Zhao Yuan was breathing faintly, and he felt that he was already floating.
Drifted to Qingliang Mountain.
Back then, Shimen Xianweng named Zhaoyuan Qingxiu.
Qingxiu: "Brother Qingmu, I miss you so much. Is your teacher okay?"
Qingmu: "Brother Qingxiu, it's been half a year since you went down the mountain, and we are thinking of you too.
The teacher is very good, just wandering around for many days. Are you well now? "
Qingxiu: "It's not good. Look at me, my whole body is festering and it smells inaudible. How can this be better?"
Qingmu: "Senior brother, aren't you good? How can you say such a scary thing."
Qingxiu: "It's really scary, brother, I might as well die."
Qingmu: "Didn't your mentor warn you that you should light the incense in a crisis?"
Qingxiu pours softly into Qingmu's arms, his breath is dying, and the personnel are missing.
I don’t know how much time passed, Zhaoyuan seemed to hear someone calling him from afar:
"The third instructor, the third instructor, wake up, you wake up, the third instructor..."
The distant call is very weak and misty, and it seems to be mixed with a woman's weeping.
Zhaoyuan didn't know where he was, but vaguely remembered falling into the warm arms of Senior Brother Qingmu.
Why did Brother Qingmu disappear? It seems that this is not Qingliang Mountain, so where is this place
Zhaoyuan felt warm, and felt that Senior Brother Qingmu was holding him tightly.
He wanted to say something grateful to Senior Brother Qingmu, and opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.
The distant voice floated over again:
"The third instructor's mouth moved. I saw the third instructor's mouth moved. The third instructor, you wake up..."
That voice floated to nowhere, why did Senior Brother Qingmu disappear again.
Zhaoyuan was in a trance again.
Isn’t that tile a man
Wa is the man who laughed, it was so sweet. She flew towards me, the pleated skirt fluttering in the sun like an angel.
By the well of Shuitanzi, the bonfire on Geping, the stream by the boulder.
There are also those rushing to the streets, there are many, many, for a while, I can't remember.
My heart has merged with these emotional attractions, and I cannot be separated in this life.
Even if I die, my soul remains in the pool.
Wa is a male, whether it is life or death, I am yours alone.
Wa was a man and laughed again, still so sweet.
Somehow, the man sobbed.
Zhao Yuan wanted to raise his hand as the man wiped away tears from his face, but his hand was as if it were filled with lead and he couldn't move.
The distant voice floated softly again:
"I saw the hand of the third instructor."
"I saw it too."
"Really, it moved three times."
The misty voice drifted away, and everything returned to silence.
Oh, I finally saw the teacher Shimen Xianweng.
The resolute voice of the teacher echoed in Zhaoyuan's ears:
Qingxiu, you can't just fall down like this, you still have many things to do.
Be stronger and stronger. As long as your heart does not die, you will not die...
The mentor is gone, why is the mentor gone
Zhaoyuan struggled desperately, looking for Shimen Immortal Weng, shouting: "My teacher, where are you—"
Zhaoyuan seemed to hear someone talking:
"The third instructor's body moved."
"I also saw it moved, and the third instructor seemed to have spoken."
"Mumbling, I can't hear you clearly."
Zhaoyuan struggled desperately in the perplexed darkness, shouting loudly.
Repeating the words of Shimen Xianweng: "As long as the heart does not die, it will not die."
Zhaoyuan was sweating profusely, and finally slowly opened his eyes.
The first thing Zhao Yuan saw vaguely was the little ghost master cricket.
The little ghost lord cricket saw Zhaoyuan opened his eyes and was ecstatic:
"The third instructor has come alive, and the third instructor has finally come alive."