Qin Wan was pinched by Chu Yan's neck. Thinking of her miserable life, she couldn't hold it in anymore and started to cry.
She mustered all her courage and screamed at that moment, "I didn't want to live in the first place. My mother is gone, my father doesn't want me, my sister doesn't recognize me, my husband doesn't like me, and the servants even bully me. I was already dead. I cut my wrists, deep cuts. I was dead, but I don't know how I woke up again. I didn't mean to do it, I really didn't... Wuuuu, kill me. Kill me and Miss Qingyue will come back."
She cried so hard that tears welled up in her eyes, and her words were so painful that they pierced people's hearts.
Feng Ling looked at this familiar face, the face he had been with day and night for the past year. Every glance and smile was Yue'er's soul. He was heartbroken to the point of dying.
The Seven-Star Begonia poison that Old Wang had barely suppressed was about to break down again. He coughed, and a trace of blood flowed out.
"Chu Yan, let her go!"
Feng Ling gritted his teeth and said.
Chu Yan's mood was obviously not right, he almost looked crazy. The stimulation he had received was really too great. From yesterday to today, the double stimulation had almost overwhelmed him, and his rationality was almost unable to control it.
Even Qing Er's peach blossom eyes turned cold, and he looked at Qin Wan with his narrow pupils. No one knew what he was thinking.
But when Feng Ling spoke, Chu Yan seemed not to hear it. He pinched Qin Wan's hand and never let go, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"If you kill her, will that ensure Yue'er's return? What if she doesn't come back? What should we do then?"
Feng Ling gritted his teeth and snorted.
"Woo woo, Fourth Brother, don't be impulsive."
Pingyang also whimpered.
Qin Wan couldn't bear it anymore. She was already in great fear and now she was extremely sad. Finally, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.
"Prince You, please let go of Miss Qin San first. Don't act rashly. Miss Qingyue was able to die and be reborn into Miss Qin Wan's body. There must have been some opportunity. Now she has suddenly disappeared. Something must have happened. If you rashly kill Miss Qin San, even if Miss Qingyue can come back, how can she accept it?"
Xie Jinghuan was the calmest person here. His voice was as gentle as the breeze as he spoke slowly.
"Xie believes that Miss Qingyue clearly distinguishes between good and evil, and she absolutely cannot accept your killing of innocent people. Even if she comes back, how will she cope with it?"
As soon as these words fell, Chu Yan's body trembled, and those deep, dead eyes finally trembled a little.
The next moment, he embraced Qin Wan and turned away.
"Chu Yan!"
"stop!"
"You dare!"
No one expected Chu Yan to do this. Feng Ling was so angry that her eyes were about to burst. She raised her hand to stop him, but Chu Yan had already swung his palm, his eyes were bloodshot. He held Qin Wan with one hand without loosening his grip, forcing Feng Ling to take two steps back and spit out a mouthful of blood. The Seven-Star Begonia poison was barely suppressed, and it was about to be broken as soon as his internal force moved.
Qing Zhan's eyes also turned red, "Prince You, let my sister go."
Xie Jinghuan also frowned.
Chu Yan raised his eyes and said, "I will take her to find Master Yuanji of Nanjiao Temple. I will get her back at all costs. Whoever tries to stop me will die!"
Then, when the four words fell, they were filled with a chilling coldness that could destroy the world.
Chu Yan's mind was on the verge of extreme collapse, and finding Qing Yue was almost his last obsession.
Master Yuanji, abbot of Nanjiao Temple.
Hearing this, everyone was stunned. Yes, this situation really requires guidance from an expert.
Feng Ling pursed his lips. He knew that Chu Yan had some connection with the abbot of Nanjiao Temple. Thinking of this, he said, "I will go too."
Chu Yan tightened his arms around Qin Wan, his face tense. He didn't want to do that.
"I'm going too, Fourth Brother. Let's go together. Fourth Brother, you and Sixth Brother should put aside your grudges for now. The most important thing for you now is to rescue Sister Qing. If Sister Qing doesn't come back, it will be useless even if you make a big fuss. Fourth Brother, we all want Sister Qing to come back."
Pingyang said hurriedly, her eyes were swollen from crying.
These words were indeed useful. Chu Yan stopped insisting on his own way and calmed down briefly.
Seeing that Chu Yan had suppressed his emotions, Xie Jinghuan immediately called over Old Wang to stop the bleeding and apply medicine to Qin Wan.
As for Chu Yan and Feng Ling, they stayed by Qin Wan's side and neither of them left.
At noon, a carriage drove out of Kyoto and headed towards Nanjiao Temple.
The carriage was very large, covered with thick blankets and even a small bed. Qin Wan was lying on it, her face pale without any blood, her eyes closed. She had not woken up since she fell unconscious in the yard. Pingyang sat beside her, gently wiping her face with the handkerchief in her hand. As she wiped, tears welled up in her eyes. Whenever she thought of what she had done to Qin Wan in the past year, she hated herself.
She didn't even dare to imagine what they would do if Sister Qing didn't come back?
Qing Zhan leaned to one side with his eyes downcast, his peach blossom eyes were very red.
Chu Yan and Feng Ling sat on the other side. There were five people in the entire carriage. Fortunately, the carriage was large and not crowded, but no one spoke and the atmosphere was depressing and dull.
Even Pingyang, who was usually chattering, didn't dare to speak. Everyone felt heavy in their hearts.
"Your Highness, we have arrived at Nanjiao Temple."
The driver was Xie Jinghuan, and his voice rang out from outside the car.
No one knew about this trip to Nanjiao Temple. There were only five of them and the unconscious Qin Wan.
As soon as the carriage stopped, a young monk came forward to greet them. "Amitabha, benefactor, the abbot has been waiting for a long time. Please come this way."
Chu Yan and Feng Ling got off the carriage and looked at each other, but they were horrified. Did the abbot of Nanjiao Temple already predict their return?
…
Inside the Zen room.
The abbot was wearing a cassock and was beating a wooden fish until Chu Yan pushed the door open and walked in.
Master Yuanji did not meet anyone else. He only asked the young monk to invite Chu Yan in. Qin Wan was taken to another meditation room, while Pingyang, Qing Zhan and others were also waiting outside. Feng Ling was guarding Qin Wan.
Master Yuanji has a private connection with Chu Yan, so Feng Ling would not follow him if they only met him. As long as Yue'er could be saved, it would be the same no matter who had the solution.
On the other side, Chu Yan entered the meditation room. Hearing the sound, Master Yuanji put down the Jianzhi in his hand, then opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Chu Yan, he chanted a Buddhist name, and then said, "Donor Chu, please sit down."
There was a cushion in front of Master Yuanji.
Chu Yan did not speak rashly, but just performed a Buddhist salute and then sat on the cushion. Although he was anxious, he could not be rude.
"I already know the reason why Donor Chu came here. It's just God's will, and it can't be forced. That girl died four years ago, and her soul shouldn't have stayed in the world. Now that her revenge has been achieved and her worldly affairs are over, her soul has naturally left her body, and she can't come back."
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