguang rides the wind, and listens to good news.
The bright moon is at the top, its brightness is like a mirror, the water and the sky are connected, and the water is like a color. The clear waves are murmuring and leaving the strings, the green cypress ape is calling, the pine cranes are chirping, and the mountains are over! The smoke of the bamboo forest is stacked, and Yaohua is passing it over.
The plum shadow is clear, exquisite, ethereal, and chastity. Peep into the prism, sweep the eyebrows, shatter the yin all over the ground, and embrace the lonely and clean. I only know that the iron bones are quiet, smiling proudly, how can the fragrance float outside the sky, the early spring is coming, the essence is noble, in order to save the common people, endure hardships and cold.
Bright heart through the body, Guangchengzi visits the Tao, purple air comes from the east, "Tao Te Ching" is handed down. Remembering the heart, the heart of the Tao is foggy, and there are many grievances in the fog like dust. Clear the heart, listen to the vulgar, but find the nature, return to the way.
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