Qingniu was crying and crying at Anli.
It has traveled around the world with the Wandering God and has lived for more than two hundred years, and has long since developed intelligence.
Knowing that his master Shenyouzi is gone.
He intelligently nudged An Li with his head, then walked to Ming Yichu and lay down beside him, guarding him.
An Li sighed and wiped away her tears.
"Mom, someone's awake."
At this time, Ming Yiqian shouted from the other side.
An Li hurried over, and Daohe opened his eyes to look for Shen Youzi and Ming Yichui.
"Master! Brother Yichu!"
"Where are you? Wuwuwu... It's all my fault, damn it..."
Dao He got up and saw someone beside him, with a look of surprise on his face, "Have you seen Master Shenyouzi and Brother Yichu?"
"In order to save me and the villagers, the master and Wuxu blew themselves up, wuwuwu..."
Daohe couldn't stop crying.
His whole body was torn and tattered by the strong wind, and he looked like a beggar.
Ming Yiqian calmed the man down and said in a hoarse voice, "Your name is Daohe, right?"
"I am Ming Yichu's younger brother, and this is my mother."
"Master Shenyouzi is no longer here. You are injured. Lie down and rest first."
"We'll discuss this matter later when everyone wakes up."
He usually laughs and jokes, but now he is extremely sad. It's all Wuxu's fault.
An Li took out a handkerchief and wiped Dao He's face, "Child, don't think too much about it for now."
"Maybe, everything will turn around."
The two men helped Daohe to Ming Yichu's side and put clothes on the ground.
Next.
Many villagers woke up one after another.
They were all confused and wondered how they got here.
Moreover, after looking at each other, they were both shocked.
Their faces were as black as pot stickers, their hair was flying backwards, and their clothes were tattered like fishing nets, but they had no impression of this at all.
How strange!
"Oh! There's a dead person!"
"This is Uncle Dong, Uncle Lin, and the second kid Lin... Sister Juhua! She's gone too!"
There was an exclamation from the crowd.
They all looked at the corpses on the ground and were frightened by their miserable state.
She wiped away her tears sadly again.
Daohe rested for a while, regained his strength, and hurried to the villagers, "Uncle Minxiang, I am Daohe."
"It's all my fault. It's all because of me that the evil cultivator Wuxu wanted to capture me..."
“…”
He told the villagers of Hemiao Village the whole story.
Kneeling on the ground, looking at the corpses, crying uncontrollably.
These are the elders who watched him grow up!
He died in such a miserable way.
It’s all because of him!
"well."
"Daohe boy, stop crying. It's not your fault."
"If you want to blame someone, blame Uncle Lin and his bad luck. Get up quickly."
…
Several villagers came to comfort him.
"Thanks to the old Taoist priest, how could such a good old Taoist priest be gone?"
"Woo woo woo... We haven't even met each other, and you're taking our lives in exchange."
"According to me, our village should set up a tablet for the old Taoist priest, and we can come to pay our respects and burn incense on the first and fifteenth days of the lunar month."
"We should always remember the old Taoist priest's kindness."
…
Many villagers agreed to set up a memorial tablet for Shenyouzi.
Daohe's eyes were swollen like walnuts as he squeezed out from the crowd of villagers.
"Auntie, Brother Yiqian, they are discussing setting up a memorial tablet for the master and offering incense."
"Auntie, please don't be angry. This is all because of me. When Brother Yichu wakes up, I will apologize to him and ask for his forgiveness."
Daohe lowered his head and tears welled up in his eyes again.
He really felt that he shouldn't be alive.
An Li patted Daohe's shoulder and said, "Daohe, this is not your fault. Don't think too much about it."
"Go and rest first, we'll go down the mountain later."
He looked at his eldest son lying on the ground and sighed silently.
She saw that the pool of blood on the ground was vomited by her eldest son.
Daohe had no choice but to sit aside and ponder in silence.
at this time.
A donkey brayed and a bird cried.
The middle-aged Taoist priest and Ming Yiling, Li Bai, Ming Chengnian and others hurried over.
He stood still on the spot!
"Mom! What happened?"
"What happened to Big Brother? Where's Master Shenyouzi?"
Ming Yiling's face turned pale. He walked over and looked at Ming Yichu lying on the ground.
"Blessings and infinite blessings to the Heavenly Lord."
The middle-aged Taoist took a look and understood.
He led the donkey to the side, sat on the ground and chanted a spell.
When An Li saw her daughter, the tears that she had finally managed to hold back began to fall again, "Ling'er, Master Shenyouzi has passed away!"
"Together with Wuxu."
"Your eldest brother must have been hit too hard and his heart veins were damaged. He has been in a coma since he woke up."
She took out her handkerchief and wiped her tears.
After listening.
Ming Yiling, Ming Chengnian and Li Bai were all startled.
Tears fell silently.
Because of the relationship, everyone is familiar with each other.
That kind old man who was cheerful, loved drinking, and had great magical powers was never seen again.
"Shenyouzi, you still owe me five jars of wine."
"If you leave, who will I go drinking with in the future?"
Li Bai sighed, turned his back and shed tears silently. The older people get, the less they realize they have close friends.
Shenyouzi is his close friend.
When I heard from my old friend again, we were already separated by this world.
"Don't cry! Don't cry!"
"Just now when I was sleeping, the master told me that he would come back."
"The master will come back!"
Ming Xin climbed up from Ming Yichu and said to everyone.
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