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When Hongguo fell, Zhang Xiaojian saw it clearly. At that moment, he felt that the whole world had collapsed. When he saw it dark, he didn't know anything.

When Zhang Xiaojian opened her eyes again, it was two days later.

The head is dizzy, a lot of people in the room, the first thing I see is the smiling face of my sister Zhang Xiaole.

"Brother, you wake up at last." Zhang Xiaole couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhang Xiaojian sat up, feeling whirling.

"Brother, you've been in a coma for two days and nights." Zhang Xiaole said with a smile that two crystal tears fell down.

After Zhang Xiaojian fainted on the ceremony platform that day, everyone was scared and the scene was in chaos.

The fifth was ok, jumping on the ceremony directly controlled the situation.

Zhang Xiaojian was sent to another room, and then arranged for someone to carry the red fruit down, directly changing the auditorium into a funeral hall.

When Hongguo's parents came to see her daughter's tragic death, they cried bitterly at first. Later, when they knew the truth of the matter, they sighed and said leisurely, "it seems that my daughter Fubo. We are old and can't stand this kind of white haired people sending black haired people. You can do it as you see it."

After Hongguo's parents had finished speaking, they left directly. They felt much older in an instant, which made the people present sad.

The fifth asked the third master to come and see it and said, "although Hongguo has gone, it can't be left for too long. It should be buried immediately. Otherwise, it's not good for Zhang Xiaojian. "

Since all the people have left, there is no way, and we can only take care of the living first. Therefore, the fifth immediately decided to bury him.

Zhang Xiaole has been taking care of Zhang Xiaojian, because only Zhang Xiaole can go into the ring and take out the water in the five elements Golden Tripod, so that he can be free.

Zhang Xiaojian lost too much blood and was in a coma all the time. His internal Qi cultivation was also greatly reduced.

Although Zhang Xiaole tried his best to drink water for him, he did not wake up as soon as possible.

Zhang Xiaojian leaned on the bed, listening to her sister said that things happened these days, it felt like a nightmare.

"I'm going to have a look at Hongguo," Zhang Xiaojian said feebly. Her eyes were sunken, and her face was not a bit of a look.

"After two days of training." The fifth comforted him.

Zhang Xiaojian shook her head and said, "I can't let her be alone. She will be afraid."

Zhang Xiaojian stood up with pale face and trembling legs.

Zhang Xiaole is holding his brother beside him. He has a headache in his heart.

From the villa to the back mountain, although the distance in front of hongguofen is not too far, it is only three miles away, but it takes nearly an hour.

Zhang Xiaojian's body is too weak. She needs a rest after two steps. Sweating.

The grave of Hongguo is built in the middle of a red flower. It is those red thoughts that are more red than blood.

Zhang Xiaojian sits in front of the grave to burn paper for Hongguo. The yellow paper money turns into a big black butterfly flying in the wind, then breaks and disappears.

No tears from the pulley.

Orchid in old five side tightly grasps his hand, the red lip lightly trembles, does not know what should say to comfort Zhang Xiaojian.

"Brother, let's go back." Zhang Xiaole said.

It was already more than four o'clock in the afternoon. Zhang Xiaojian sat in front of Hongguo's grave for six hours.

"Let someone set up a tent here, and I'll stay with her here." Zhang Xiaojian said without expression.

"Brother..." Zhang Xiaole didn't know how to comfort him, but he felt a headache in his heart.

"Let him be here. After all, we must cross this barrier." The fifth said. It's a little hoarse.

It wasn't long. Some people sent tents to camp. They set up all kinds of things, and then they sent some messy things like beds and quilts.

Old five is not at ease, arranged for a dozen brothers to take turns around looking at Zhang Xiaojian, afraid of any accident.

"You all go. I want to be clean. By the way, let someone send me a Vajra Sutra. " Zhang Xiaojian's head did not return, murmured.

The fifth master did not know what the Vajra sutra was, but the third master knew it very well. He touched his beard and sighed a long time. Then he took out a yellow ancient book from his arms and put it in Zhang Xiaojian's hand.

Zhang Xiaojian closed her eyes, leaned on one side, waved, and everyone left.

The past gradually rises from my heart. The 11-year-old boy has two long braids

The 16-7-year-old girl, with her beautiful features and long black hair, is pouring down like a waterfall

The girl in her twenties has beautiful eyes and beautiful smile

Zhang Xiaojian opened the Vajra Sutra, then straightened her body and began to recite word by word.

A long time ago, he read a story, saying that as long as the Vajra Sutra is recited, then the dead can quickly enter the samsara.I don't know if it's true or not, but he's willing to try.

The sun had already set and a bright moon had risen.

Around the quiet, those can not live sad insects let the night more desolate.

Zhang Xiaojian felt very tired. He wanted to sleep for a while, but he didn't dare to stop because he didn't know how many times he would recite after sleeping.

I don't know how much time passed. Zhang Xiaojian just couldn't hold on and fell asleep on the table.

The moonlight flows quietly, gently touching Zhang Xiaojian's tired cheek.

There is a breeze blowing, red fruit's tomb suddenly rose up a layer of light purple light.

Purple light under the moon to see very clearly, appears incomparably strange.

Purple light gradually thick, finally gradually into a human shape, a long black hair, clear eyes It turned out to be red fruit.

Red fruit is still the same as before, curly Tingting in front of Zhang Xiaojian, gently stretched out his hand, gently stroked on Zhang Xiaojian's hair, a face of happiness.

Zhang Xiaojian is in a trance. She seems to have a dream. She dreams that Hongguo is alive and is looking at him and smiling.

Zhang Xiaojian opened her eyes and saw a vague human figure, which was Hongguo.

"You..." Zhang Xiaojian wants to say something, but Hongguo's body has already flied lightly.

"Don't go." Zhang Xiaojian reached out to catch Hongguo, but she didn't catch anything.

"I didn't belong to this world. I just came here to hold your original glass of water. Now that the fate is done, don't be persistent." The voice of red fruit in the air, long, sad.

Zhang Xiaojian sat up all of a sudden, feeling like a dream. Looking up, she saw that the shadow of Hongguo was gradually disappearing.

Under the moonlight, red miss is flourishing, a large piece of red as blood.