Chapter 350 A ray of hope (Part 2)
"Old Meng..." Qiao Yang had no choice but to urge the servant to get some sobering soup.
"I came here to ask you something, but you ended up being drunk like this..." Qiao Yang sighed, the feeling of "something is wrong" in his heart growing stronger and stronger.
Meng Lie looked like this, obviously because he was shocked by Wu Jue's death...
Qiao Yang looked at Meng Lie's temples that had suddenly turned gray. How could this blow seem even heavier than when His Highness left? He thought so, not because he thought Wu Jue was unimportant, but because he knew Meng Lie well. Wu Jue had said many times that Meng Lie's loyalty to His Highness was probably no less than theirs.
Moreover, the person who was chosen by His Highness to run the secret line was not only versatile, but also alert and vigilant. How could such a person allow himself to be drunk like this? Dragged by Qiao Yang to the couch beside him, Meng Lie, who was barely supporting himself and sitting, uttered drunken words like a dream: "It's gone, everything is gone..."
When Qiao Yang lowered his head to listen carefully, he saw a tear dripping from the corner of Meng Lie's tightly closed eyes. Although his eyes were closed, his expression still gave people a feeling of despair.
Qiao Yang's heart suddenly sank, and he heard Meng Liena's hoarse voice saying, "Now that Wu Jue is gone, His Highness will never come back..."
Qiao Yang was suddenly stunned.
What does this mean? "Old Meng..."
"I can't come back..." Meng Lie just repeated in a low voice and did not answer Qiao Yang's question.
An indescribable emotion quickly moved in Qiao Yang's chest. He had been thinking that Wu Jue's death from illness was really strange. He couldn't help but think of the fact that more than ten years ago, Wu Jue had also suddenly fallen ill with a strange disease, and no matter which doctor he consulted, it was of no use...
So, Wu Jue and Meng Lie...are they hiding something from him?! And this matter is related to His Highness! What is it?
What does "Your Highness will never come back" mean? Could it be that before this, Meng Lie had always been thinking that His Highness could "come back"?
This almost absurd obsession made Qiao Yang feel helpless at the moment, and his mind was buzzing.
Just when he subconsciously felt a glimmer of hope and wanted to explore deeper, he knew clearly that truth or falsehood was no longer important, and the answer he came here to find was no longer important - at this time, Meng Lie was already declaring the failure and destruction of this delusion.
Rise and fall are just a matter of a moment.
In the end, Qiao Yang just sighed.
Seeing the waiter serving Meng Lie the hangover soup, Qiao Yang instructed the waiter to take good care of Meng Lie and left.
In the evening breeze, the scorching sunset glow in the sky was gradually torn into pieces by the night, fell and dissipated, melting into lonely stars, hanging above the night sky, silently watching the separations and reunions, joys and sorrows of the world.
…
On the day of Wu Jue's burial, Meng Lie did not go.
Yu Zeng arrived before dawn and sat in meditation with the monks, listening to the last chanting. Yu Zeng stared at the coffin with golden Sanskrit characters on it, and his thoughts gradually drifted back to his life in the military camp many years ago.
At that time, Wu Jue looked like a monk, but he mostly did the work of a cook, making summer drinks to relieve the heat, boiling mutton soup in winter, and he was also good at making pasta.
These memories are already far away, and the people in the memories are gradually fading away with them.
There was a sound of greeting behind him. Yu Zengwei turned around and saw that it was Master Tianjing in a gray and white robe. He just stood outside the hall and did not enter the hall to disturb the monks' final chanting.
Soon, the Qiao family arrived, and Qiao Yumian followed her parents and brother to see Wu Jue off.
The chanting stopped, and the coffin was slowly carried away from the Buddhist temple. Tianjing, who was standing outside the temple door, watched the coffin pass by quietly, his eyes fixed on the edge of the coffin inch by inch, without straying for a moment.
Until the last monk followed him out of the hall, Tianjing waved the whisk in his hand, held it between his arms, and walked down the stone steps with a smile. He pinched his fingers and his pale long eyebrows relaxed.
He knew that there was still a glimmer of hope here called "Wu Jue".
But this vitality appeared and disappeared from time to time, it was very subtle, and he found it difficult to comprehend.
The universe is vast and full of mysteries. He has practiced for a lifetime, but the mysteries he has discovered are only a tiny fraction...
In a blink of an eye, he had stayed in the capital for more than ten years... All this was because of the prophecy he accidentally left behind when he passed by Ming's house in Luoyang when he was young.
Today, things are changing, and my friend is traveling far away...
Tianjing looked towards the south, and there was no trace of prospect in his cloudy eyes.
"The Imperial Master wants to travel outside the capital—"
When the Holy Ce Emperor heard this, he looked at the Taoist priest who was leaving in front of him, unable to tell whether he was happy or angry. He smiled and asked, "Do you no longer wish to be with me, Imperial Master?"
"No, I am here to verify the rumor about the evil star from Luoyang."
The old Taoist with white hair and beard was not surprised by praise or criticism: "I have lived in the capital for many years, and have been appreciated and treated with courtesy by the saints for many years. I have been content with peace and comfort for a long time, but it is not the way to practice. Now that chaos and disasters are frequent and strange phenomena are happening, it is time for me to go out into the world and take a look."
The four looked at each other for a moment, and the Emperor of the Holy Ce nodded with a faint smile in his eyes. He said, "That's good. If the National Master can really find the evil star for me and Da Sheng, and eliminate it, the merits of the National Master will be remembered by all the people of Da Sheng."
"In that case, I will wait for good news from the Imperial Master in the capital."
Tianjing raised his hand and bowed deeply: "I will live up to the trust of the saint."
"I am worried about the safety of the National Master on this trip. I will tell the outside world that the National Master is in seclusion to pray for the Great Sheng—" The Holy Ce Emperor looked at the Heavenly Mirror and said, "In addition, I will have people escort the National Master all the way. Only by ensuring that the National Master is safe and sound can I feel at ease in the capital."
Tian Jing responded: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
…
After watching Wu Jue's coffin being buried with his own eyes, Qiao Yang returned to Wu Jue's abbot's courtyard, took Wu Jue's robes from a monk, folded them carefully, put them in a box, and then left with the box in his arms.
"Father is saying that... many years ago, Master Wu Jue also suffered from a strange disease and had poisonous sores all over his body... He sought medical treatment countless times, but in the end he recovered without any medicine?" Qiao Yumian asked thoughtfully on the way out of Dayun Temple.
She was now obsessed with medicine and had almost taken root in the Chang family in Xingningfang, sometimes not going home for ten days or more. In the past two days, she had heard her father talk about Wu Jue's illness and felt that it was strange.
"Yes." Qiao Yang held the box and looked forward, his mind full of thoughts: "There are many strange diseases in this world that cannot be cured by current medical knowledge..."
Qiao Yumian was silent for a moment. Yes, even though she had such a talented master teaching her medical skills, she gradually realized a very "strange" fact - the more she learned, the fewer diseases she found that could be cured in this world.
When faced with difficult and complicated diseases, medical practitioners are often helpless.
About a month ago, she came with her father to burn incense. Her father saw that Master Wu Jue had lost too much weight. She had tried to feel Master Wu Jue's pulse and consulted her master about this. She prescribed a prescription for Master Wu Jue -
Master Wu Jue had no shortage of famous doctors to treat him. The monk doctors in the temple, the doctors in the palace, and according to my father, there were also famous doctors among the people. They all treated Master Wu Jue, but he still died, and died so quickly.
In addition to the regret in Qiao Yumian's heart, she also felt an unavoidable frustration. She realized that there was very little she could really do.
Just before getting on the carriage, a low howl coming from the bushes on one side attracted Qiao Yubai's attention.
The howl was not loud, but it was full of misery. The young man was soft-hearted and subconsciously walked closer to take a look. When he saw the situation in the bushes, he waved to the servant who followed him and said, "... Look at this dog, what's wrong with it?"
"It looks like it's injured. Stay away, my dear. Be careful that it bites you when it's in pain..." The servant said, protecting Qiao Yubai and taking two steps back: "The master and the lady have got in the car, my dear, let's go as well."
While Qiao Yubai was hesitating, Qiao Yumian came over and saw the yellow and white dog lying in the grass with blood all over its body. She immediately said, "It should be giving birth..."
After saying that, he took another closer look and frowned, "No, it's injured... It shouldn't be able to survive now."
When this kind of wild dog gives birth, it is normal that it will find a deserted place to build a nest in advance. However, this dog chose a nest not far from the roadside and was covered in blood. It must have been accidentally injured or hurt by humans, so it hid here nearby.
"If the baby can't be born... then it's a difficult birth? Or a premature birth?" Qiao Yubai: "Can dogs also have difficult births? Then what should we do?"
Besides, people can die from difficult childbirth, so can dogs, right?
Seeing Qiao Yumian about to step forward, the yellow dog lying on the ground suddenly bared its teeth in alertness. Qiao Yubai, who was speaking, quickly grabbed his sister and said, "Mianmian, be careful!"
Qiao Yumian thought for a moment, then turned to Xiaoqiu and told her, "Quickly bring me my medicine box!"
Xiaoqiu answered yes, returned to the car, and quickly brought back the medicine box.
Qiao Yumian squatted down, took out a cotton handkerchief, poured enough medicine powder on it, and then quickly covered the dog's mouth and nose with her eyes and hands, and pressed her other hand on its bloody back.
The dog struggled for a moment and just as it was about to get up, it lost its strength and slowly became motionless.
Seeing that the dog had closed its eyes, Qiao Yumian first reached into the dog's mouth and pulled out its tongue.
Qiao Yubai was surprised that "a dog's tongue is so long" and "Is this still my timid sister?" and couldn't help asking: "...Mianmian, what does this mean?"
"I gave it Ma Fei San to suck and pulled out its tongue to prevent suffocation." While answering, Qiao Yumian stretched out her hand and gently pressed a few places on the dog's abdomen. She then checked its other injuries. There were many cuts on its body and one of its legs was broken, as if it had been attacked by a larger species of the same species.
"Ma Fei San? Mian Mian, you want to..." Qiao Yubai hadn't finished asking when he heard his sister say to Xiao Qiu who was ready to help, "Give me the knife."
Qiao Yumian carefully found the right position, held a short and sharp knife, and slowly cut a hole in the dog's abdomen.
Qiao Yubai's eyes widened as he watched his sister take out three puppies from the dog's stomach one after another... no, she forcibly took out three puppies!
But unfortunately, two of them were no longer moving, and only the fattest one was still able to close its eyes, open its mouth, stick out its pink tongue, and make faint sounds.
"Mianmian, what are you doing..." Wang got out of the carriage and approached the place. Seeing her daughter with bloody hands and the dog that had been "gutted", she couldn't help but scream.
Qiao Jijiu also came over and was about to speak when he saw his daughter holding the puppy, looking thoughtful.
After a moment, Qiao Yumian turned around and held the puppy up to his parents, asking earnestly, "Dad, Mom, do you think it looks like Master Wu Jue?"
Qiao Yang heard the sound of a wooden fish in his heart and was about to scold his daughter, but when he looked closely at the puppy, he was also stunned... You know what, it was really fat, white and plump!
Is this...reincarnation so soon? Good night! (Yesterday, everyone reminded me that I might be positive? But I feel much better today. Thank you for your concern. Everyone should pay attention to protection. There are a lot of pneumonia recently.) (End of this chapter)
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
