death like wind

In the middle of the night, Su Jin was woken up by the pain, her stomach throbbing, piercing pain, sweating profusely from the pain, she gritted her teeth desperately to keep silent.For a moment, Su Jin thought that she would be in pain enough to go to see Lord Yan.

It wasn't until dawn that the pain subsided and turned into a stuffy pain. After relaxing, I felt drenched all over. The temperature at night was still very cold. Even though my limbs were sore and weak, Su Jin was still strong. Standing up, I groped tremblingly to the bathroom to take a shower.

After tossing all night, his body became weaker and weaker, and he couldn't get any wind, so he added a sweater inside and a thick cloak outside.Su Jin looked at her pale face in the mirror, and sighed leisurely.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Qiao Wuchai knocked on the door and asked him to have breakfast. Su Jin excused that he was not feeling well. After a while, Qiao Wuchai came over with breakfast, and behind him was a host who was nearly sixty years old. .

Su Jin was lying on the window sill in a daze, when she saw someone coming in, she quickly got up to greet her, Qiao Wucai said: "Yesterday, I saw that you looked bad, so I invited the host to come over and take a look for you, if it drags on for a long time, it might become a serious illness. "

"It's really nothing." Su Jin took the breakfast and put it on the table, and called the host to take a seat, but didn't say a word about her physical condition.

This host can be said to have watched Su Jin grow up since he was a child, and has always regarded him as his own disciple. Holding a Buddhist bead in one hand, he performed a Buddhist ceremony with the other hand on his chest, saying: "The benefactor has not followed the past in recent years. Take the prescribed prescription."

Su Jin took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, and said in embarrassment, "I have some, I keep eating them."

Qiao Wucai gave him a blank look, probably he had already thrown that prescription into the trash.

The host is an honest monk, because he has never told a lie, so he will not try to figure out others with a lying mind, so he really believed in Su Jin's evil, looked at him lovingly and said: "Then ask the benefactor to extend his hand." Let me take the pulse and see what's going on."

Su Jin chewed a few mouthfuls of the steamed stuffed bun, and stretched out her hand reluctantly.

Those hands are very beautiful, white and slender, like white porcelain, and the nails are neatly trimmed, with elliptical arcs that shimmer slightly in the rising sun.The host raised his sleeves and put them on his wrists, the calm and compassionate expression of the monks instantly cracked.

Su Jin and Qiao Wuchai's heart skipped a beat, thinking it was an incurable disease, at that moment Su Jin even thought about how to distribute the inheritance.

Qiao Wuchai asked, "Host, what's going on?"

The old host took a deep breath, put his fingers on his pulse again, and listened intently. Qiao Wuchai also held his breath, for fear of disturbing the host's identification.

The room was so quiet that a needle could be heard. After 3 minutes, the host moved his hand away without saying a word, his expression was very tangled, and he sighed deeply.

Qiao Wuchai's heart skipped a beat, with a desperate expression, he staggered out of the dreary room, planning to fix the coffin as soon as possible, and then set up a geomantic treasure in the cemetery, so that Su Jin would not be cold underground in the future.

At first, Su Jin didn't think much of it, but after seeing Qiao Wuchai's distraught back, she realized that she was a little uneasy. She turned to the host and asked, "Could it be that you have some incurable disease?"

"Yes, and no." The host was still a little dazed, and began to question himself: "Probably because I am old and can't distinguish clearly, but I have a happy pulse. It must be because I am old. Hey, the benefactor should go to a big hospital for treatment." Let's see."

After finishing speaking, the host also doubted himself, and left without a master. He had to find a place to calm down. This world is too crazy.

The air in the room was so still that it was suffocating. The sun shone through the carved wooden window, but she felt chills all over her body. The coldness that came from her bones almost made Su Jin unable to think.

He put his hand on his flat stomach meaninglessly, staring at the void in a daze. Only an empty brain can allow him to escape from reality temporarily, hide in a corner that no one can find, and slowly restore his world view that is on the verge of collapse.

After sitting quietly for an hour, Su Jin picked up the cold porridge and ate bite by bite like a normal person, her movements were elegant and reserved, and she didn't look like she had just been bombarded by thunder.

Su Jin's ability to accept is very fast, just like accepting what Hei Ying said to him, with a calm face, but with a resolute attitude to cut off the relationship between the two.Although he didn't know why he was pregnant, he quickly recovered his emotions and accepted it calmly.

The sunlight outside the window was just right, but it was a bit cold on the body. Su Jin opened the door and saw six little friends standing in a row in front of his door, with heavy expressions and sad eyes, among which Wang Lanhua was the most, with twitching eyes They were all swollen from crying, like a red walnut.

Su Jin: "..."

"you......"

"Brother, I really didn't expect it. I thought that you would pass the coming-of-age ceremony successfully, and then nothing would happen. You could live peacefully until your hair turns gray, but... how could this happen?" Li Ying She couldn't help crying as she spoke, but because she had the same physique as Su Jin, she couldn't shed tears.

On the contrary, Wang Lanhua's tears flowed down her face as if she didn't want money: "Brother Su, you are so sad, I can't bear you, as long as it can cure your illness, no matter how much money you have flower."

"No, I..." Su Jin raised her forehead, before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted again.

"Brother, let's keep your base well managed, otherwise your hard work will be in vain. When you die every year, we will visit you and burn paper money for you. Don't be hungry and cold underground." Gentlemen, the corners of his eyes were also wet at this time, he finished speaking in a crying voice, and even hiccupped loudly.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Hasn't this been confirmed yet? Now that medical skills are so advanced, maybe... maybe there will be a cure!" Yu Miaomiao couldn't help kicking Hu Daren, turned around and held Wang Lanhua Hugging her in his arms and patting her on the back was comforting, just like Wang Lanhua was crying out of breath, it is really possible that she didn't catch her breath, and she was with Su Jin on Huangquan Road.

"Calm down, I'm fine." After everyone finished talking, Su Jin finally found a chance to intervene: "The host just said that I took too much medicine, and the residual poison accumulated in my body."

The five people's sad expressions froze on their faces, as if they had been struck by thunder, they all froze in place, and everyone was a little embarrassed for a while.Only Wang Lanhua was still immersed in her sadness and couldn't extricate herself. Seeing the sudden silence in the air, she raised her head blankly and asked, "Why don't you cry?"

Everyone turned their heads to look at Qiao Wuchai in unison. Qiao Wuchai coughed several times in embarrassment, took a few steps back, and disappeared in an instant. Originally, they wanted to ask why the host had such a big reaction, but now the situation is still It's important to save your life.

After getting rid of a group of bad friends, Su Jin's mood improved after such a commotion. She screwed the empty bowl to the kitchen to clean it. When passing Chengtian Temple, she saw the majestic and majestic Buddha statue, so she went in and worshiped devoutly.

The little novice who was knocking on the wooden fish uncontrollably glanced at Su Jin's face. He had never seen such a good-looking person, and the frequency of knocking on the wooden fish was messed up.

The Buddha statue has a smile on its face and kind eyes, revealing the compassion of all sentient beings, as if looking at the believers kneeling under the lotus platform, without sadness or joy, without emotion or desire, this is the god in the eyes of the world.

Su Jin put his hands together and knelt with his eyes closed. Zen Head, who was in charge of worshiping the Buddha, looked at him kindly, holding a bamboo stick in his hand, and said, "Does the benefactor need a divination?"

There are 64 hexagrams of the Zhouyi in the bamboo tube, each of which has a hexagram image, and each hexagram symbolizes a certain thing, the specific background of the occurrence, change and development of the phenomenon.When she was a child, Su Jin often went to the temple to shake the bamboo tube for divination, probably because of her insincerity, she failed once.

Su Jin hesitated for a while, put her hands on her lower abdomen unconsciously, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Master."

"Sincerity leads to spirit." The old monk handed him the bamboo tube, which was heavy in his hand. Su Jin closed her eyes and recited "Guan Zi Zai Bodhisattva" in her heart, shaking the bamboo tube in her hand, and with a bang, a hexagram stick fell off out.

The old monk took a look at it, handed it to Su Jin, and said with a smile: "This is a dry lottery, few people can shake it."

Xiang said: Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives constantly for self-improvement.

Su Jin stared blankly, stood for a long time, and then bowed her hands to her teacher and father to thank her. The things she had been struggling with all this time seemed like the clouds were clearing and the sky was clear, and the Lingtai was completely clear.

After the very good-looking little brother left, the little novice asked softly: "Master, why did you fill the bamboo tube with dry sticks?"

The old monk put the 63 dry lottery sticks back into the cabinet, and took out the real 64 Zhouyi hexagram lottery from the other floor, looked up at the Buddha statue with palms together, and smiled: "Amituofo, monks are merciful and can help others." Why not do it."

The little novice scratched his shiny head and looked puzzled: "But the Buddha said: Monks don't tell lies, Master, you have violated the precept of not telling lies."

The old monk laughed twice, rubbed the young apprentice's head, and said: "If a white lie can make the mirror reunite, even if it is a violation of the precepts, the Buddha will not punish it."

In the afternoon, Su Jin took six little friends to offer incense to the master. After experiencing the farce in the morning, everyone was a little bit stupefied at this time, silently following behind, and their expressions changed several times.

Only Wang Lanhua was still heartless, jumping up and down like a wild monkey, and had already forgotten what happened in the morning.

After burning incense, the gloomy atmosphere got better. A group of people discussed going to the mountain to pick peach blossoms, and then got some peach blossom wine to drink. Su Jin went with them and hid in the small courtyard by herself, learning the Buddhist ceremony with the presiding officer. Zen, to calm down the mood that has always been anxious these days.

Every night, it is the period when one's mental defense is the most vulnerable. Su Jin taps on the phone for the nth time, looks at the name in the address book in a daze, and can't control her fingers.

He was not thinking about him at this moment, but this wave of unbearable thoughts, going crazy to recall the past between the two, and pictured the appearance of that person in his mind, even the arrangement of his eyelashes was clear .

In the end, Su Jin gritted her teeth and endured it, locked her mobile phone in the cabinet, leaned against the pillar in a daze, and subconsciously smiled softly when she touched her belly with her palm.

The cold moonlight fell on the ground, like the frost of deep winter, the koi in the pond leaped out of the water, the lotus shone faintly under the moonlight, not far away was the sound of Wang Lanhua laughing and chatting with Hu Daren The yelling added a touch of joy to the peaceful night.

"I know, you will always come." In the vast starry sky, the old man came through the void, his white beard trembled, and he showed a deep smile.

Su Jin looked up at the boundless night sky, his eyes reflected the flowing nebula, his pale face still did not detract from his stunning beauty.

"I want to know why the gods destroyed Erzhoumu." This question has been stored in his heart for a long time, but every time he thinks about it, his heart throbs. His intuition makes him want to avoid it, and he doesn't want to pursue the answer.

The old man walked slowly to the Nebula Totem, paused for a moment while stroking his beard, and said with a helpless smile, "I never thought that you would ask such a big question when you came here."

"What's the secret?"

The old man sighed, his expression was never serious before: "You may not be able to bear this secret."

"I would like to hear the details." Su Jin's attitude was resolute, and she had the attitude of not giving up until she told the reason.

The old man hesitated for a while, his eyes stayed on his stomach, as if he had made a big decision, he said slowly: "You follow me."

The old man opened a gap in the void with his bare hands, and it rippled away like water waves. He stepped into it first, followed by Su Jin.

There are cherry blossoms all over the field, and the holy pink and white petals are falling down, paving a carpet. The old man walked in front of the road and said: "This is a small world created by God, but we are not in the small world. Here, but the illusion that you have reproduced."

Su Jin didn't speak, the flower forest was getting deeper and deeper, his heart was pounding, it seemed that there was a kind of blood pull that attracted him, the familiar throbbing made every drop of his blood boil.

Not long after walking, a small tombstone appeared in front of him, covered with a thick layer of petals. When Su Jin saw the small grave, his pupils constricted suddenly, his heart ached, and the air he sucked into his lungs scraped sharply. Body.

"This is..." Su Jin trembled uncontrollably, and staggered to the small grave. The sun shone through the layers of flower branches and shone on her body, which was as cold as ice.

"You put your hand on the tombstone and the answer will emerge."

Su Jin took a deep breath, raised his trembling hand, and when his fingers touched the tombstone, cherry blossoms disturbed his vision, and distorted images flashed before his eyes, piecing together scenes of painful memories.

It was like a stone falling into a quiet pool, instantly causing shocking waves.

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