This temple is not big, so there are not many pilgrims. The main hall enshrines the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, which is rare in Wutai Mountain. There are not many monks, only an old monk knocks on the wooden fish in the main hall.
Yang Zhao supported Ling Qingyu to kneel on the mat, and sincerely kowtowed three times.
Ling Qingyu also kowtowed three times sincerely. This Bodhisattva is in charge of hell, and he came here with a ray of soul, which means that hell should exist. Anyway, to please this place that is always going Besides, Yan San is probably still waiting by the Naihe Bridge, so Bodhisattva, please bring a letter to Yan San, telling Yan San that Ling Qingyu is living very well now, and ask him not to worry.
Compared with Yang Zhao, Ling Qingyu kowtowed for a longer time. The old monk unconsciously raised his head and looked at her. He looked at her a few more times, and then looked at the man next to him who took out a big silver from his purse and put it on the merit box. His toothless smile broke, he stood up, and walked in front of the two of them.
Yang Zhaozheng took some incense from the side, and when he saw the old monk approaching, he stood quietly and looked at him.
The old monk looked at Yang Zhao, then at Ling Qingyu, and said with a smile, "A gain is not necessarily a gain, and a loss is not necessarily a loss. Donor, just keep your heart. What you think will eventually come true." Seeing Ling Qingyu's stunned face, he walked out with a smile.
This Zen machine played? Ling Qingyu looked at the old monk leaving leisurely but quickly, very speechless, helped Yang Zhao to stand up, also respectfully put on three sticks of incense, and then was carried by Yang Zhao, slowly walked out of the temple.
"That man is covered in blood, and his aura is too strong. I'm afraid..." An old monk who had been standing in the corner said to the old monk who was walking slowly.
"That woman is a person of great merit to this world. Although that man killed too much, he is open-minded. The killing he committed was for the country and the people. He is a man of iron and blood." The old monk turned and looked at the two people who walked out. Temple gate, said: "It's just a pity, love is deep and lifeless."
Not long after walking out of the temple gate, it began to rain lightly. There was still bright sunshine in the forest, but fine raindrops floated up.
Ling Qingyu took the umbrella from Ying Shisan and opened it to cover Yang Zhao's head, walking leisurely among a group of people looking for shelter from the rain.
When Yan Qi and his party came riding from the foot of the mountain under the raindrops, they immediately saw the two people strolling in the rain, as harmonious and warm as ink and wash landscapes.
Yang Zhao's expression was terrified. They left marks along the way, so that they could find them immediately if they had something to do in Heishuiguan. You know, the free time, at least this time, is gone.
The spies from Shuozhou and Quanzhou have all returned, and the Liao army and the Dangxiang army in Shuozhou have frequent changes. In a small conflict between the two sides in April, the Liao Kingdom killed the beloved son of a nobleman in power in Dangxiang, so The party project is now sending 200,000 troops to confront the Liao Kingdom in Shuozhou and Wuzhou. There have been several small-scale conflicts. Recently, both sides are gathering. Some troops have begun to approach the two small cities that Yang Zhao captured last year.
This is a big deal, before Yang Zhao could speak, Ling Qingyu said, "Zhao, you go back first, and I'll be back later." She couldn't ride a horse yet, so if Yang Zhao were to follow her in a carriage, it would take two days to get there. Fire, don't delay.
After Ying Jiu got off the horse, Yang Zhao put Ling Qingyu down, brushed her hair that was blown away by the wind, kissed her lips lightly, and said in a low voice: "You should come back soon, don't delay. "
Ling Qingyu nodded with a smile, put his hands on Ying Shisan's shoulders, stood up with strength, and said with a smile: "I see, I'll go back and pack my things and hurry on my way."
Although he was reluctant to give up, Yang Zhao got on the horse and galloped away with Meng Su in the rain.
The backs of the two disappeared, and Ling Qingyu couldn't stand it any longer. As soon as he tilted his body, Yan Qi who had jumped off the horse supported her, and then picked her up, saying: "Thirteen, lead the way."
There was still a long way to go back, Ling Qingyu looked at Yan Qi worriedly, then at Ying Jiu who was walking behind leading the horse, and asked, "Are both of your injuries healed?"
"Almost." Yan Qi said with a smile. Naturally, he and Ying Jiu both suffered from internal injuries, which are easy to heal, but internal injuries are not so easy to heal, but Ying Ten and Ying Er have already been sent out by him, and he asked others to escort Ling Qingyu back. Don't worry, it's better to come by yourself, even if the injury is still not healed, he and Ying Jiu are still the strongest in fighting.
Ling Qingyu rested her head on his chest and said with a smile, "This is also a large gathering of wounded."
"Well, Alan has made a lot of medicine this time, and it looks like Yang Zhao and the others are going to Yinzhou soon." Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu's excited face, and said, "Don't ask me if you can go. "
"Stingy." Ling Qingyu muttered with a pouted mouth, then laid her head on his chest, heard the heartbeat in his chest, and sighed in a low voice: "Yan Qi, it's good that you are alive..."
Ying Jiu and Ying Shisan packed their things quickly. After lunch, they bid farewell to the monks and went back to Dai County.
In the afternoon, the rain started to get heavy, from drizzle to torrential rain, the mountain road was full of mud, and the carriage started to bump.
Yan Qi opened the curtains to look, frowned slightly, and said loudly, "Thirteen, can't you go any faster?"
Ying Thirteen wiped the rain from his face, the rain was too heavy, and the mountain road was rugged, the dense forest in front of him was shrouded in a mist, and he couldn't see more than ten meters away.
"I'm afraid it won't work, it will be dangerous anytime soon." Ying Shisan turned around and said.
If you follow this speed, you may not be able to reach the inn before dark. This carriage is no better than your own. It is impossible to camp outside in such heavy rain. Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu who was already asleep on her lap. There are still a few days left on the fourteenth of July, but she has already had attacks early several times, which is why he is worried and must come by himself.
"Is there a place to rest?" Yan Qi asked. Had I known it was raining so hard, I would have preferred to stay in Nalingpu Monastery for one night.
"I'll look for it." Ying Jiu opened the door and jumped out of the car, untied the horse's reins from behind the car, got on the horse, beat the horse and went forward.
I got up in the middle of the night last night to climb the mountain to watch the sunrise. Although the carriage was jolting badly, Ling Qingyu still slept peacefully on Yan Qi's lap, with a smile on his already fleshy face.
Yan Qi's fingers lightly brushed her eyebrows. The life-and-death battle has passed for more than two months, but it still seems like yesterday. The blood-stained figure was engraved into her bones and blood, just like the sentence she murmured in a low voice, he also knew that she must be thinking of that person like a drop of blood in her heart.
It was an unforgettable love, even if she also loved Yang Zhao and had a heart-to-heart relationship with Yang Zhao, but no one could replace Yan San in her heart.
If you can't replace the position in your heart, then fill in the position around you first. Yan San, this is what you said, when you die, it will belong to me.
Yan Qi lowered her head, and lightly pecked her lips that were already a little bloody.
Da da da, the sound of hurried horseshoes, Ying Jiu's voice came from the rain curtain: "Thirteen, there is an abandoned temple in front of it, there is room for it."
Following Ying Jiu and Ying Thirteen, they turned the carriage and turned into a small road next to the official road, not far away was a ruined temple.
Half of the wall of the temple has collapsed, the gate hangs obliquely on the half of the wall that has not yet collapsed, and there is only a main hall and half of the tiles left in the house inside, and the rest are broken eaves and walls, as if destroyed by fire Burned the same.
Ying Jiu kicked down the gate so that Ying Shisan could drive the carriage into the yard, then went to the woods outside, cut off a lot of branches and jumped onto the roof of the main hall, and covered the branches on the small half that lacked tiles. I can stay.
Ying Thirteen calmed down the horse first, then swept out a clean space in the main hall, then moved the broken logs from the abandoned houses on both sides into the main hall, and set up a fire.
After the inside was tidied up like that, Ying Shisanfang held up an umbrella to cover the door of the carriage, and said, "Master Qi, you can go in."
Yan Qi carefully picked up Ling Qingyu, got off the carriage, walked quickly into the main hall, glanced at the statue of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, which was half-tilted, and walked to the fire.
After Ying Shisan sent Yan Qi in, he turned around and went to the carriage to get blankets and cushions, spread them on the cleaned ground, put the soft backs away, and then brought in the cloak and thin quilt.
Yan Qi gently placed Ling Qingyu on the cushion, sat next to her, then hugged her and leaned against her.
Ling Qingyu hummed softly, got into the most comfortable position, and continued to sleep.
Ying Jiu used tree branches to build a simple shed for the carriage and horses, and then brought in a few wild game that he hunted while chopping wood.
Ying Shisan took the game and squatted in the rain to process it, and at the same time took the wooden bucket from the carriage and put it outside to catch the rainwater. Seeing Ying Jiu come in, he clenched his fist and coughed softly twice, Yan Qi said: "Jiu, change your clothes first so that you can adjust your breathing."
Ying Jiu nodded, went back to the carriage and brought in the clothes of several people, then swallowed a pill, took off his coat, the bandage wrapped around his waist was already soaked, and was stained with red blood.
"Don't talk nonsense." Just as Ying Jiu was about to tear off the bandage, she heard Ling Qingyu's voice. Looking back, Ling Qingyu had sat up from Yan Qi's arms and was frowning at herself.
"Come here, Jiu." Ling Qingyu beckoned, with a gleam of pain between his brows.
Ying Jiu walked over and saw that Ling Qingyu wanted to help him apply medicine. She glanced at the cushion under her body, shook her head and said, "It will get wet."
"Troubleshooting," Ling Qingyu stared, sat up straight, patted his side, and said, "I changed my pants, come here."
Ying Jiu let out a groan, changed her pants, then sat next to her topless, and said, "It's almost healed, it's okay."
Ling Qingyu carefully removed his bandage, and saw that thin blood was still flowing from the wound that looked like two copper coins at the front and back. He took the medicine handed over by Yan Qi, carefully put it on for him, and then put on a new one. Then he let out a long breath and said, "The injury is still the same, why come here?" And in such a heavy rain, he didn't spare himself at all.
Ying Jiu put on the shirt by herself, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I used to kill people when the wound rotted."
Ying Shisan came in with water and prepared wild game, and said, "You are the only one who is stupid and gets tricked every time."
"Thirteen, change your clothes and do it again."
"Okay." Hearing Ling Qingyu's words, Ying Shisan handed over the game to Ying Jiu, and took off his clothes that were too wet.
His wounds have healed, but even with Alan's wonderful hands and those good medicines, there are still various scars on his body, especially those traces of the soldering iron, blooming on his slender and beautiful body like blossoming flowers superior.
Ling Qingyu narrowed her pupils slightly, then looked up, Ying Shisan had quickly put on clean clothes, then took the game from Ying Jiu's hand, put it on the fire rack, and then took out various condiments.
This temple is not big, so there are not many pilgrims. The main hall enshrines the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, which is rare in Wutai Mountain. There are not many monks, only an old monk knocks on the wooden fish in the main hall.
Yang Zhao supported Ling Qingyu to kneel on the mat, and sincerely kowtowed three times.
Ling Qingyu also kowtowed three times sincerely. This Bodhisattva is in charge of hell, and he came here with a ray of soul, which means that hell should exist. Anyway, to please this place that is always going Besides, Yan San is probably still waiting by the Naihe Bridge, so Bodhisattva, please bring a letter to Yan San, telling Yan San that Ling Qingyu is living very well now, and ask him not to worry.
Compared with Yang Zhao, Ling Qingyu kowtowed for a longer time. The old monk unconsciously raised his head and looked at her. He looked at her a few more times, and then looked at the man next to him who took out a big silver from his purse and put it on the merit box. His toothless smile broke, he stood up, and walked in front of the two of them.
Yang Zhaozheng took some incense from the side, and when he saw the old monk approaching, he stood quietly and looked at him.
The old monk looked at Yang Zhao, then at Ling Qingyu, and said with a smile, "A gain is not necessarily a gain, and a loss is not necessarily a loss. Donor, just keep your heart. What you think will eventually come true." Seeing Ling Qingyu's stunned face, he walked out with a smile.
This Zen machine played? Ling Qingyu looked at the old monk leaving leisurely but quickly, very speechless, helped Yang Zhao to stand up, also respectfully put on three sticks of incense, and then was carried by Yang Zhao, slowly walked out of the temple.
"That man is covered in blood, and his aura is too strong. I'm afraid..." An old monk who had been standing in the corner said to the old monk who was walking slowly.
"That woman is a person of great merit to this world. Although that man killed too much, he is open-minded. The killing he committed was for the country and the people. He is a man of iron and blood." The old monk turned and looked at the two people who walked out. Temple gate, said: "It's just a pity, love is deep and lifeless."
Not long after walking out of the temple gate, it began to rain lightly. There was still bright sunshine in the forest, but fine raindrops floated up.
Ling Qingyu took the umbrella from Ying Shisan and opened it to cover Yang Zhao's head, walking leisurely among a group of people looking for shelter from the rain.
When Yan Qi and his party came riding from the foot of the mountain under the raindrops, they immediately saw the two people strolling in the rain, as harmonious and warm as ink and wash landscapes.
Yang Zhao's expression was terrified. They left marks along the way, so that they could find them immediately if they had something to do in Heishuiguan. You know, the free time, at least this time, is gone.
The spies from Shuozhou and Quanzhou have all returned, and the Liao army and the Dangxiang army in Shuozhou have frequent changes. In a small conflict between the two sides in April, the Liao Kingdom killed the beloved son of a nobleman in power in Dangxiang, so The party project is now sending 200,000 troops to confront the Liao Kingdom in Shuozhou and Wuzhou. There have been several small-scale conflicts. Recently, both sides are gathering. Some troops have begun to approach the two small cities that Yang Zhao captured last year.
This is a big deal, before Yang Zhao could speak, Ling Qingyu said, "Zhao, you go back first, and I'll be back later." She couldn't ride a horse yet, so if Yang Zhao were to follow her in a carriage, it would take two days to get there. Fire, don't delay.
After Ying Jiu got off the horse, Yang Zhao put Ling Qingyu down, brushed her hair that was blown away by the wind, kissed her lips lightly, and said in a low voice: "You should come back soon, don't delay. "
Ling Qingyu nodded with a smile, put his hands on Ying Shisan's shoulders, stood up with strength, and said with a smile: "I see, I'll go back and pack my things and hurry on my way."
Although he was reluctant to give up, Yang Zhao got on the horse and galloped away with Meng Su in the rain.
The backs of the two disappeared, and Ling Qingyu couldn't stand it any longer. As soon as he tilted his body, Yan Qi who had jumped off the horse supported her, and then picked her up, saying: "Thirteen, lead the way."
There was still a long way to go back, Ling Qingyu looked at Yan Qi worriedly, then at Ying Jiu who was walking behind leading the horse, and asked, "Are both of your injuries healed?"
"Almost." Yan Qi said with a smile. Naturally, he and Ying Jiu both suffered from internal injuries, which are easy to heal, but internal injuries are not so easy to heal, but Ying Ten and Ying Er have already been sent out by him, and he asked others to escort Ling Qingyu back. Don't worry, it's better to come by yourself, even if the injury is still not healed, he and Ying Jiu are still the strongest in fighting.
Ling Qingyu rested her head on his chest and said with a smile, "This is also a large gathering of wounded."
"Well, Alan has made a lot of medicine this time, and it looks like Yang Zhao and the others are going to Yinzhou soon." Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu's excited face, and said, "Don't ask me if you can go. "
"Stingy." Ling Qingyu muttered with a pouted mouth, then laid her head on his chest, heard the heartbeat in his chest, and sighed in a low voice: "Yan Qi, it's good that you are alive..."
Ying Jiu and Ying Shisan packed their things quickly. After lunch, they bid farewell to the monks and went back to Dai County.
In the afternoon, the rain started to get heavy, from drizzle to torrential rain, the mountain road was full of mud, and the carriage started to bump.
Yan Qi opened the curtains to look, frowned slightly, and said loudly, "Thirteen, can't you go any faster?"
Ying Thirteen wiped the rain from his face, the rain was too heavy, and the mountain road was rugged, the dense forest in front of him was shrouded in a mist, and he couldn't see more than ten meters away.
"I'm afraid it won't work, it will be dangerous anytime soon." Ying Shisan turned around and said.
If you follow this speed, you may not be able to reach the inn before dark. This carriage is no better than your own. It is impossible to camp outside in such heavy rain. Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu who was already asleep on her lap. There are still a few days left on the fourteenth of July, but she has already had attacks early several times, which is why he is worried and must come by himself.
"Is there a place to rest?" Yan Qi asked. Had I known it was raining so hard, I would have preferred to stay in Nalingpu Monastery for one night.
"I'll look for it." Ying Jiu opened the door and jumped out of the car, untied the horse's reins from behind the car, got on the horse, beat the horse and went forward.
I got up in the middle of the night last night to climb the mountain to watch the sunrise. Although the carriage was jolting badly, Ling Qingyu still slept peacefully on Yan Qi's lap, with a smile on his already fleshy face.
Yan Qi's fingers lightly brushed her eyebrows. The life-and-death battle has passed for more than two months, but it still seems like yesterday. The blood-stained figure was engraved into her bones and blood, just like the sentence she murmured in a low voice, he also knew that she must be thinking of that person like a drop of blood in her heart.
It was an unforgettable love, even if she also loved Yang Zhao and had a heart-to-heart relationship with Yang Zhao, but no one could replace Yan San in her heart.
If you can't replace the position in your heart, then fill in the position around you first. Yan San, this is what you said, when you die, it will belong to me.
Yan Qi lowered her head, and lightly pecked her lips that were already a little bloody.
Da da da, the sound of hurried horseshoes, Ying Jiu's voice came from the rain curtain: "Thirteen, there is an abandoned temple in front of it, there is room for it."
Following Ying Jiu and Ying Thirteen, they turned the carriage and turned into a small road next to the official road, not far away was a ruined temple.
Half of the wall of the temple has collapsed, the gate hangs obliquely on the half of the wall that has not yet collapsed, and there is only a main hall and half of the tiles left in the house inside, and the rest are broken eaves and walls, as if destroyed by fire Burned the same.
Ying Jiu kicked down the gate so that Ying Shisan could drive the carriage into the yard, then went to the woods outside, cut off a lot of branches and jumped onto the roof of the main hall, and covered the branches on the small half that lacked tiles. I can stay.
Ying Thirteen calmed down the horse first, then swept out a clean space in the main hall, then moved the broken logs from the abandoned houses on both sides into the main hall, and set up a fire.
After the inside was tidied up like that, Ying Shisanfang held up an umbrella to cover the door of the carriage, and said, "Master Qi, you can go in."
Yan Qi carefully picked up Ling Qingyu, got off the carriage, walked quickly into the main hall, glanced at the statue of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, which was half-tilted, and walked to the fire.
After Ying Shisan sent Yan Qi in, he turned around and went to the carriage to get blankets and cushions, spread them on the cleaned ground, put the soft backs away, and then brought in the cloak and thin quilt.
Yan Qi gently placed Ling Qingyu on the cushion, sat next to her, then hugged her and leaned against her.
Ling Qingyu hummed softly, got into the most comfortable position, and continued to sleep.
Ying Jiu used tree branches to build a simple shed for the carriage and horses, and then brought in a few wild game that he hunted while chopping wood.
Ying Shisan took the game and squatted in the rain to process it, and at the same time took the wooden bucket from the carriage and put it outside to catch the rainwater.
Seeing Ying Jiu come in, he clenched his fist and coughed softly twice, Yan Qi said: "Jiu, change your clothes first so that you can adjust your breathing."
Ying Jiu nodded, went back to the carriage and brought in the clothes of several people, then swallowed a pill, took off his coat, the bandage wrapped around his waist was already soaked, and was stained with red blood.
"Don't talk nonsense." Just as Ying Jiu was about to tear off the bandage, she heard Ling Qingyu's voice. Looking back, Ling Qingyu had sat up from Yan Qi's arms and was frowning at herself.
"Come here, Jiu." Ling Qingyu beckoned, with a gleam of pain between his brows.
Ying Jiu walked over and saw that Ling Qingyu wanted to help him apply medicine. She glanced at the cushion under her body, shook her head and said, "It will get wet."
"Troubleshooting," Ling Qingyu stared, sat up straight, patted his side, and said, "I changed my pants, come here."
Ying Jiu let out a groan, changed her pants, then sat next to her topless, and said, "It's almost healed, it's okay."
Ling Qingyu carefully removed his bandage, and saw that thin blood was still flowing from the wound that looked like two copper coins at the front and back. He took the medicine handed over by Yan Qi, carefully put it on for him, and then put on a new one. Then he let out a long breath and said, "The injury is still the same, why come here?" And in such a heavy rain, he didn't spare himself at all.
Ying Jiu put on the shirt by herself, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I used to kill people when the wound rotted."
Ying Shisan came in with water and prepared wild game, and said, "You are the only one who is stupid and gets tricked every time."
"Thirteen, change your clothes and do it again."
"Okay." Hearing Ling Qingyu's words, Ying Shisan handed over the game to Ying Jiu, and took off his clothes that were too wet.
His wounds have healed, but even with Alan's wonderful hands and those good medicines, there are still various scars on his body, especially those traces of the soldering iron, blooming on his slender and beautiful body like blossoming flowers superior.
Ling Qingyu narrowed her pupils slightly, then looked up, Ying Shisan had quickly put on clean clothes, then took the game from Ying Jiu's hand, put it on the fire rack, and then took out various condiments.