Chapter 57 He asked for all the temples in Xiangshui County
It rained heavily.
Xiao Baojing held a paper umbrella and stood there blankly.
Although the boy's teeth were sharp, he didn't use any force when scraping her skin. A numbing feeling spread from the nape of her neck to her limbs, bringing out a moist, electric-like hot touch in the cold damp air. Xiao Baojing trembled with excitement.
Her cheeks quietly turned red, and she quickly backed away: "I'm not food. You can't eat me when you're hungry! And... and men and women don't kiss each other, you will be the one who wants to marry me in the future..."
Her voice became smaller and smaller, hiding a reluctance that even she herself could not detect.
Shang Bingjiu looked at her.
After a while, he smiled: "I want to get a wife."
He lowered his head and began to sort out the basket.
Xiao Baojing pursed her bright red lips and turned away, still holding the paper umbrella for him with one hand.
After sorting out the goods basket, Xiao Baojing suggested: "Aren't you hungry? Let's go find Ling Hong and Ji Shanchuan. They must have delicious food there."
The two of them crossed the street, and Xiangshui County fell into a miserable situation.
The little girls wearing silver bracelets on the stilts on both sides have disappeared. The Xiang River is rising, and it is faintly like it will not cross the stone bridge.
Xiao Baojing was worried: "By the way, salesman, you just said there would be a new formation eye. What is that?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
Linghong and the others live on a boat under the Wutong Bridge.
The two stepped onto the deck, and Xiao Baojing shouted crisply: "Ling Hong!"
No one answered.
She pushed open the hatch and saw a mess.
The blood stains on the floor stretched very long, and the red was particularly dazzling in the dim light.
Xiao Baojing trembled all over and ran in quickly: "Ling Hong!"
In the inner room, soup was still simmering on the stove.
The gray-haired Sun Aniang was injured and was being bandaged by the other two adopted children.
A long knife penetrated Ling Hong's soft abdomen, and the blood that seeped out stained her clothes and the floor red. Ji Shanchuan was kneeling on the ground, hugging her tightly.
Xiao Baojing couldn't believe it: "Ling Hong..."
Ji Shanchuan lowered his head, tears dripping down the tip of his nose.
His eyes were red, and he spoke every word as if with great strength: "Is Ji Wen still on the street?"
"Ji Wen?" Xiao Baojing murmured, "Did Ji Wen send someone to do it?"
It turns out that Ji Wen didn't really send Sun Aniang and Ling Hong away.
Sending a steward to send money to ask them to leave Ji Shanchuan was just a sign of his hypocrisy.
He believed that Ji Shanchuan would inherit everything of the Ji family, and that Sun Aniang and Ling Hong were stains on Ji Shanchuan. In order to maintain the glorious image of the Ji family master, he privately sent people to eradicate them to avoid future troubles.
Ling Hong is the bravest girl by the Xiang River. When the Ji family broke in, she took a paddle and a kitchen knife and fought with them alone. With her good water skills, she actually seriously injured them and miraculously saved Sun Aniang and her husband. younger siblings.
Ji Shanchuan suddenly raised his voice: "Ji Wen, are you still on the street?!"
The young man's face was filled with intense hatred.
Xiao Baojing quickly replied: "He is dead! He was killed by Emperor Wumian. It turns out that his achievements in water control forty years ago were obtained by murdering Emperor Wumian!"
"Dead?" Ji Shanchuan suddenly cried and laughed at the same time, "He is dead? He is dead?!"
Xiao Baojing tightly grasped Shang Bingjiu's sleeve corner.
She knew that Ji Shanchuan wanted to avenge Ling Hong and Sun Aniang.
But now, Ji Wen is dead.
There is no way he can avenge them...
He sobbed and picked up Ling Hong, and suddenly left the cabin quickly.
Xiao Baojing hurriedly chased out and followed Ji Shanchuan onto a small boat: "Mr. Ji, where are you going with Ling Hong?"
Ji Shanchuan put Ling Hong on the boat and picked up the pennant. His lips trembled and he said nothing.
Xiao Baojing and Shang Bingjiu followed him to Mrs. Xiang Temple.
The temple was magnificent, but no one came in to pray and worship because of the heavy rain. The golden statue of Mrs. Xiang was looking at them compassionately.
Ji Shanchuan knelt down on the futon, raised his scarlet eyes, and begged Mrs. Xiang sadly to let Ling Hong live again.
But...
How is this possible?
Even if there are gods in the world, they cannot bring the dead back for the sake of their believers. Otherwise, wouldn't the world be in chaos?
Xiao Baojing couldn't bear it, but he didn't dare to say it directly. Ji Shanchuan looked at the statue of mercy sadly: "Please..."
The young man is like a lonely crane.
Xiao Baojing sniffed sadly, but from the corner of his eye, he saw Shang Bingjiu walking around behind the statue and coming out with something.
She asked in a low voice: "What did you take?"
Shang Bingjiu was handed to her.
It's a piece of bone.
Thin and short, like a man's finger bones.
Xiao Baojing was disgusted: "The Xiangfu Temple is full of incense every day, and maids clean it morning and evening. How could there be such a thing?! It's so disgusting! Someone couldn't kill someone, dismember the body, and hide the finger bones here, right?"
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Shang Bingjiu bent his fox eyes, half-smiling but not smiling: "I don't know."
The bone turned into powder in his palm.
When the wind blew, it disappeared silently into the air.
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In the hall, Mrs. Xiang ignored Ji Shanchuan's prayers.
The young man picked up Ling Hong again and stepped out of the temple in despair.
Xiao Baojing and Shang Bingjiu followed him and accompanied him to various temples in the city, from Taoism to Buddhism, and even visited the Earth Temple.
The young man knew that doctors could not bring the dead back to life.
He was desperate. Maybe he didn't believe in the existence of gods and Buddhas, but he still placed all his hopes on the gods.
The sky was dark and it was already dusk.
The heavy rain was still falling, the rising Xiangshui River had already covered the stone bridge, and wealthy families even began to flee.
Ji Shanchuan held Ling Hong in his arms and walked through the deep and shallow alleys.
"Sun Aniang has adopted many orphans, and Ling Hong and I are among them."
"We have lived together since childhood and have never been apart for a day. Our relationship is the best among all the orphans."
"Ling Hong and I loved this land and this river so much. We held the boat and shuttled between the south and the north of the city thousands of times. We agreed to live here for the rest of our lives and to be together for the rest of our lives. ”
"Ji Wen said, Ling Hong is my stain."
"But she is clearly my closest relative and the other half of my soul."
The boy was soaked all over, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears on his face.
He stood in front of a ruined temple.
"It's almost the Dragon Boat Festival..." he whispered, holding Ling Hong and stepping into the threshold, "I promised her that I would win a duck and take home this year's Dragon Boat Festival. But she left before I could participate in the dragon boat race..."
He raised his head and looked at the collapsed ancient statue on the altar: "I don't know where you are as a god, and I don't know who has worshiped you in this world, but if you can let Ling Hong and I get back together, I will Willing to do anything..."
The altar is silent.
The collapsed idol ignored his pleas.
But this is already the last temple in Xiangshui County.
Ji Shanchuan's strong back finally bent, and he collapsed and fell to his knees, holding Ling Hong and crying.
Xiao Baojing held the paper umbrella tightly, with red eyes: "Salesman, he and Ling Hong are so pitiful."
Shang Bingjiu put his hands in his hands: "Yes, he didn't even have time to give her a silver bracelet."
"You have to carry the silver bracelet, right?"
Shang Bingjiu narrowed his fox eyes: "But he is very useless. Not only did he not give her a silver bracelet, he also brought disaster to her. Look, she is dead, and she is still wearing a very shabby dress."
Xiao Baojing was dissatisfied: "But the source of this disaster lies in Ji Wen, and Mr. Ji and Ling Hong are both victims. We should not blame the victims, we should blame the perpetrators!"
As she spoke, she took off the two silver bracelets from her wrists.
She knelt down on one knee and put on the silver bracelet for Ling Hong: "That night, you invited me and the salesman to eat spring cakes, but we haven't invited you in return. These two silver bracelets can be considered as our return gift."
Seeing the soaked clothes of Ling Hong and Ji Shanchuan, she thought for a while and took off her own feather dress.
The feather dress made of crane feathers is flawless, light and warm, and does not get wet when exposed to water.
She put the feather skirt on the two of them.
Suddenly the wind started blowing in the ruined temple.
The white crane feathers swayed, shining brightly in the darkness, covering the two people who were clinging tightly to each other.
Xiao Baojing took a few steps back in surprise, and suddenly heard the clear and high-pitched sound of a crane coming from the white light.
Good night
(End of chapter)