In confusion!
Wang Xiong felt that his heart was torn into pieces piece by piece, and it kept hurting.
Wang Xiong also felt this way when the emperor fell in his previous life. However, there was still an enemy at that time, and revenge became Wang Xiong's spiritual support. But now, there is no enemy. If there is, it is himself. There is no support in his heart. Suddenly The pain was excruciating.
The whole thing in my mind is Lan Liyan's voice and appearance when he was 'alive'.
The tenderness, coquettishness, and jealousy have long been a part of Wang Xiong's life, but this part is gone because of himself.
"vomit!"
Wang Xiong thought of Lan Liyan's fate and unconsciously retched again, it hurt! Extremely heartbreaking! His head was buzzing, as if he could no longer think of anything else.
Under the great grief, Wang Xiong woke up in a daze several times, and then passed out again in the great grief.
I don’t know how much time passed. It seemed like a year, it seemed like ten thousand years, before Wang Xiong woke up vaguely in this grief. When I woke up, I was still burning inside and my heart ached unbearably.
However, there seemed to be a spoon by his mouth, carefully feeding himself water little by little. This gentle feeding of water reminded Wang Xiong of the ancient hibiscus tree, when he was seriously injured and Xili fed him this way.
"A Li?" Wang Xiong opened his eyes suddenly and grabbed the hand that was feeding him water.
"Wang Xiong, are you awake? That's great?"
There was a woman in green clothes in front of her. She was not tall, but her appearance was extremely beautiful. Her eyes had an aura that swept away all depression. She stared at Wang Xiong with a look of surprise on her face.
That surprise comes from the heart, without any pretense!
Wang Xiong looked at the woman in green and felt vaguely familiar, but he didn't recognize her.
Not Lan Liyan? Not Lan Liyan
Wang Xiong suddenly felt pain in his heart. He let go of the woman's right hand and fell on the bed again. He closed his eyes and refused to look anymore in pain.
"Wang Xiong, you don't recognize me? I'm Qinghuan, Wang Xiong!" the woman said urgently.
Green ring? Su Qinghuan
After all these years, Su Qinghuan has grown into a big girl
In the past, Wang Xiong would naturally be happy when he saw Su Qinghuan, but now, no one can make Wang Xiong happy. Wang Xiong was so disheartened that he was in unbearable pain.
The stimulation this time was too great, and I don’t know how long it will take to heal the pain in my heart.
Wang Xiong ignored Su Qinghuan and closed his eyes in discomfort.
"Wang Xiong, you have been in coma for a few days. Can I feed you some Bodhi water?" Su Qinghuan said softly.
However, Wang Xiong did not speak.
Su Qinghuan fed the Bodhi water in the bowl to Wang Xiong's mouth again.
Wang Xiong didn't struggle, not because he accepted Su Qinghuan's help, but at this moment, his mind was filled with Lan Liyan and he didn't know what he was doing. Even when Su Qinghuan fed him, Wang Xiong didn't feel it. If he didn't feel it, how could he refuse
"Wang Xiong, do you know? I came here and waited for you every day, every day! But you never came!"
"Xiao Hei and Xiao Bai make me laugh every day, but if you don't come, I won't find it interesting!"
"I heard from dad that back then, you went to Danxian City to ask for the 'Life and Fortune Pill' for me, and you even risked your life and almost died!"
"Wang Xiong, I have been waiting for you, do you know?"
"My father wrote a letter some time ago, asking me not to wait for you, but I didn't! I know you will definitely come to me!"
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Su Qinghuan fed Wang Xiong spoonfuls of bodhi water. Although she probably knew the reason for Wang Xiong's discomfort, Su Qinghuan didn't seem to mention it. I just smiled and talked, and kept talking, and as I talked, I started laughing.
"Amitabha!" Suddenly a Buddha's name sounded behind Su Qinghuan.
"Second Master? Dad?" Su Qinghuan turned around and said in surprise.
But behind Su Qinghuan, stood Su Dingfang and the mysterious monk who had come to Lingxiao City in the past.
Su Dingfang watched his daughter feeding Wang Xiong bodhi water, and suddenly became angry: "Qinghuan, what are you doing? How many times have I told you not to contact Wang Xiong again, why do you come here every day?"
Su Qinghuan suddenly bulged his mouth and turned his head: "Humph!"
"You're talking about you, and you're still giving me a hard time?" Su Dingfang said angrily.
"Dad, how many times have I told you, if you don't let me go see Wang Xiong, just help me take care of Wang Xiong. Look at how well you take care of him?" Su Qinghuan said angrily.
Su Dingfang: "......!"
Su Dingfang couldn't understand his daughter's brain circuit. This, is this my daughter
"Qinghuan, Wang Xiong is already married. Don't look forward to him anymore. Why didn't he think about you when he got married? He is a heartless man and is not worthy of you at all. Why are you thinking about him? He Just...!" Su Dingfang kept scolding Wang Xiong.
But halfway through the count, Su Dingfang suddenly stopped talking, because Su Dingfang saw that Su Qinghuan's eyes became moist, and he looked at Su Dingfang angrily and aggrievedly with his mouth bulging.
"Okay, okay, okay, I won't say it, I won't say it!" Su Dingfang surrendered immediately.
Su Dingfang found that he didn't even feel embarrassed when facing Ying Sihai, but he had no resistance at all when facing his daughter's tears. Am I cheap
"Amitabha, Su Dingfang, don't embarrass Qing Huan. Qing Huan and Wang Xiong still have a fate!" the mysterious monk said with a smile.
"Second Junior Uncle, how could you...!" Su Dingfang frowned immediately.
The mysterious monk shook his head: "I'm not lying to you. The relationship between Qinghuan and Wang Xiong is no less than that between Lan Liyan and Wang Xiong. I can vaguely see that Qinghuan has been with Wang Xiong since ancient times...!"
"Impossible. If I knew Wang Xiong in ancient times, then why did Wang Xiong...!" Su Dingfang frowned.
"The time has not come yet, everything is not mature yet, so it's hard to say! Qinghuan and Wang Xiong, you can't stop them. The more you stop them, the more harm you will do to them. Do you still remember the result of the last time you stopped them?" asked the mysterious monk road.
Su Dingfang's expression froze. The last time he tried to stop him, he almost killed Su Qinghuan.
"Second Master, you are a good person!" Su Qinghuan smiled happily.
When Su Dingfang saw his daughter's attitude, he suddenly looked depressed. This daughter was raised in vain.
Turning to look at Wang Xiong on the couch, Su Dingfang became more and more angry: "It's all this damn Wang Xiong's fault. Why did I get so obsessed with him that I brought him to my heart? I'm asking for trouble!"
The mysterious monk walked to where he was sleeping.
On the bed, Wang Xiong was still immersed in pain, vaguely feeling that someone was coming next to him, but at this moment, everything inside was burning, his heart was aching, and his mind was filled with Lan Liyan's figure. Where could he have other thoughts
"So I heard that there is a Buddha in the country of Savatthi, with a single tree in the Solitary Garden, and a great bhikkhu...!" The mysterious monk suddenly started chanting sutras to Wang Xiong.
"Diamond Sutra? I know!" Su Qinghuan's eyes lit up.
Su Dingfang also frowned slightly.
The mysterious monk chanted the sutra without using any magic power, because the mysterious monk knew that Wang Xiong had completely understood the Diamond Sutra before him. Chanting the sutra at this moment was only awakening the memory of the Diamond Sutra in Wang Xiong's heart, allowing the state of mind of the Diamond Sutra to come to him. Soothe Wang Xiong's mood.
"So I heard that there is a Buddha in the country of Savatthi, and there are only trees in the Garden of Solitude...!"
The voice of the Diamond Sutra also sounded in Wang Xiong's mind, but the voice at this moment was not the voice of the mysterious monk, but Wang Xiong's own voice, the voice from when he meditated on the Diamond Sutra in the past.
Over and over again, scriptures filled Wang Xiong's mind. Gradually, the inner fire, guilt, and discomfort in my heart were suppressed.
Everything inside was burning, and at this moment, my heart gradually became depressed, but the heartache remained the same and did not weaken at all.
Slowly, Wang Xiong opened his eyes. Although there was still pain in his eyes, at least he could vaguely see the world, and it was no longer so painful.
Wang Xiong turned his head and looked at the mysterious monk, who was chanting sutras to himself.
"Master? Is it you?" Wang Xiong said sadly.
"Ah, can Wang Xiong speak?" Su Qinghuan's eyes lit up.
On the side, Su Dingfang also looked at the mysterious monk in surprise: "Second uncle, have you smoothed away the fire in his heart?"
"Erase it? Impossible. The Diamond Sutra is not that effective yet. It just helps Wang Xiong wake up a little!" the mysterious monk sighed slightly.
At this moment, Wang Xiong is still staring at the mysterious monk. At least at this moment, Wang Xiong can communicate.
"Poor monk, Sakyamuni himself!" the mysterious monk said with a slight salute.
"I?" Wang Xiong was slightly startled.
Wang Xiong probably knows the meaning of the original deity, just like himself, his own body is Wang Xiong's original deity, and there is also a Golden Crow clone.
"Master, I feel so uncomfortable. Master, can you teach me?" Wang Xiong looked at Sakyamuni with a bitter look.
Wang Xiong knew that the Diamond Sutra just now could relieve his discomfort. At this moment, he looked at Sakyamuni and wanted to ask for advice.
"Heartache? You need a heart medicine doctor, Donghuang, you are too heartbroken! A copy of the Diamond Sutra cannot help you suppress your heartache!" Shakya sighed.
"Is there no way?" Wang Xiong showed a hint of bitterness.
"My heart gate is the place where the heart medicine is produced. If Donghuang doesn't mind it, how about a poor monk treating Donghuang?" Sakyamuni bowed slightly.
Wang Xiong knew that he shouldn't be so decadent at this moment, but his mind was filled with Lan Liyan, and his heart was torn to pieces. He was in unbearable pain and couldn't restrain himself.
At this moment, Wang Xiong got up weakly, and Su Qinghuan quickly supported Wang Xiong. Wang Xiong saluted Sakyamuni: "Thank you, Master!"
"Donghuang is very affectionate, and he is also rare for poor monks. For ordinary people who are emotionally hurt, a copy of the Diamond Sutra can heal the pain in their hearts, but it is obviously not enough for Donghuang. There is a Sutra Pavilion at the door of my heart, which hides gold. In the pavilion, there are countless scriptures compiled by all the wise men of my heart sect, which can be carefully studied by the Eastern Emperor!" Sakyamuni said solemnly.
"The Sutra Pavilion? Second Master, isn't the Sutra Pavilion closed to the public? Only disciples of the Heart Sect can view it? Moreover, there is a quantity limit!" Su Dingfang said in surprise.
"Donghuang, you can look at it as you like!" Shakya shook his head.
"Oh?" Su Dingfang said in shock.
You know, Su Dingfang has already worshiped the Medicine Master Buddha, but it is impossible to watch them all in the Sutra Pavilion. This Wang Xiong actually watches at will
"Thank you, Master!" Wang Xiong said weakly.
With Su Qinghuan's support, the group of people left the room and slowly arrived at a huge scripture collection pavilion, which was thirteen stories high. There are a large number of monks guarding the door.
Sakyamuni came with Wang Xiong and his entourage. All the monks put their hands together in great respect, and no one stopped them.
With a wave of his hand, the door of the Sutra Collection Pavilion opened, and the interior of the first-floor attic was immediately revealed. Books, countless sutras, and the bookshelves were already filled with sutras.
"Dong Huang, there are 13,600 scriptures hidden here. From bottom to top, there are thirteen attics. The scriptures become more profound as you go up. See for yourself!" Sakyamuni said.
"Thank you, Master!" Wang Xiong endured his heartache and stepped into the Scripture Collection Pavilion.
Su Qinghuan wanted to follow him in, but was stopped. No one except Wang Xiong was allowed to enter.
"Kuang!"
The door to the Sutra Pavilion slammed shut.
"Second Master, why is it that Wang Xiong is not a disciple of the Heart Sect, but he can read it at will? But I have to check some scriptures under your supervision every time?" Su Dingfang frowned.
"Because Wang Xiong's Buddha-nature is extremely high, not even weaker than mine, and you? Although your understanding is extremely high, your Buddha-nature is not enough. I'm afraid you may see too much and make people look stupid!" Sakyamuni looked at Su Dingfang and said with a smile.
Su Dingfang's face froze. How could he be fooled by reading the scriptures by himself
Shakya didn't say much to Su Dingfang, clasped his hands together, turned around and left.
"Huh!" Su Dingfang snorted depressedly.
When he was depressed, Su Dingfang suddenly became furious when he saw his daughter still staring at the Sutra Pavilion.
"Qinghuan, what else are you looking at? I've told you that Wang Xiong and Lan Liyan are getting married. He only loves Lan Liyan. Why are you joining in the fun? Look at him, he has changed everything for Lan Liyan. What's going on?" Su Dingfang angrily wanted to wake up Su Qinghuan.
Su Qinghuan didn't take it seriously: "I know, I also envy Lan Liyan. Similarly, I also know that Wang Xiong is the one who is truly worthy of being entrusted with his life. Do you see how much he loves Lan Liyan? He will love me like this in the future. of!"
After saying that, Su Qinghuan didn't wait for Su Dingfang to get angry, turned around and left: "I'll get Wang Xiong some more bodhi water, and he'll drink it when he's thirsty while reading!"
Su Qinghuan ran away, but Su Dingfang was depressed and wanted to vomit blood. What evil had he done? Why did he bring Wang Xiong to Xinmen