Chapter 92 Waiting

Ye Xiaoman walked out of the cave.

The outer hall was in a mess.

The elders are gathering monks. The Qingzheng Sect has not given up on the search for the Holy Son. Every day, several waves of people take turns to enter the small world to conduct a carpet search.

Ye Xiaoman hid stealthily aside, avoiding everyone's faces. Good, Xiao Chujing was sent to perform other aftermath tasks, and Sikong Qing was still helping in the kitchen as expected.

Ye Xiaoman straightened her back, walked out openly, and raised her hand: "I want to join too."

The eldest brother was deeply moved.

"We know you are loyal to the sect, but you should rest well since you are injured."

Ye Xiaoman said righteously, "Upholding justice is everyone's responsibility. I was only slightly injured, and as soon as I heard the sect's call, I immediately struggled to get out of bed."

Fellow disciples all praised Ye Xiaoman: "Junior sister, you are very understanding and righteous. You are truly our role model."

After returning from the outer sect assessment, Ye Xiaoman's popularity surged again.

Even the sporadic voices criticizing her disappeared, and those who had previously criticized her out of jealousy were too ashamed to criticize her anymore.

The elder looked at her with admiration, as he had been recommending her to a higher level.

"It's getting late, everyone follow me to the Heart Forging Realm."

When setting out, I met Sikong Qing.

He can be called Ye Xiaoman's catcher. Wherever she is, he will immediately appear on the map.

Sikong Qing was wearing an apron and holding a spatula in her hand. She rushed over immediately after hearing the news.

He wanted Ye Xiaoman to go home: "Why are you fighting like this again? Will the Qingzheng Sect fall without you?"

I'm really going to fall without it this time.

Ye Xiaoman bathed in Sikong Qing's body fragrance and patted his hands. "Every soldier who goes out hopes to have a delicious meal with his family when he returns."

She calls me family, which means she calls me husband in public.

Dead ghosts are embarrassing.

Sikong Qing was radiant, and his virtuous husband attributes were further developed. "What do you want to eat?"

Ye Xiaoman left with her head held high and her chest puffed out. "Salt and pepper shrimp."

Ye Xiaoman visited the small world for the second time.

The Qingzheng Sect removed the magic circle of the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb. The Wanzong sword energy was originally used to suppress the evil spirit of the devil. Now that the Sky-Breaking Armor is gone, the Ten Thousand Swords Tomb has lost its meaning of existence.

This time you don’t have to suffer any more when you go to the Demon God’s Cenotaph. You can just fly there on your sword.

Jiaying is still in the tower.

Searchers came in waves, but as long as he wanted to hide, he had a hundred ways to avoid being found.

He leaned against the broken wall, his white clothes stained with dust.

Like a water lily from a snowy mountain that was plucked, ruthlessly thrown into the mud, and stepped on a few times, it lost its original clean and charming charm.

Xuelian was confused and puzzled. Why did the lover who plucked him from the branch and spoke sweet words to him abandon him here?

Is he not good enough, or has she been lying to him from the beginning?

His whole body felt hot and cold, and he didn't know whether it was due to the wounds on his body or the pain in his heart.

His blood was boiling in the long wait, watching the day turn into night, and seeing the sky gradually turn white and then gradually cool down.

She promised that she would come back, but why hasn't she shown up yet?

He thought of many possibilities, maybe she was entangled with her two husbands, maybe she was injured in an accident outside, or maybe she was tripped up by something very important.

He just didn't dare to think that she had abandoned him.

It's raining.

A big hole was torn in the roof of the tower during the fight, and rain rushed down, sad tears, wetting his white clothes.

He lay in the sewage, as if dead.

The hazy memories take me back to my childhood.

His common surname was "Ying" and his original name was "Ying Jia".

"Ying Jia."

A room full of people surrounded him.

"Hurry up and return the seal to mother."

Ying Jia was chosen as the successor to the Holy Son, and the entire family felt very honored.

Even though the lifespan of each Holy Son is only 40 years, they are imprisoned in Yongning Temple for their entire lives, and their perfect bodies are only used as vessels for the devil, but everyone in the divine realm is proud of self-sacrifice.

Ying Jia was only three years old. He didn't understand the meaning of responsibility. He just didn't want to leave his mother.

Even though his mother was the head of the family, she gave birth to him only to produce a useful bloodline with another pure-blood. She only saw him a few times a year and never held him in her arms.

Ying Jia had black hair draped over his shoulders and gorgeous clothes layered on top of him, looking like a delicate little jade figurine. He was really angry about being sent away, and he snatched the jade pendant of the head of the family from his mother's waist.

This is the thing his mother values ​​most. If he loses it, he will lose his qualifications as the head of the family. He used this as a threat and held it tightly in his hand.

Several servants came over and pried his fingers open, until his little white, steamed bun-like hand turned red, but they still couldn't open his hand.

The carriage to welcome the little saint stopped at the door of Yongning Temple, and the abbot was already getting impatient.

Parents also lost their patience.

They tried hard to open the corners of their cold and hard mouths and reveal a smile that would coax a child.

The gods pride themselves on their noble status, and showing emotions is a symbol of lowly mortals. They are born expressionless, do not like to smile, and are unwilling to show so-called soft emotions.

The gods, who have lived for hundreds of years, are indifferent to everything, unlike mortals who are born and die in a day.

Therefore, Ying Jia was immediately attracted by the rare smiles of his parents.

The mother said, "Yingjia, be good. You are only going to live in the temple for a year. I will take you back after a year or so."

Ying Jia looked at her with his big, clear black and white eyes. "Really?"

My father quickly said, "Your mother wouldn't lie. Return the jade pendant first, be sensible, and don't make things difficult for everyone."

Ying Jia believed it and opened her little hand, and her father immediately took the jade pendant away.

Everyone showed a look of relief. The mother waved her hand, and the acolyte immediately picked him up and walked out.

Ying Jia finally opened his arms and wanted to hug his mother, but she frowned in disgust and moved away.

Shave your head, eat vegetarian food, and worship Buddha by the green lamp.

For the first three years, he was imprisoned in a small room that was five steps wide and ten steps long. Facing a room full of Buddha statues with different faces, he was not allowed to leave the door. The reason for this was: to cleanse the worldly air and practice silent meditation.

His feet were not allowed to touch the ground, no one was allowed to speak to him, and his only food and drink were fruits and water.

Three-year-old Ying Jia felt very uncomfortable and even cried secretly in the middle of the night, but he firmly believed that his mother would take him home after a year or two.

He lived with this hope.

Carve the days on the wall with a knife.

The walls of this Zen room were covered with incisions as tall as a child. These were traces of the saints of past generations counting days when they were young. It took him a long time to find a blank space.

Carve the word "正", with five days forming one word.

Thirty days, one hundred and eighty days, one year, two years, three years... no one came.

From then on, he never saw his mother again.

It turned out that they really abandoned him.