Picking Hibiscus in Shejiang River

In this somewhat desolate land, he took his wife on the return carriage and returned to Yuejiazhuang, where there was no more Yueming Creek.

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Che Lian looked at the red eyes of Sakyamuni looking down the mountain, and then put on a thick coat for him, and then joked with a smile: "In the past, Dao Ming'er was stubborn, and I'm afraid he would never show it in front of outsiders. With such a pitiful appearance, now it seems that I was wrong."

Shi Jiayu sniffled, looked at him with some resentment and said, "I can't cry in front of outsiders, but why can't I cry in front of my own parents and daughter-in-law? It's only now that I despise my husband." Huh?"

After hearing this, Che Lian smiled even more intensely, feeling that she was still the outspoken and lovely young man in front of her, her heart seemed to be overflowing with love, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his lips.

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With Ming'er, there are not a few months left, and the time is almost cruel. Even though Che Lian sits next to her lover every day to study medical books, try to prepare some nourishing pills, and insist on doing it every day. Picking up the Buddha beads and praying devoutly at the feet of the World Honored One, Sakyamuni's body is still like a candle that is about to burn out, and it will soon dry up.

In the blink of an eye, the ice and snow on the mountains gradually melted, and there were some signs of spring flowers blooming in Muling, but Master Wuwo did not return for a long time; seeing that Sakyamuni's twilight atmosphere became more and more serious, he could no longer recall it on weekdays. With the slightest energy in the past, she often fell asleep tiredly in his arms, and Che Lian's heart became more and more painful, but she knew that she was powerless.

He stayed by Ming'er's side all day long, watching his every breath with fear, and often had difficulty falling asleep in the middle of the night, always awakened by all kinds of nightmares, and then hurriedly tried the breath of the sleeping person beside him.

Although Sakyamuni's aura is no different from that of a real old man, it is so weak that it is almost decayed, but it is unexpectedly smooth and steady, as if comforting him that he will not leave too early

However, Che Lian knew very well that if he continued like this, he would just watch Ming'er die in front of him.

When the last Sakyamuni sat down, he was still sleeping in Xiuning Mountain. He didn't know what kind of pain he had experienced before his death, or maybe he just sat down peacefully; thinking of the love letters and poems he wrote, and Thinking of herself who once sneered at the love of the world, Che Lian felt pain in her heart, and hugged Sakyamuni in her dream tightly.

After the beginning of spring, Sakyamuni fell asleep longer and longer, from the first five hours, to the next seven or eight hours, and now even ten hours is not enough.After realizing that that day was coming, Che Lian also calmed down, and no longer panicked all day long, but her eyes still couldn't hide the sorrow in her heart.

"...Beautiful lady," Sakyamuni, who was rarely sober, turned over in his arms, and touched his cheek with distress, "don't show such an expression; after all, I want to see her for the last time before I die. Yes, it’s still the smiling face of a great beauty.”

Hearing this, Che Lian quickly removed Ming'er's expression of dislike, and forced a slight smile; Shi Jiayu blinked, raised her head in satisfaction and kissed him, then fell on his knee again Fell asleep.

Just as Chelian realized that Sakyamuni had no more days left and began to recite the reincarnation mantra for him, Master Wuwo finally returned to Sanbao Temple.

On that day, when the spring was shining on the Muling Ridge, Chelian cooked beans and fed them to Sakyamuni, just as he spread the bedding for him and watched him fall asleep in front of his eyes, when he heard the news of the return of Master Wuwu, he was overjoyed immediately Ruo Kuang rushed out of the Zen courtyard, intercepting the old monk who had just gone up the mountain and had not had time to catch his breath.

Master Wuwu was busy with travel and dust, with a tired look on his face, it could be seen that he had never stopped all the way, so when he saw Chelian, he said directly:

"Boy Lian, let's go get ready, and I'll help you break through this painful seventh floor."

After many days of hard work, finally found the light of day. Surprised by surprise, Che Lian nodded hurriedly, went to take a bath and adjusted her breathing, and her heart was full of relief that Ming'er no longer had to suffer from the pain of reincarnation.

After taking care of everything and planning to go to the abbot's courtyard to find Master Wuwo, Che Lian found that he was already sitting in front of Sakyamuni's bed, his long snow-white eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his fingers were resting on his pulse gate. The mood seems to be a little complicated.

Seeing this, Che Lian paused in her footsteps, and her original ecstasy suddenly cooled down a lot. After standing silently watching for a while, she asked in a low voice: "Master, Ming'er...how long can he live?"

"About seven days."

Hearing this, Che Lian suddenly had some uneasy premonition, hesitated and said: "Then how long will it take for me to break through the seventh floor...?"

Master Wuwu glanced at him and sighed, "It will take ten days to say the least."

Che Lian's heart finally cooled down.

With only a difference of three days, they will waste more than ten years in vain, and Ming'er will suffer the pain of death again, how can he be willing, and how can he bear it?

He went forward to stare at the peaceful sleeping face of Sakyamuni, the pain he suppressed before finally turned into tears and slowly flowed down, knelt in front of the bed and caressed the beautiful but vicissitudes of life in front of him, clenched his fists for a long time , a hoarse voice came out of his throat, and he bent down to sob uncontrollably.

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After a long time, Chelian suddenly raised her head.

He grabbed the fleeting inspiration in his mind, pulled the sleeve of Master Wuwu and said: "Master, this method of breaking through the seventh floor without supplementing is not only useful for me, Yu Ming'er It should be the same, right?"

Master Wuwu was slightly taken aback: "You mean..."

"Give all my cultivation base of seizing the secret method to Ming'er, and then let the master help him break through the seventh floor." Che Lian said this method that came up by chance, and felt that it was very feasible, "If I didn't After mastering the secret method of seizing the phase, I will wither into an old monk again, but my lifespan will not be only three days; when Ming'er returns to the seventh floor, it will help me return to my youth, once and for all."

"..."

Master Wuwu stroked his beard after hearing this, and admired Chelian for coming up with such an idea; then he frowned and pondered for a moment, as if he didn't think this method was safe.

"This idea is certainly feasible, but there are quite a few people in the world who practice the secret method of stealing phases. There is no precedent for someone who breaks through the seventh level without relying on supplements. It is not surprising that there will be some risks. And if you are willing Waiting for him for more than ten years, although it will be more difficult and sad, but also more secure; Lian boy, have you thought it through clearly?"

Che Lian hesitated for a moment, then turned her eyes to the sleeping Sakyamuni, all sorts of thoughts swirled in her mind for a while, but she still made up her mind.

"...And I am willing to give it a try."

Spring

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The Sanbao Temple in spring has a romantic atmosphere that is not inferior to that of the south of the Yangtze River. The sparsely populated West Temple is still deep with flowers and trees, and the sun shines through the small window on the sleeping young monk, and it is not until evening that he can barely wake him up.

Shi Jiayu stretched his waist, felt that today's spirit seemed to be slightly better than yesterday, so he got up and got off the couch, rarely having the interest to go out for a walk.

He put on his outer robe, walked along the long flower path towards the depths of the monastery, humming a little song leisurely all the way, and as expected, he saw a phantom sitting quietly with his head bowed under a pine tree.

Che Lian was staring blankly at the two snowmen that would not melt, rubbing the string of relics that had accompanied him for many years in her hand, narrowing her eyes slightly for a long time, and vaguely felt that the sun not far away was getting darker.

He looked up at the person who was hiding behind the tree and poked his head towards him, and said with a smile:

"Ming'er, what are you hiding from?"

Sakyamuni coughed, and then appeared generously, walked to him and sat down with a smile on his face, and said: "Just now I saw a very beautiful woman sitting under a pine tree looking at the snow and worrying, I feel so bad , could it be that I'm about to change my mind; who knows that when I get closer, it's Lian Er."

Che Lian burst out laughing, raised her hand and pinched his nose, leaned over and nodded at his smiling lips, and said, "Show me who's a disciple with honey on his mouth, it's so embarrassing Ashamed."

Shi Jiayu was pinched and hummed, and opened his mouth to hold the fingertips that scolded him, and said quietly: "Of course it belongs to your family, and I am not ashamed of Lian'er alone."

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"Ming'er, let's go back to the house..."

"..."

When had Shakya ever seen such a hot and beautiful woman, with his hands tightly wrapped around his waist uncontrollably, blushing and stammering: "Lian'er, you, you... this... I..."

Che Lian raised her eyebrows, raised his chin and said: "Why, the lady wants so much, but the husband is not willing to give it?"

Sha Jiayu hurriedly shook his head, took a deep breath to call back his mind that was almost broken, then opened his eyes and looked at Chelian seriously, picked him up and rushed back to the meditation room.

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God knows how much he wants to be with the beauty again before this life is over, but Che Lian was too worried before, and refused to go any further with him in kissing, and the more and more old he was, he was getting tired every day. I can't lift my spirits; but today it is rare for him to be in good spirits, and the beauty has taken the initiative to seduce him, is there any reason not to follow?

He pushed Chelian down on the double bed that he had been happy with countless times. Seeing the beautiful woman whom he had been thinking about for two lifetimes looking at him with gentle and doting eyes, stretching out his seductive body to pick and choose, his heart beat for a split second. Like a drum, he became a little nervous.

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His cultivation base in this life was not comparable to that of Chelian, and he was powerless to resist at this moment, so he could only let these strange and familiar internal forces flow into his body, and his whole body was horribly hot, and he finally understood Chelian's intentions.

Seeing Che Lian struggling to drag Lang Lang's body, and starting to catalyze the true energy in his meridians, with a look of determination in his brows, he sighed and said helplessly: "Lian'er, you...