"Lao Meng..." Qiao Yang reluctantly urged the servant to get sobering soup.
"I had something to ask you during this trip, but it's a good thing you're so drunk that you look like this..." Qiao Yang sighed, but the "something wrong" in her heart became more and more serious.
Meng Lie looked like this, obviously because of Wu Jue's death, he was hit...
Qiao Yang looked at Meng Lie's temples that suddenly turned gray - why did this blow seem to be heavier than when His Highness left?
He thinks so, not because he thinks Wu Jue is unimportant, but because he understands Meng Lie quite well - Wu Jue has also said many times that Meng Lie's loyalty to His Highness is probably only a little more than that of them.
Moreover, the people who were selected by His Highness to run the secret operation were not only smart, but also vigilant. How could such a person allow himself to be so drunk as he is now?
Meng Lie was dragged to the couch aside by Qiao Yang, and Meng Lie, who was barely able to support himself while sitting, uttered drunken words in his sleep: "It's gone, everything is gone..."
When Qiao Yang lowered her head to listen carefully, she saw a tear falling from the corner of Meng Lie's closed eyes. Even though his eyes were closed, his expression still gave people a feeling of despair——
Qiao Yang's heart dropped for no reason, and she heard Mengliena's hoarse voice saying: "Wu Jue has left, and His Highness will not be able to come back..."
Qiao Yang was suddenly stunned.
What does this mean?
"Lao Meng..."
"I can't come back..." Meng Lie only whispered repeatedly and did not answer Qiao Yang's questions.
An unspeakable emotion moved rapidly in Qiao Yang's chest. In the past few days, he had always felt that Wujue's death from illness was really weird, but he couldn't help but think of the sudden death of Wujue more than ten years ago.
It's a strange disease, no matter what doctor you ask, it won't help...
So, Wu Jue and Meng Lie...really were hiding something from him?! And this matter is related to His Highness!
What on earth is going on?
What does "His Royal Highness will never come back" mean?
Could it be that before this, Meng Lie had been holding on to the idea that His Highness could "come back"?
This almost absurd obsession made Qiao Yang feel unable to think about it at the moment, and her mind was buzzing with confusion.
Just when he subconsciously had a glimmer of hope and wanted to delve deeper, he knew clearly that the truth and falsehood were no longer important, nor was the answer he came to seek. At this time, Meng Lie
It is already announcing the failure and disillusionment of this delusion.
It arises and ceases in just a moment.
Qiao Yang finally just sighed.
Seeing the waiter serving Meng Lie and drinking the sobering soup, Qiao Yang told the waiter a few words to take good care of Meng Lie and left.
In the evening wind, the blazing sunset glow on the horizon was gradually torn into pieces by the night sky, falling and dissipating, melting into scattered stars, hanging above the night curtain, silently watching the joys and sorrows of the world.
…
On the day Wujue was buried, Meng Lie did not go there.
Yu Zeng arrived before dawn and sat quietly with the monks, listening to the last chanting in his ears. Yu Zeng stared at the coffin with golden Sanskrit characters, and his thoughts gradually drifted back to the life in the military camp many years ago.
At that time, Wujue looked like a monk, but most of his work was as a cook, making summer drinks in the summer, making mutton soup in the winter, and making good pasta.
These memories are already very far away, and the people in the memories are gradually moving away with them.
There was a sound of saluting behind him. Yu Zengwei turned around and saw the Tianjing Imperial Master in gray and white robes. He only stood outside the hall and did not enter the hall to disturb the monks' final chanting.
Soon, the Qiao family also arrived, and Qiao Yumian followed her parents and elder brother to see Wujue off.
When the chanting stopped, the coffin was slowly carried away from the Buddhist hall. The sky mirror standing outside the hall door quietly watched the coffin passing by, its eyes fixed on the edge of the coffin inch by inch without ever straying from it for a moment.
It wasn't until the last monk followed him away from the hall that Tian Jing held the fly whisk in his hand and held it in his arms. He walked down the stone steps with a smile, pinching his fingers in his hands and spreading his long pale eyebrows.
He then knew that there was still a glimmer of life called "Infinite" here.
However, this vitality appears and disappears from time to time. It is so subtle that it is difficult for him to understand it.
There are so many mysteries in the long world. He has been practicing all his life, and the secrets he has only glimpsed are very small...
In the blink of an eye, he has been staying in this capital for more than ten years... All of this is because of the prophecy he accidentally left when he was passing by the Ming family in Luoyang when he was young.
Today, things are changing, and friends are traveling far away...
The sky mirror looks to the south, but there is no trace of hope in the cloudy eyes.
"The Imperial Master wants to leave the capital and travel abroad——"
After hearing this, Emperor Shengce looked at the farewell Taoist in front of him, unable to see any real joy or anger, and asked with a slight smile: "Now that the Imperial Master is not willing to be by my side?"
"No, Pindao is just trying to prove the theory of searching for the bad luck star coming from Luoyang."
The old Taoist with white beard and hair was not surprised by the favor and humiliation: "I have lived in the capital for many years, and have been appreciated and treated by saints for many years. I have been content with peace and contentment for a long time, but it is not the way to practice. Nowadays, chaos and disasters are frequent, and it is the time when strange phenomena are happening.
It’s time for me, a poor man, to take a look at the world.”
The four eyes looked at each other for a moment, and the smile in the eyes of the Holy Emperor remained undiminished, and he nodded and said: "That's fine, if the Imperial Master can really find and remove the evil stars for Da Sheng for me, the merits of the Imperial Master should be recognized.
I will honor the memory of tens of thousands of people."
"In this way, I can wait in the capital for the good news of the Imperial Master."
Tianjing raised his hand and bowed deeply: "I will live up to the trust of the saints."
"For the sake of the safety of the Imperial Master during his trip, to the outside world, I only say that the Imperial Master prays for blessings for Da Sheng and goes into seclusion to enlightenment——" The Holy Emperor looked at the sky mirror and said: "In addition, I will have people escort the Imperial Master all the way.
Only by ensuring that the Imperial Master is safe and sound can I feel at ease in the capital."
Tianjing responded: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
…
After watching Wu Jue's coffin being buried with her own eyes, Qiao Yang returned to Wu Jue's abbot's courtyard, took over Wu Jue's cassock from a monk, folded it carefully, put it into the box, and then left with the box in her arms.
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"Daddy, you are saying... Master Wujue also suffered from a strange disease many years ago, and he was covered in malignant sores... He sought numerous medical services, but in the end he was cured without any medicine?" Qiao Yumian said on the way out of Dayun Temple.
He asked thoughtfully.
She is now obsessed with medicine and has almost taken root in the Chang family in Xingningfang. Sometimes she does not go home for more than ten days. In the past two days, when she heard her father talk about Wujue's illness, she always felt that it was strange.
"Yes." Qiao Yang held the box and looked forward, thinking a lot: "There are many strange diseases in this world, which are still insurmountable by current medical science..."
Qiao Yumian was silent for a moment. However, even though she had a master as capable as her to teach her medical skills, she gradually realized a very "strange" fact - as she learned more, she discovered that the world could be healed.
The fewer symptoms there are.
When faced with difficult and complicated diseases, medical practitioners are often at a loss.
About a month ago, she came with her father to offer incense. Her father saw that Master Wujue had lost too much weight. She also tried to feel Master Wujue's pulse, consulted Master on this, and prescribed a prescription for Master Wujue -
—
However, Master Wujue was not short of famous doctors to treat him. The medical monks in the temple, the doctors in the palace, and according to my father, there were also famous doctors among the people. They all looked after Master Wujue, but he still left, and he left so fast.
Qiao Yumian felt regretful and unavoidable frustration. She realized that there was too little she could really do.
As he was about to board the carriage, a low howling sound came from the grass on one side, which attracted Qiao Yubai's attention.
The howl was not loud, but it was full of misery. The young man felt soft and subconsciously walked closer to take a look. Seeing the situation in the grass, he waved to the boy who was following him: "...Look at what this dog is doing."
Already?"
"It looks like he's injured. Please stay away, sir. Be careful of it biting someone in case of pain..." The boy said, protecting Qiao Yubai and taking two steps back: "Master and Madam are both in the car. Sir, let's go too."
move."
When Qiao Yubai was hesitating, Qiao Yumian came over and saw the yellow and white dog lying in the grass with blood stains all over his body. He immediately said: "It must be giving birth..."
After saying that, he looked at it carefully, frowned and said, "No, it's injured... It shouldn't be able to give birth at this moment."
When this kind of wild dog gives birth to pups, it is said that it will find a deserted place to build a nest in advance, but this dog chose a place not far from the roadside, and it was covered in blood. It must have been accidentally injured or injured by someone, so it hid nearby.
here.
"If you can't give birth... then is it dystocia? Or premature birth?" Qiao Yubai: "Can dogs also have dystocia? What should I do?"
And if people die from dystocia, so can dogs, right?
Seeing Qiao Yumian about to step forward, the black dog that collapsed on the ground suddenly bared its teeth in alarm. Qiao Yubai, who was talking, quickly grabbed his sister: "Mianmian, be careful!"
Qiao Yumian thought for a moment, then turned to tell Xiaoqiu: "Get my medicine box quickly!"
Xiaoqiu responded, returned to the car, and quickly brought the medicine box.
Qiao Yumian squatted down, took out a piece of cotton handkerchief, poured enough medicinal powder on it, then quickly covered the dog's mouth and nose with quick eyesight, and pressed its bloody back with her other hand——
The dog struggled for a moment, and just about to get up, it lost strength and slowly stopped moving.
Seeing that the dog closed its eyes, Qiao Yumian first put her hand into the dog's mouth and pulled out the dog's tongue.
Qiao Yubai was surprised at "It turns out that a dog's tongue is so long" and "Is this still my timid sister?" At the same time, he couldn't help asking: "...Mianmian, what does this mean?"
"I gave it some numbing powder and pulled out its tongue to prevent suffocation." As Qiao Yumian answered, she reached out and gently pressed a few places on the dog's abdomen, and then checked other injuries on its body. There were many wounds on its body.
, one of its legs was also broken, as if it had been attacked by a larger creature of its kind.
"Ma Fei San? Mianmian, do you want to..." Before Qiao Yubai finished asking, he heard his sister say to Xiao Qiu who was ready to strike: "Give me the knife."
Qiao Yumian carefully found the right position, held a short and sharp knife, and slowly made an incision on the dog's abdomen.
Qiao Yubai's eyes widened as he watched his sister take out the broken dog's belly one after another... No, she took out three puppies forcefully!
But unfortunately, two of them have stopped moving, and only one of them, the fattest one, can still close its eyes, open its mouth, stick out its pink tongue, and make a weak cry.
"Mianmian, what are you doing..." Ms. Wang stepped down from the carriage and approached the place. When she saw her daughter with blood on her hands and the "eviscerated" dog, she couldn't help but let out a scream.
Qiao Jijiu also came over, and just as he was about to speak, he saw his daughter holding up the puppy, thoughtfully.
After a moment, Qiao Yumian turned around and showed the puppy to her parents, and asked seriously: "Dad, grandma, do you think it... does it look like Master Wujue?"
Qiao Yang heard the sound of wooden fish in her heart. She was about to reprimand her daughter when she took a closer look at the puppy, but she was also stunned... Not to mention, it was really the same fat head and big ears, white and fat!
