The most important thing now is to find Yan Zixiu first. When Li Fengzhi heard Jing Shaoci say that he was going to Qingyuan Temple, he immediately expressed his willingness to go together.

"You go to the house he rented to look for him, and we will act separately."

Li Fengzhi nodded vigorously, "Okay, whoever finds him first will call the other."

Qingyuan Temple is in City F, which is more than three hours away from City B.

After getting off the plane, someone immediately drove him to Anfeng Mountain.

Along the way, Jing Shaoci was in an extremely tense state.

He kept recalling the state of Yan Zixiu when he left that day. Obviously, there were many things wrong, but he was in that mood at the time and didn't notice it at all.

If quarreling with Yan Zixiu was like stabbing a knife in his heart, now knowing that Yan Zixiu was injured, especially most likely because of him, that knife was like a fierce cut, cutting off the flesh and blood in his heart alive.

Jing Shaoci closed his eyes, the severe pain made him almost dazed, and he couldn't even breathe.

He leaned back in the chair, and vaguely, a white light appeared in front of his eyes.

"You are a little beggar, and you are so afraid of pain?" A young man in red brocade clothes hugged his arms and said condescendingly.

There was a child sitting on the ground in front of him, who looked younger, about five or six years old.

Unlike the boy in red, this child's eyes were kept closed as if he had some disease, and his black little hands were clasped on his legs.

"Can't a beggar be afraid of pain?" The child murmured in a low voice, then lowered his head and said, "But I am most afraid of pain."

"Cowardly." The red-clothed boy curled his lips. His expression and tone were obviously full of disdain, but he still squatted in front of the child, "Hey, get on top."

The child shrank, obviously not daring.

Seeing this, the boy turned around and suddenly pulled up his two arms, put them on his shoulders, and hooked up the child's skinny legs.

Jing Shaoci looked at his rough movements and subconsciously wanted to step forward to stop him, but his legs were like they were filled with lead and couldn't move at all.

The boy didn't hear any movement, but just walked forward with the child on his back.

"You can't see but you're still running around. You deserve to fall down."

After giving the boy a lecture, the boy flipped the child up and said, "Are you going to run around again in the future?"

The child didn't say anything, so the boy immediately said angrily, "Do you still want to eat chicken legs?"

"Eat, eat."

"You only know how to eat." Although the boy's tone was disgusted, the corners of his lips were raised high.

The boy walked farther and farther with the person on his back, and the voice of the little beggar became blurred.

"In the future... you are not allowed to cry out in pain again."

For some reason, Jing Shaoci knew clearly that this was not what the boy wanted to say. What

he wanted to say was that you should never get hurt again in the future.

Jing Shaoci stood where he was, his hands clenched into fists hanging on both sides of his body, trembling slightly.

"No, he will never cry out in pain again."

This was the first time, and the last time.

This little beggar who loved to eat chicken legs never said the word "pain" in front of the boy again in his life.

"Mr. Jing, Mr. Jing?"

A series of voices pulled Jing Shaoci back from his dream. When he opened his eyes, he didn't realize that he had fallen asleep.

"We are already at the foot of the mountain." The driver pointed out the window and said, "There is no cable car on this mountain. We can only walk up."

Jing Shaoci unbuckled his seat belt, and when the driver opened the door, he said, "You stay in the car."

The driver hesitated, but he walked up the mountain without looking back.

Jing Shaoci had just walked for more than ten minutes when he saw an old man in a Taoist robe standing on the steps in the distance.

When he approached, Taoist Master Zhenqiong smiled and said, "Master Jing, we meet again."

"Is Yan Zixiu here..."

"I'll tell you more about Master's matter when we get to the temple."

Jing Shaoci asked again, but Taoist Master Zhenqiong turned a deaf ear and walked straight up the mountain.

Although his hair was already gray, Taoist Master Zhenqiong's steps were fast and steady. No matter how Jing Shaoci chased him, he could always keep a distance from him.

Anfeng Mountain has not been developed, and the stone steps were built many years ago.

The two walked one after the other for nearly half a day. From the first hour, there were dark red marks every few steps along the way.

But Jing Shaoci was only thinking about Yan Zixiu, and didn't notice these unusual places at all.

Just when he saw the outline of Qingyuan Temple from a distance, Taoist Master Zhen Qiong suddenly stopped.

He turned around, looked down and said, "Donor Jing, please watch your step."

Jing Shaoci thought he was telling him to be safe, so he glanced down hastily and continued to walk up.

When he reached the gate of the temple, the deputy headmaster came out.

"Is this...?"

Taoist Master Zhen Qiong nodded, and the deputy headmaster looked Jing Shaoci up and down carefully.

This whole demeanor is indeed not that of an ordinary person.

"Can you tell me now?" Jing Shaoci's voice was unusually cold and fierce, as if he had endured to the limit.

Taoist Master Zhenqiong smiled and continued to walk up slowly.

After the three of them entered the main hall, Taoist Master Zhenqiong looked up at the statue in front of him and said, "My sect's most precious treasure, the Longevity Lamp, although it is called Longevity, it cannot make people immortal, but..."

He changed the subject, "It can still condense the soul and prolong life."

Taoist Master Zhenqiong turned around and looked at Jing Shaoci, "Since Master is a Heavenly Master, it should be no problem for him to live for hundreds of years, so, what do you think he wants this Longevity Lamp for?"

Jing Shaoci's thin lips trembled, and his hands clenched tightly.

Zhen Qiong knew that he knew the answer, so he didn't keep him in suspense and said directly: "I can't exchange my life for the longevity lamp, so Master has only two options: one is to rob it, and the other is to ask for it according to the rules of the sect."

Upon hearing this, the deputy headmaster immediately cleared his throat and stepped forward and said solemnly: "According to the rules of our sect, those who seek the longevity lamp must crawl up from the lowest point of the mountain gate on their knees, kneel once every three steps, and kowtow every nine steps. Only with a sincere heart can they obtain it." At

this moment, Jing Shaoci's eyes widened, and even his pupils shrank .

The bloodstains on the stone steps hit his mind fiercely, and suddenly drained all the strength in his body.

"So... he... he chose..." His voice was so trembling that he couldn't even finish the following words.

Taoist Master Zhen Qiong nodded, "For a whole day and night, even the flesh on the knees was turned out."

The air in the main hall seemed to be stagnant, making Jing Shaoci unable to breathe.

The taste of blood rose in his mouth, just like the blood left on the mountain steps.

Jing Shaoci's eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was filled with endless sorrow.

He seemed to be able to see how Yan Zixiu knelt down and kowtowed.

Such a person who was as bright as the moon, lowered his head for him again and again, just to save his life.

But what did he do? When Yan Zixiu was injured, he was still questioning him, forcing him to give him a reason to feel at ease.

When Jing Shaoci thought of this, he closed his eyes in pain.

No matter how strong his will was, he was shattered by the burning regret at this moment.

A tear overflowed from his tightly closed eyes and slid to his chin in an instant.

Jing Shaoci's white fingers grabbed the clothes on his chest and he fell heavily to his knees.

The deputy headmaster wanted to help him, but Taoist Master Zhen Qiong raised his hand.

"Senior brother?" The deputy headmaster asked in confusion.

Taoist Master Zhen Qiong shook his head and signaled him not to care.

People always believe that seeing is believing, but even if they have seen it, it is difficult to understand the hardship and pain involved.

Li Fengzhi found the residential complex where Yan Zixiu lived according to the address, but after knocking on the door for nearly an hour, there was no movement inside.

He was anxious, and Han Xiangchen inside the door was even more anxious, but he was just a ghost, especially in broad daylight, he couldn't even make a sound.

Li Fengzhi ran downstairs to ask around, but no one in the community said that they had seen Yan Zixiu.

Just when he was about to look for him somewhere else, Gu Shiyi called.

After hearing his anxious tone, Gu Shiyi said in confusion: "If Yan Zixiu is missing, then go find him. How could he be kidnapped?"

Li Fengzhi became even more anxious, "But we can't find him now!"

"Then check the location of the phone. Didn't Brother Jing use this method to find Yan Zixiu last time?"

This sentence instantly woke Li Fengzhi up, and he immediately said: "Shiyi, do you have any way to check?"

Gu Shiyi didn't know the seriousness of the matter yet, and said proudly, "You still have to rely on your husband at the critical moment, right? Okay, I'll give you news in ten minutes."

After that, he hung up the phone directly.

Li Fengzhi stood there anxiously, and during the few minutes of waiting, he kept looking at his watch.

After a while, Gu Shiyi sent the screenshot of the location to his WeChat.

Li Fengzhi took a careful look and called back.

"I'm at the address on your map, but there's no movement in the house."

Gu Shiyi frowned and thought for a few seconds before saying, "Don't worry, I'll be there soon."

In the next half a day, the two drove to all the places where Yan Zixiu might go, and asked everyone they could, but still got no results. During

this period, Li Fengzhi also called Jing Shaoci several times, but he didn't know if it was because of the signal problem, and he couldn't get through.

Gu Shiyi drove back to the neighborhood where Yan Zixiu lived, stopped the car and said, "How about this, I'll get someone to break down the security door, and we..."

"No." Li Fengzhi rejected it decisively, "Just call the police."

Unable to prove that he was the owner of the house, he could only contact the landlord through the police or ask a locksmith company to open the door.

After dialing 110, the police from the local police station drove over quickly.

After listening to what Li Fengzhi said, the police immediately contacted the locksmith company registered with the police station.

After the locksmith arrived, he opened the two doors within ten minutes.

As soon as everyone entered the house, the first thing they heard was the sound of running water.

Li Fengzhi immediately walked towards the bathroom, and saw Yan Zixiu lying in blood.

"Zixiu!!"

After sending Yan Zixiu to the emergency room, Gu Shiyi ran out of the hospital and started calling Jing Shaoci.

While he was calling, he paced back and forth anxiously. After calling for 20 or 30 times, the other end of the phone finally got through.

"Brother Jing, please come to the Third Hospital quickly. Yan Zixiu has been found!"

After more than 40 minutes, the door of the emergency room opened.

As soon as the person inside came out, Li Fengzhi immediately went to greet him.

"Doctor, how is Yan Zixiu now?"

The doctor frowned and said in a serious tone: "The patient's external injuries are so serious, why did you wait until now? Our director is treating him inside, your family members should go and handle the procedures first."

Gu Shiyi heard this and immediately said to Li Fengzhi: "You stay here, I will do it."

When he came back after completing the procedures, Yan Zixiu had been pushed into the operating room.

"Do you want to inform my aunt and uncle?" Gu Shiyi asked.

Li Fengzhi was now anxious and self-blaming. His mind was blank and

he couldn't make any decision. "Wait for President Jing to come back and ask him."

The two waited outside the operating room for more than an hour before the indicator light at the door went out.

The doctor came out and said to the two of them, "The glass embedded in the wound has been taken out, but the patient has complications due to hemorrhagic shock, so he has to be observed in the ICU for two days."

Just when Li Fengzhi and Gu Shiyi were still worried, the news that Yan Zixiu was in the hospital was leaked to the entertainment reporters by someone.

The topic of [Yan Zixiu's suicide] instantly ignited the Internet. Let's not talk about the reactions of fans and passers-by. When the director and producer of the War in the Sky crew saw it, they were all shocked.

Xie Chengyuan brought people over as soon as possible, but before he could understand the specific situation, a large number of media and reporters swarmed in.

He had no choice but to communicate with the hospital first, and then organize people to guard the passages to prevent paparazzi from coming in to take pictures.

The two waited until late at night, and Jing Shaoci rushed to the hospital.

Li Fengzhi had already told him everything in advance. The two took advantage of the gap when Xie Chengyuan made an excuse to get rid of the media and ran all the way to the ICU.

"Zixiu woke up half an hour ago, but the doctor said he is still not conscious."

Family members are not allowed to enter the ICU, so they can only watch the real-time images through the ward visiting system.

Although Yan Zixiu's eyes were open at this time, his pupils were still slightly dilated.

But the moment Jing Shaoci's face appeared on the screen, his pupils moved.

Neither of them could speak, and they just looked at each other.

Li Fengzhi on the side clearly felt that Jing Shaoci was trembling all over, but his clenched fists also showed that he was trying his best to control it.

Yan Zixiu moved his fingers first, and just when he was about to raise his hand to take off the oxygen mask, the nurse on the side leaned over and gently stopped him.

"What do you want to say? I can help you convey it."

Yan Zixiu opened and closed his mouth for more than ten times. The nurse repeated it again after listening, and picked up the intercom after confirmation.

"The patient wants to see Mr. Jing Shaoci."

Jing Shaoci's throat trembled violently, and after a few seconds, he said word by word: "I am the one."

The nurse said: "He said he has no home. Can you please not chase him away?"