I was reborn by the emperor

Chapter 84

She kept repeating the same dream.

The arrow feather passed through the dead and dead forest, and the sharp blade of the arrow pointed at Concubine Rong. Her hair bun covered with pearls and jade swayed and flashed fine spots of light. In the cold winter, the wind seemed to be slapping someone .

Concubine Rong chattered endlessly, although her pretty face was no longer delicate, she was still unbelievably beautiful, not as pale as the rumors said she was due to a dangerous illness.

Xu Lianlang could only see the movement of her lips and teeth, but his eyes closely followed the arrow.

Almost numbly, she eagerly hoped that the arrow could be more accurate, so that Pin Rong could shut up.

Even if people have bad roots, she is really not a living Bodhisattva.

The first arrow pierced into her luxurious thick bun, she was in a mess, the continuous hurtful words in her mouth were interrupted, she fell to the ground, and looked at her in horror.

Xu Lianlang was slow all over, she passively accepted everything in the dream, as if she had been rehearsed, her destined hands pulled her to Rong Pin's body, her chest was wet, she hadn't yet Feeling the slightest pain, he fell into a sea again.

Drowsy and groggy.

Limbs and bones seemed to be soaked in wet and salty sea water, her brain could not control her body, so she could only let her body float to a deeper and deeper sea.

The bottom of the sea is again the mouth of this dream.

Repeatedly, endlessly.

Until one day, a new picture suddenly appeared in the monotonous and repetitive dream. She vaguely saw the little doll in the lotus petals at the foot of the Buddha statue in the courtyard of the Shoyun Pavilion, as if she had returned to the place where she went to the Shoyun Pavilion for the last time. That day, the idol suddenly attacked her, leaving bruises and scratches on her arms.

It was the same this time, the fairy bones were thick, and the little doll in the lotus petals pointed its nails at her. This time it was not an arm, but a chest instead, and it looked like it would not stop digging a hole in her chest.

There was really a hole in her chest, black and bleeding out.

Looking at the wound on her chest, she always felt that something was different. She couldn't figure it out, until a few drops of cold water flowed down her closed eyes and her temperatureless cheeks.

She dipped it with her fingers, it was salty and bitter.

Different from sea water, that is tears.

If it wasn't her tears, who could it be? She raised her head abruptly and saw the little baby's eyes, which were black and white, with big and bright pupils, and the tails of the eyes were upturned and long and narrow, which were phoenix eyes.

At that moment, her whole body trembled, and the palm of her hand, which had lost consciousness for a long time, suddenly felt warm. Someone held her hand, and then a steady stream of warmth slowly spread over.

She should have thought earlier that the Buddha statue was made by the emperor for Lu Jieming, and the little doll in the lotus petals was also made by him.

She felt panicked.

When the arrow feathers pierced the air and made a rustling sound, when the arrow tip pierced her skin, when death was completely enveloped, the panic caused by all these things was not as great as it is at the moment.

If it is said that the heavens have eyes and foreshadowed all this, then the heavens have attributed the pain she endured to Lu Jieming.

But, it shouldn't be like this.

She tried to wake up her body, but as soon as she thought of Lu Jieming blaming herself so much, she couldn't sleep anymore.

Someone should tell him that all of this has nothing to do with him, it is her destiny, or in other words, she is willing, she is willing.

The sea water leaked into her nostrils, and the feeling of drowning hit her. She desperately moved her limbs and tried her best to stick to the sea surface.

She thought of Lu Jieming who was ten years old, he pretended to be strong but shivered in her arms, he would be afraid of thunder in such a distant sky.

I also thought of Lu Jieming, who was 15 years old. He waited all night, but couldn't wait for his longevity noodles.

After all, he broke his promise and promised to spend his 16th birthday with him.

The closer to the sea surface, the more glaring the light. Her eyelids have been pressed heavily on the eyelids for too long. She just raised them, and after a long time of not seeing the strong light, they closed them again.

……

The Huangmei rainy season has been lingering for a long time, and the Five Elements Mountain is shrouded in a cloud of white mist. It is foggy, and it has only been two hours since I went out.

The little monk knocked on the wooden fish, dozed off, his bare forehead was twitching, and almost hit the candlestick offering incense, he stretched himself, turned sideways to peek at the new pilgrims.

Seeing the plain gauze embroidered with Tuanzhu, he wrinkled his nose, "Oh, we're old acquaintances again."

Gulu got up all of a sudden, with his ears close to the corner, and overheard the master and the benefactor whispering, "I am merciful to the Buddha, the benefactor must learn to let go, she must not wake up, and you will make yourself exhausted."

"Master Qingyuan, early this morning, I suddenly heard ringing in my ears. In a trance, I seemed to hear her voice, I heard her calling me."

The big bell on the top of the mountain rang on time, and the sound of the bell spread far and wide. The sound waves disturbed the frequency of people's heartbeats. The loudest sounds made the ground tremble as if it was about to shake.

The man's voice and the remaining sound of the big bell came together, and it was impossible to tell which side was more sad.

"I can't even dream of her. She won't let me dream of her." His voice became deeper and deeper, and when he said the last word, he even lowered his head and barely maintained a standing posture with his hands on his knees. .

Qingyuan sighed quietly, "Why do you bother yourself so much. You come with me, and I will adjust your breath for you."

Seeing that person still not moving, Master Qingyuan said again: "You don't want her to wake up and see you like this."

"She always wakes up."

When the words stopped here, the man's eyes lit up for a moment, his hunched back slowly straightened up, and he followed Master Qingyuan away step by step.

The little monk began to tap the wooden fish slowly again, and he muttered, "One, two, three...six."

It has been six years, and that person has been here for six years regardless of the weather.

In the first year or two, he couldn't be chased away. A group of people came from the foot of the mountain, begging and begging.

Afterwards, he came less frequently. In the third and fourth years, he seldom showed up. He often came at night and left before sunrise. The cave was as cold as a cold room, and ordinary people could not stay for an hour, so he insisted on guarding all night.

Then in the past two years, he suddenly came to work diligently again, but every time he came, it was not very good.

The master always said that even if the girl took his medicine, she couldn't cure him, nor could she kill him.

The little monk touched the back of his neck and felt that it was too difficult, even more difficult than those scriptures. He didn't understand everything in the world of mortals, but he already felt the pain.

The little monk put down the wooden fish and carried the ice spring water into the cave.

The cave is surrounded by black ice, which does not melt all year round. When encountering the slightest heat, it immediately rises into the clouds and rides the mist. The little monk hugged his arms for a while before slowing down. Thinking of a quick battle, he quickly poured the ice spring water only two feet in front of him with the wooden pass In the wide man-made chisel.

The ruler road meanders and forms a circle. In the center is a fairy grass that he can't identify the name. Where the fairy grass is most lush, there is an ice coffin.

There was a woman lying in the coffin. He had seen it six years ago. When the master opened the ice coffin, the bloody woman had already lost her breath. When she was hugged by the man, she was silent.Even the blood on his chest had already coagulated.

With just such a casual glance, he remembered the woman's appearance.

With apricot eyes and a raised nose, a full forehead, and a sharp chin, she doesn't seem to be too young. Her long hair is spread out, and she looks like a flower that has fully stretched out. It's a pity that the petals are too long Withered early, the skin that should have been radiant has begun to turn gray and stiff.

It is rumored that Master Qingyuan of Wuxing Mountain has supernatural powers, can revive the dead, keep his face beautiful, and restore youth. The rumors are true.

It was really cold, the little monk wrapped his clothes, shivered and moved a little closer to the woman in the ice coffin, standing on tiptoe to look at that face.

Can live the dead.

Blue and purple blood vessels can be clearly seen under the thin skin, and the dead gray layer of the skin has faded, and a soft and delicate light begins to glow.

You can regain your youth.

The traces of years that were not so obvious on that face were completely gone, and the mysteries of the world were not clear one by one. Time went back on her body, and those years that had passed were gathered back, only in this ice coffin, only on her alone.

She should be 16 years old this year.

The little monk rested his chin and couldn't help but think about what the eyes under the thick eyelashes must look like, to make the man pay such a price and beg her to live.

The cave was so cold that he couldn't stand it any longer. He hooked his toes around the edge of the sandals, put them back on, and planned to go out.

Sweeping casually from the corner of the eye, he suddenly saw the slender white finger move.

He suspected that his eyes were dazzled, rubbed his eyes, and looked again.

Putting his fingers in place, he blinked vigorously and patted his head with lingering fear.

He picked up the bucket and wanted to leave quickly, but he was so cold that he was trembling and hallucinating.

He only lifted his feet and walked a few steps, and heard a soft voice again, it was a female voice, it was too weak to make out the timbre.

The little monk was so frightened that he wanted to jump up. After a long pause, he listened attentively.

"Jieming..."

The person in the ice coffin opened his eyes, the black pupils were lifeless and unfocused, but those hazy eyes gave him a thump.

He rolled and scrambled until he got to Master's feet, grabbed Master's robe, and couldn't speak coherently, "Master...Master...she's awake...that female benefactor is awake."

It took Xu Lianlang a lot of effort to open her eyes. She felt the recovery of body consciousness, and the first thing she smelled was the strong medicinal fragrance.Then, there was a feeling of sluggishness in the numb limbs. This feeling was too strange. She couldn't move her body, and her limbs were so heavy that she couldn't lift it up.

The pores stretched out, and tiny goosebumps appeared from the freezing temperature.

What's wrong with her...

She wanted to open her mouth, and her breath sprayed out clouds of white steam on the face of the coffin.

Looking at the cloud of white steam, she thought dully, she has come back to life.

The sound of dense footsteps came, and the ice coffin was opened again after six years in the silent cave.

Can live the dead.

You can regain your youth.

作者有话要说：　　感谢在2021-02-28 23:55:12~2021-03-25 00:04:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: I have 1 elks;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 7 bottles of the teacher called me Anonymous; 5 bottles of Shiwu Yiqi and very sleepy primary school duck; 1 bottle of the baby's mother;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!