"Master..." Lianfeng choked up as if he had been exposed to the painful area again, or perhaps remembered the tragic scene before Master's emergence.
"Master, after he was injured in the study room and came back, his health became worse day by day. Then he stopped drinking water and food, and then... he just... became immortal."
As he spoke, tears dripped down Lianfeng's cheeks.
Looking at Lianfeng Xiaodao, who was filled with grief and didn't look like he was lying, Mao Sandao completely gave up his doubts about him, and his inner guilt increased again.
In the end, Banyun was injured after the battle with Doukui in the bookstore.
And the "initiator" of all this is himself.
"Taoist Master, I'm sorry." Mao Sandao felt mixed emotions in his heart. He looked at Banyun's grave and bowed deeply, "I was the one who hurt you."
Lianfeng Xiaodao gently wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, shook the fly whisk, and said slowly: "Donor, please don't blame yourself. Master often said, life is the time of death, life is the time of death, only the right time is not allowed, and the only time is not allowed, Master Emergence is just a different way of existence."
Banyun thought about it, but Mao Sandao felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart, as if a fish bone had stuck in his throat.
He always felt that he should not have invited Banyun to come out of the mountain in the first place, nor should he have made a wild and wild idea to kill Doukui.
If it weren't for his own impulse, he thought, Banyun wouldn't be in the state of becoming a feather.
Mao Sandao shook his head gently: "The Taoist priest died because of me, how can I let go?"
Lianfeng stepped forward and gently patted Mao Sandao on the shoulder: "Pindao firmly believes that Master and I will not blame the donor."
After saying that, Lianfeng bowed deeply toward Banyun's grave.
"I want to stay alone with the Taoist Priest for a while." Mao Sandao turned to look at Lianfeng with a sad expression, "I think the Taoist Priest also hopes that I can have a good chat with him."
"Okay, the donor can help himself." Lianfeng turned around and walked towards the Taoist temple.
Mao Sandao threw away the cigarette butts and carefully pulled out the yellow weeds on Banyun's grave: "Thank you, Taoist Priest, for telling Sandao to live well before leaving. Don't worry, I will not only live well, but I will also avenge you." Lose."
After pulling out the weeds, Mao Sandao found two dead branches, penetrated the roasted goose, and inserted them hard into the soil in the center of the grave.
Then he opened the supplement packaging box and poured all the supplements on Banyun's grave.
Then, he took out his lighter and burned the supplement box.
"These were originally given to the Taoist Priest. I put them here today. I hope the Taoist Priest can enjoy them in another world."
Mao Sandao had a lot to say to Banyun, but he didn't know where to start, so he just sat quietly on the grave.
Half an hour later, Mao Sandao glanced at the sky, stood up slowly, and dusted off his body: "I will definitely come visit the Taoist Master when Sandao is free."
Before leaving, Mao Sandao bowed deeply to Banyun again.
Mao Sandao was going to go back to the temple to say hello to Lianfeng and then leave.
There is only one bus back to the city here, so if you are late, you may not be able to catch it.
As soon as he reached the wall behind the view, Mao Sandao suddenly smelled a faint smell of Chinese medicine.
Following the smell, Mao Sandao saw a broken earthen jar thrown away by Guan Jiao. There were many slightly moist herbs around the jar.
Looking at the medicinal herbs, Mao Sandao was filled with emotions. Unexpectedly, Banyun took so many medicines and finally went there.
But just as he was about to turn around and leave, Mao Sandao was stunned for a moment. He saw light white powder sticking to the remains of the base of the jar.
Mao Sandao twisted some of it and put it to his nostrils and smelled it. Except for a hint of Chinese medicine, there was no other peculiar smell.
Mao Sandao clapped his hands and prepared to leave disapprovingly.
After taking a few steps, Mao Sandao suddenly turned back and stared at the fragment.
Why is there white powder in Chinese medicine?
Mao Sandao suddenly felt that there were clues in this, and the appearance of the powder was a bit strange.
Taking out the cigarette box, Mao Sandao took out all the cigarettes inside, stepped forward, grabbed some powder and put it into the cigarette box.
When he went back, he planned to ask Gao Piqiang to test what the powder was.
Arriving at the Taoist temple, before Mao Sandao had time to enter the hall, he saw Lianfeng sitting cross-legged on the futon in the middle of the hall, seemingly closing his eyes to meditate.
Hearing the footsteps, Lianfeng slowly opened his eyes: "The donor is back."
Mao Sandao nodded: "Taoist Priest, if I have something to do here, I'll leave first. I'll come see you and Taoist Banyun when I have time."
"Donor, please go slowly." Lianfeng stood up from the futon, "I won't give it away."
Mao Sandao turned around and waved his hand: "No need to send it off, the little Taoist priest can just continue to rest his mind."
When he came to Beiziling from home, Mao Sandao didn't take a sip of water, and he kept talking. At this time, his mouth was dry and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Thinking that it would be a long way back and there would be no water to drink along the way, he returned to the gate and asked, "I'm thirsty. Is there any water?"
Lianfeng pointed to the courtyard: "The courtyard is the second from the end, and there is water in the kitchen."
"Okay, thanks."
Mao Sandao walked through the hall and came to the second room pointed by Lianfeng.
He took a ladle from the stove, opened the wooden lid of the water jar, scooped out half a ladle of water, and drank the whole ladle into his stomach.
Under the clear and cold water, Mao Sandao couldn't help but tremble all over and shudder.
"belch……"
I couldn't help but burp water.
The moment Mao Sandao put the water ladle back in place, he saw a packaging bag on the stove.
The appearance of this bag made Mao Sandao feel a little... strange.
He picked up the bag and looked at it, but didn't see any identification information.
Open it, and there is some white powder inside the bottom of the bag.
After smelling it, there is no special smell.
The powder was both white, which made Mao Sandao think that the powder was very similar to what was in the cigarette box.
He took out the cigarette case, shook all the powder in the bag into the cigarette case, and hid it in his pocket again.
Immediately, the bag was thrown back into the stove.
"Did the donor find water?"
Suddenly, the sound of curtain wind sounded behind Mao Sandao.
Mao Sandao's whole body was shocked. He hurriedly took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket and put it in his mouth. He turned his head and stammered: "Looking for... I found it. I wanted to smoke. I looked around the kitchen, but... I didn't see it. To the fire.”
"Isn't that right?"
Lianfeng walked into the kitchen and took a lighter from the counter.
Only then did Mao Sandao see clearly that the desk was less than half a meter away from him, and thought that what he had just done might have been seen by Lian Feng.
He quickly laughed and said: "It's really like riding a donkey to find a donkey. I actually didn't see the lighter right in front of me. Look at my look, haha."
As he spoke, he reached out to take the lighter and light the cigarette.
Unexpectedly, Lianfeng's hand retracted: "I will light the fire for the donor."
Bah...!
Fire breaks out quickly.
"The Taoist Master is really too polite."
The courtesy in the curtain was too sudden. Although Mao Sandao was a little confused, he still put the cigarette close to the lighter.
Just when the cigarette was about to be lit, Lianfeng suddenly released the button of the lighter and said abruptly: "The donor is so smart and his eyes are so bright, how could he not see the lighter? Could it be that the donor deliberately said that he didn't see it? Can Pindao help me find it?"
Mao Sandao's expression froze and he looked up at Lianfeng. He didn't particularly understand the meaning of Lianfeng's words.
"Oh, sorry, the fire is out, haha."
After saying that, there was a beep sound, and Lianfeng pressed the lighter again.
Mao Sandao leaned close to his head, lit a cigarette, and replied following the topic of the curtain wind: "It can be rekindled after the fire is extinguished, but it is difficult to rekindle the people's hearts once they are extinguished."
Lianfeng put the lighter back in its place: "The donor is joking again."
"Taoist Master also likes to joke." Mao Sandao took a puff from his cigarette, "It's getting late, so I'll go back first."
As soon as he reached the door of the kitchen, Mao Sandao turned around, held the filter of his cigarette and shook it: "The fire of Taoist Master's lighter is much brighter than other lighters."
"Donor, please go slowly." Lian Feng smiled slightly but not smiled, and gave a slight salute.
As soon as Mao Sandao crossed the threshold, Lianfeng's face suddenly became serious, and he turned around and focused his gaze on the stove's bag.
He was stunned for a moment, glanced at the kitchen door from the corner of his eye, quickly picked up the bag and threw it into the stove.
He didn't know if Mao Sandao had touched the bag, and he wasn't sure if he already knew anything.
