Xinyuan heard that the master was dead, and couldn't help but shudder in Lingling, waking up from sleep. He was afraid that he might have heard it wrong, and hurriedly asked: "What did you say?"
Yi Ran suddenly reddened his eyes, tears streaming down, and choked up and said, "Brothers said that your master is dead, and my master is poisoned before he wakes up, and is almost dead..."
Xinyuan heard Yi Ran's words, jumped out of bed, and ran to the abbot's room. He was in a mess, worried that Master was really dead, but subconsciously only hoped that Yi Ran was joking with himself, a big joke. .
In the meditation room hosted by Baimei, Master Shenmu fell by the futon, his face turned black, his lips turned purple, and he had been very angry for a long time.
Xinyuan had already burst into tears when he saw Shenmu's body. He shook Shenmu's body vigorously and cried out "Master", hoping that Master would just fall asleep as usual, hoping to wake him up.
When Shenmu's body became cold and his hands and feet gradually stiffened, Xinyuan knew that Master was really dead. He has been wandering with his master since he was a child. He has seen many dead people, and they have also seen many people when they died. The symptoms of Shenmu at this time are exactly the same as the people he had seen in the capital a year ago when they were poisoned and died.
At this time, the surroundings fell silent. Xinyuan felt as if he had stopped breathing, and the heart that was beating suddenly just now seemed to stop beating at this moment. He began to wonder how the master died and why he was so similar to the person who died of poisoning a year ago. At the beginning he was still dumbfounded, with two lines of tears hanging on his cheeks. After a while, the expression on his face suddenly changed, sometimes sad, sometimes sad, sometimes mixed with emotions, such as joy, anger, sorrow, and so on. Several kinds of emotions came together. There were joy and naughty, as well as compassion and admiration. Later, they changed again. His expression was dull, like that, like the expression of a prodigal son who has seen everything through.
Yi Ran has been standing next to Xinyuan, seeing a strange expression on Xinyuan’s face, thinking that he was too frightened, and was busy rubbing his back for him, while comforting: "Xinyuan, don’t be too sad, people The dead cannot come back to life, please be sorry! My master is also poisoned, and it is still unclear... "After speaking, I looked back at the door, tears involuntarily flowed down. He originally wanted to comfort Xinyuan. He didn't expect that he was also a master and apprentice. When he thought that his master was poisoned, his life and death were unknown, his heart was anxious and fearful, and tears fell.
Xinyuan has been sitting like that, the previous scenes circling quickly in his mind. For a while, he thinks of the Tianshan Mountains in the Western Regions, and the rivers in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have gone back to the past, as if back to the days when the world was home when I crossed thousands of rivers and mountains with Master, and lived a life of no fixed place again.
When he woke up from the memory, it was already an hour later. In this hour, Xinyuan was sometimes sober, and sometimes a little confused. The people and things he had experienced in the thirteen years appeared in his mind. Some of them can be remembered clearly, and some can’t be remembered. They flashed past his mind like a storm, leaving only him. A piece of confusion in my heart. He looked at Master's body, thinking about all the care and love he had for himself when he was alive, and the more he thought about it, the more sad he became. Then he thought that Master had died in the abbot's room, and couldn't help but get angry from his heart, wishing that it was not for the old monk Baimei to ask Master to talk, and Master would not be killed. Thinking of this, even the monks in Xizi Temple hated them, thinking that you killed my master and left me alone. I am now unable to settle accounts with you. One day when I grow up, I will talk to you. Collect this blood debt. Thinking about it this way, he thought that the monk in this temple killed the master and passed on a blood debt to Xizi Temple full of resentment.
When the noise of the people outside became a mess, he suddenly thought that since it was the monk in the temple who killed the master, they would definitely not let themselves go, and he could no longer stay here. He turned his head and glanced behind him, and Yi Ran had already left. So he dragged up Master's body and quietly went out through the back door, and when he left, he kicked the cushion of Master Baimei hard.
My heart left the Xizi Temple, looking up at the sky, it was already noon. He was upset in his heart, carrying the sacred tree on his back, not knowing where to go for a while. After walking around for a while, when he came to a mountain, he couldn't see a forest in the distance, and then he walked over. It was a small maple leaf forest. It was March in Yangchun, and sharp green buds grew on the trees. Although they hadn't grown into leaves, they already showed the breath of spring.
Xinyuan stopped under a huge rock at the foot of the mountain and laid the body flat on the ground. Looking at Master's kind and old face, thinking of his voice, smile and words and deeds when he was alive, tears suddenly rolled down like a river.
After crying for a while, it was dark. He raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky. He remembered that when he was a child, he heard people say that everyone has his own star in the sky. So which one would the master be? After looking at it for a while, I felt that I really didn't know, so I thought I should have the master cremated as soon as possible, so that the old man could upgrade his happiness earlier. So he wiped away the tears and went to find some dry wood to put on the corpse. Just about to ignite, I suddenly remembered that I had ran out secretly. At this time, the evil monks must be arresting themselves everywhere. If they saw the fireworks, they might find it here. Thinking of this, I didn’t start the fire. I dug a hole in the ground, buried the body in it, knelt down a few heads, and said with tears: "Master, those monks killed you, don’t worry, I I’ll burn their temple to avenge you. I’ll look for a famous master now. After I have learned martial arts, I will come back to see you.” Then I got up and wiped away my tears, looked at Xizi Temple from a distance, and walked in the opposite direction. go.
After walking about seven or eight miles, he looked up at the night. It was about two o'clock. There was no moon in the sky, only a few sparse stars were shining. He felt that he was really tired, and then he remembered that he had been a day. No food or drink. He had never been so tired before. His limbs were sore and weak, his hands and feet were weak, and he couldn't walk anymore, so he sat down against a big tree and fell asleep after a while.
In my sleep, time went back, and the situation went back to the winter morning eight years ago. The north wind was blowing, and there was heavy snow, a child curled up under the eaves of the hotel...
It was a beggar who was between six and seven years old, wearing a rag, barefoot, his hands and feet were purple, and his face was pale. His body was twitching non-stop, and his eyes weakly looked at the sparsely passing people on the street. A day ago, he was still hoping that someone could give him the leftovers of his meal; now, he doesn't even look forward to hope, he just hopes that he will die soon, because he knows that sometimes death is better than living!
Just when he completely lost hope in life, a big hand stretched out. It was an old hand, with slender fingers and big bones, which looked vigorous and powerful. But the thing that fascinates the child the most is the thing in the hands of the old man-half a roasted brown chicken!
It was the chicken that saved the child, and it was the chicken that made the child travel across the entire river, the Great Wall, and the inside and outside of the Great Wall in the next eight years...