Chapter 1374： The demon holding her in captivity

After staying in the wooden house for another two days, Chu Qingyan felt that his body was recovering very slowly. In fact, if it was left in the past, the cold could be cured in two days, but this time, I do n’t know why. After thinking about it for so long, I started coughing again, as if I wanted to cough up the entire lung.

At this moment footsteps rang out immediately, and she could hear that it was the old lady who came in.

as expected--

"Girl, you cough again, drink this medicine soon."

The medicine soup with the scent of scent was handed to him, and Chu Qing took it with gratitude.

In the past few days, she learned from her grandmother's mouth that this is the mountainside of Fengshan. Because the wooden house is remote, few people will pass here except the people who cut wood.

She also understood why Xuanjian would arrange herself here for medical treatment, which is indeed a safe place.

After seeing her drink, the old woman went out again and said she wanted to boil chicken soup to supplement her body.

Chu Qingyan was very sad, and it was very difficult for farmers to raise poultry. It was not easy to slaughter chickens and ducks when they were young. They were just meeting each other, but the old man treated her like a granddaughter, which moved her.

Repeatedly, the elderly did not have to worry about it, but the elderly said that this was something entrusted to her by the master, and she must take good care of herself no matter what.

She was very helpless, and the old woman was indifferent to her opinions, and she seemed to be poisoned by a magic stick.

I don't know how long she was in a daze, and when she returned to God, she found someone standing by the door.

I don't know how long he stood, how much he looked at him, Chu Qingyan said embarrassedly, "Why don't you say a word when you arrive?"

He had knocked on the door before, but she didn't hear it, but when she saw that her face was unnatural, he didn't poke, came in with a smile, "the poor monk was found by the donor as soon as he entered the door."

Although he had corrected him many times by himself and asked him to call his own name, unfortunately, this person's brain was the same as that of Muyu, and she went with him in the end. She could not care what she called.

Chu Qingyan heard a sigh of relief and asked him to sit down and pour a cup of tea for him.

"How is your body recuperating these two days?" She asked casually when she could land.

She just wanted to say that it was almost better, but her body sang against her, and she began to cough violently, and her eyes were red.

Falsely seeing the looming anxiety in this eye, I don't know how to help her, I can only wait for her to return to normal.

When he was relieved, Chu Qingyan showed his apology, "This disease is like a mountain, which makes you laugh."

A humble smile, "Life disasters are normal. Donors don't need to be sorry."

Chu Qingyan nodded, believing his consolation, "Thank you for your two days of care."

"The person who takes care of you is the elderly, and the poor monks dare not take credit for it." Han said with a smile.

She thought about it too, but still said, "The elderly take care of me so much in your face. In the final analysis, I still owe your favor."

I saw that she was so persistent, but just smiled, stopped talking on it, and changed the topic.

"Door, are you mindful?"

Chu Qingyan heard his words and looked up, just seeing in his crystal clear eyes, he looked confused.

How did he see it?

She felt weird in her heart, but when he thought that he was good at calculating hexagrams, he would have insight into people's minds, so it was not strange.

"Well, there are many things in my heart." She nodded honestly.

When Xu Jian frowned slightly before standing by the door, he noticed that her mood was low. It seemed that this was the crux of her chronic illness.

"It's raining and sunny, would you like to go out for a walk?" Xu Jian offered an invitation.

She was a little surprised, but remembered that she hadn't gone out since she came here, so she agreed.

"Three years ago, a poor monk passed by and met the elderly. When she learned that her relatives had died, she placed her here."

I don't know why he mentioned the old woman. Chu Qingyan blinked and said, "Here are beautiful mountains and rivers, quiet and suitable for old age. You chose a good place."

Hearing about it and smiling, "Should it be suitable for the elderly? It depends on the mentality of the elderly. If she is immersed in the pain of the past, here is just a cage for her to live with, but the poor monk is very fortunate. Those who drive are not debilitated by the loss of their loved ones, they laugh with laughter, and they are free from illness and disaster. "

At the beginning, she was still calm, but later, she couldn't help but want to pull the corner of her mouth. It seemed that she was insinuating her between the lines.

"What do you want to say?"

False eyes lifted her eyes, but her eyes did not fall on her, but on the camellia blooming behind her, "donor, you are painting a prison."

She froze, not expecting him to be so straightforward.

At this moment, the vision of the false vision moved away from Yanran Camellia, and fell on the face more delicate than the flower in front of her, and stared straight into her eyes.

"The donor, time is like a white horse. Since yesterday ’s incident has passed, why let it disturb your mind. Whether it is due to blame or sorrow and distress, life still continues. The sun still rises and falls. Cages hold you a thousand paces forward, and in the end create heavier shackles. "

Chu Qingyan was shocked by his words.

I don't know if it is because he often talks about the Dharma that Dalai Li has come in handy, but she has to admit that every sentence he said was in her mind.

What happened in the past few days has virtually destroyed her confidence.

She always thought that as long as she was willing to work hard and be motivated, she would be able to stay beside the big ice cube. She fantasized about shouldering with him. She didn't want to be a burden on him. barrier.

However, this period was torn apart by that storm.

She is always protected, whether it is a big ice block, or the Eastern Court, or the earth and water.

The Dongting faced death alone because of her, and the earth and water spirits were because of her life and death.

She couldn't help anyone, but it dragged down those who were good for her.

In this hot summer, she felt cold and couldn't help squatting down with her hands and shoulders.

"My humble opinion, I have a self-knowledge, thinking that I can protect everyone, but in the end it turned into a burden, I was a burden to those who really treat me."

Xuanjian was stunned by her sad words. He had known that she had a cage in his heart, but he did not know how to imprison himself so deeply.

Looking at a flower-like woman, her eyebrows were as vicissitudes as the wind and frost, and the heart of her imagination and peace suddenly moved with the sorrow she had seen under her eyes.

Her demon has already arisen, and if it is allowed to flood, it will be difficult to pull her in the future.