Chapter 307

The temple is not big, so there are not many pilgrims. The hall is dedicated to the rare Tibetan Bodhisattva in Mount Wutai, and there are not many monks. Only an old monk is knocking wooden fish in the hall.

Yang Zhao helped Ling Qingyu kneel on the mat and kowtowed three heads in good faith.

Ling Qingyu also kowtowed three heads in good faith. The Bodhisattva is in charge of hell, and he came from a wisp of soul, which means that everything in hell should exist. Anyway, there is no harm in flattering the boss of the place he always wants to go. Besides, Yan San is only afraid of waiting by the Naho bridge, so Bodhisattva, please send a letter to tell Yan San that Ling Qingyu is living well now, and ask him not to worry.

Compared with Yang Zhao, Ling Qingyu knocked her head for a long time. The old monk unconsciously looked up at her for a few eyes. Seeing that she knocked it off, he took down a hairpin on her head and placed it on the merit box. Unconsciously, he looked at her for a few more eyes, and then looked at the man next to him who took out a ingot of silver from his pocket and placed it on the merit box. His toothless mouth cracked, stood up and walked in front of the two people.

Yang Zhao was taking incense from the side. Seeing the old monk coming, he stood quietly and looked at him.

The old monk looked at Yang Zhao and Ling Qingyu, and said with a smile, "gain is not necessarily gain, loss is not necessarily loss, benefactor, just keep your heart, and what you want will be achieved." Then she stopped looking at Ling Qingyu's stunned face and walked out with a smile.

This Zen machine? Ling Qingyu watched the old monk leave leisurely but quickly. He was speechless. He helped Yang Zhao to stand up and respectfully offered three incense sticks. Then he was carried by Yang Zhao and walked out of the temple slowly.

"That man is full of blood, and his evil spirit is too heavy. I'm afraid..." an old monk who has been standing in the corner said to Lao he Shangdao who came slowly.

"The woman is a man who has made great contributions to the world. Although the man kills too much, he is open-minded, and the killing he committed is also for the country and the people. He is an iron and blood husband." the old monk turned and watched the two people walk out of the temple door, saying, "it's a pity that deep love doesn't last long."

Not long after walking out of the temple gate, it began to rain. The forest was still shining with sunshine, but there were fine raindrops.

Ling Qingyu took the umbrella from yingshisan, held it open and blocked Yang Zhao's head, and walked leisurely among a group of people who were looking for places to shelter from the rain.

When Yan Qi and his party rode from the foot of the mountain in the rain, they saw the two people strolling in the rain at a glance, as harmonious and warm as ink landscape.

Yang Zhao's expression was Yilin, and they left marks all the way, so that Heishui customs affairs can be found immediately. After such a leisurely life with light scales, seeing Meng Su at this time, his heart suddenly tightened, and he knew that the leisurely days were gone at least this time.

The spies of Shuozhou and Quanzhou have all returned. There are frequent changes in the Liao army and Dangxiang army on the Shuozhou side. In a small conflict between the two sides in April, the Liao state killed the beloved son of a ruling aristocrat of Dangxiang, so Dangxiang now sends 200000 troops to confront the Liao state in Wuzhou, Shuozhou. There have been several small-scale conflicts. Recently, both sides are gathering, and some troops have begun to approach the two small cities captured by Yang Zhao last year.

This is a big deal. Without waiting for Yang Zhao to speak, Ling Qingyu said, "Zhao, go back first, and I'll come back later." She is still unable to ride a horse. If Yang Zhao is allowed to follow her in a carriage, it will take two days to arrive. The military situation is so hot that it can't be delayed.

Shadow nine dismounted, Yang Zhao put Ling Qingyu down, gathered her hair scattered by the wind, kissed her lips, and whispered, "come back quickly, don't delay."

Ling Qingyu nodded with a smile, put her hand on Ying shisan's shoulder, stood well with strength, and said with a smile, "I know, so I'll go back and pack my things and hurry on my way."

Although reluctant, Yang Zhao got on the horse and galloped away with Meng Su in the rain.

Their backs disappeared, and Ling Qingyu was also a little overwhelmed. As soon as her body tilted, she was held by Yan Qi, who had jumped off her horse, and then picked her up and said, "thirteen, lead the way."

The way back was still a little far away. Ling Qingyu looked at Yan Qi with some worry, and then looked at Ying Jiu, who was walking behind with his horse, and asked, "are you both well?"

"Almost." Yan Qi laughed. Naturally, it's still not completely good. Both he and Ying Jiu suffer internal injuries, which are easy to heal, but internal injuries are not so easy to heal. However, Ying Shi and Ying Er have been sent out by him and asked others to escort Ling Qingyu back. He's even more worried. He might as well come by himself. Even if the injury hasn't healed, he and Ying Jiu are the most powerful.

Ling Qingyu leaned his head against his chest and said with a smile, "this is also a large gathering of the wounded."

"Well, Alan made a lot of medicine this time. It seems that Yang Zhao and them will go to Yinzhou soon." Yan Qi glanced at Ling Qingyu's excited face and said, "can you go and don't ask me?"

"Stingy." Ling Qingyu tooted his mouth and said, then fell his head on his chest, heard the heartbeat inside his chest, and sighed in a low voice, "Yan Qi, it's good for you to live..."

Shadow nine and shadow thirteen packed their things quickly. After lunch, they left the monk and went back to Dai County.

In the afternoon, it began to rain heavily, from drizzle to torrential rain. The mountain road was full of mud, and the carriage bumped up.

Yan Qi opened the curtain and looked, frowned slightly, and said loudly, "thirteen, can't it be faster?"

Shadow thirteen wiped the rain on his face. The rain was too heavy and the mountain road was rugged, so that the dense forest in front of him was caged in a fog, and his line of sight could not be seen ten meters away.

"I'm afraid I can't. It's dangerous no matter how fast." Shadow thirteen turned back.

If at this speed, I'm afraid I can't get to the inn before dark, and this carriage is not better than my own. It's impossible to camp outside in such a heavy rain. Yan Qi looked at Ling Qingyu, who has fallen asleep on his leg. Although it's a few days before July 14, she has had several attacks in advance, which is also the reason why he doesn't trust to come by himself.

"See if there is a place to rest?" Yan Qi Dao. If I had known it would rain so heavily, I would rather stay in naringpu temple for one night.

auzw. Com "I'll find it." Ying Jiu opened the door and jumped out of the car. He unhook the reins of the horse from behind the car, rolled over and mounted the horse, beating the horse forward.

Yesterday, I got up in the middle of the night to climb the mountain to watch the sunrise. Although the carriage is bumpy now, Ling Qingyu still lies on Yan Qi's legs and sleeps safely. She has grown back some meat with a smile on her face.

Yan Qi's fingers gently crossed her eyebrows and eyes. The battle of life and death had passed for more than two months, but it seemed to be still yesterday. Every time he saw her inadvertently looking for the figure, he knew that the figure standing in front of her covered with blood was engraved into her bone and blood, just like her whisper, and he also knew that her heart must be dripping blood like thinking of the person.

It was an unforgettable love. Even if she also loved Yang Zhao and was connected with Yang Zhao's heart, no one could replace Yan San in her heart.

If you can't replace the position in your heart, fill the position around you first. Yan San, this is what you said. When you die, it's mine.

Yan Qi lowered his head and gently pecked the bloody lips.

Dada, the rapid sound of horses' hoofs, and the sound of shadow nine came from the rain curtain: "thirteen, there is an abandoned temple in front, which can also be accommodated."

With the shadow nine, shadow thirteen turned the carriage into a path next to the official road. Not far away, there was a broken temple.

The wall of the temple has collapsed in half, and the gate is diagonally hung on the half wall that has not yet fallen. There is only a main hall and most of the tiles in the house, and the rest are broken eaves and walls, as if they had been burned by a big fire.

Shadow nine kicked down the gate, so that shadow thirteen could drive the carriage into the yard, and then went out to the woods to cut down many branches, jumped onto the roof of the main hall, and covered the branches on the small half of the missing tiles. In this way, the main hall can be stunned.

Ying Shishi calmed the horse first, then cleaned a clean place in the main hall, and then moved the broken wood from the abandoned houses on both sides into the main hall and set up a fire.

When it was sorted out like that, Ying Xifang put up an umbrella to cover the door of the carriage and said, "seventh master, you can go in."

Yan Qi carefully picked up Ling Qingyu, got out of the carriage, walked quickly into the main hall, saw the statue of Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva whose eyes were half inclined, and walked to the fire.

After sending Yan Qi in, Ying shisan turned around and went to the carriage to get blankets and cushions, put them on the cleaned ground, put the soft cushions away, and then took the cloak and thin quilt in.

Yan Qi gently put Ling Qingyu on the cushion, sat next to her, and then hugged her body and leaned against his arms.

Ling Qingyu snorted softly, reached the most comfortable position and continued to sleep.

Shadow nine also built a simple shed for carriages and horses with branches, and then brought a few game in when cutting wood.

Ying shisan took the game and squatted in the rain to deal with it. At the same time, he took the wooden bucket on the carriage and put it outside to receive the rain.

Seeing Ying Jiu coming in, he clenched his fist against his mouth and coughed in a low voice. Yan Qi said, "nine, change your clothes first so that you can breathe."

Ying Jiu nodded and went back to the carriage to bring in the clothes of several people. Then he swallowed a pill and took off his coat. The bandage wrapped around his waist had already been wet and had red blood stains.

"Don't talk about it." As soon as Ying Jiu was about to pull off the bandage, he heard Ling Qingyu's voice. Looking back, Ling Qingyu had sat up from Yan Qihuai and was frowning at himself.

"Come here, nine." Ling Qingyu waved, with a ray of pain between her eyebrows.

Ying Jiu walked over and saw that Ling Qingyu wanted to help him with the medicine. He glanced at the cushion under her and shook his head and said, "it will get wet."

"Long winded," Ling Qingyu stared, sat up straight, patted his side, and said, "pants changed, come here."

Shadow nine Oh, he changed his pants, then sat next to her with his upper body bare, and said, "it's almost better, it's OK."

Ling Qingyu carefully removed his bandage. Seeing that there was still thin blood flow from the wound like the two copper coins before and after, he took the medicine handed over by Yan Qi, carefully helped him with it, and then put on a new bandage. Then he gasped his airway: "the wound is still like this, why do you rush here?" And I don't cherish myself at all in such a heavy rain.

Shadow nine put on his coat and said with a smile, "it's all right. I used to kill people when the wound was rotten."

Ying Shishi came in with water and processed game and said, "only you are stupid. You are calculated every time."

"Thirteen, change your clothes."

"OK." Hearing Ling Qingyu's words, shadow thirteen handed the game in her hand to shadow nine and took off her clothes that were too wet to be wet anymore.

He had recovered from the trauma, but even with Alan's wonderful hands and those good drugs, he still left all kinds of scars on his body, especially the traces of those soldering irons, blooming on his slender and beautiful body like flowers.

Ling Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly, and then looked up. Shadow thirteen had quickly put on clean clothes, and then took the game from shadow nine's hands, put it on the fire rack, and then took out all kinds of condiments.