Gong Mengbi did not stay in Fangfang Mountain for long. He had to rush back to Zhenshan to take care of his seriously injured friends.
The ability to conquer Wutong was due to the combined efforts of everyone, not just one person. He acted as an instigator and used these fellow Taoists as bargaining chips to deal them out one by one, but these fellow Taoists were actually willing. The spirit and loyalty contained in them could not be let down by Gong Mengbi.
Once Fangfang Mountain was destroyed, even though Gong Mengbi himself was one of the promoters, he couldn't help but sigh.
He descended from Shangfang Mountain and came to Stone Lake. The lake was empty, with no ghosts or gods left, and his old acquaintance Tang Jie was not there either. He didn't know whether he died in the chaos or escaped with his life.
Rampant gods from all walks of life are either dead or fleeing. In the past, even though the mountains above were deep, they were not lonely.
Today the bright moon shines alone, but it is extremely quiet.
Gong Mengbi stepped onto the Xingchun Bridge. Even though it was not August 18th, he could not see the wonderful sight of a moon reflected in the water in each bridge hole under the bridge, but the bright moon reflected in the water was also fascinating.
But on the bridge, Gong Mengbi accidentally spotted a flash of fire. Looking up, I saw a young woman burning paper at the end of the bridge. She took out stacks of paper money from the bamboo basket beside her and threw them into the fire. The shadows of the fireworks swayed in the water, illuminating her face, which was flickering brightly and sadly.
Gong Mengbi was about to pass by her, so he asked her, "It's so quiet at night, why is the girl here alone to pay her respects?"
The woman wore a white paper flower on her head and said: "My family has suffered a disaster. My parents died early, and now my brother is also dead. I am alone. I only go out to worship at night, so as not to offend others." "
Gong Mengbi stood not far from her, and the woman turned back to look at him, with sadness in her eyes.
Gong Mengbi said: "My condolences. The world is not peaceful now. As a girl, you should take more care."
The woman's tone was bitter, her face full of pain, and she said quietly: "I will pay homage to them and then I will leave to join my old friend."
Gong Mengbi did not continue to approach, and passed her not far away, walking on the Xingchun Bridge. When he reached the other side, he turned back and found that only the remaining fire was still dancing, and the woman had disappeared.
Gong Mengbi sighed, lamenting the hardships and hardships of the world, and then turned into a stream of light in the ripples of the water and moved away by the moon.
Gong Mengbi returned to Zhenshan and personally presided over the formation of Xuanyuan Cave. He used all his strength to borrow the essence of Taiyin, like honey and wine syrup, to wrap Xuanyuan Cave in it. He also used a small golden furnace to burn incense and used the finest The spices made the god of the moon shine, and he turned the essence of taiyin into precious medicine to heal their disabled and sick bodies.
The moonlight in Gusu City was bleak, carrying the chill of the night, drifting in through the windows and getting into King Wu's hair and clothes.
King Wu silently stared at the Crown Prince on the bed. When he saw the moon phase instrument suddenly dimmed and fell to the ground, he suddenly became confused and threw himself in front of the Crown Prince, shouting: "Shun'er! Shun'er!"
The prince remained silent and silent, his pale body without soul, just like a pile of rotten meat.
King Wu was filled with grief and wailed twice feebly.
The young man who heard the commotion rushed in. Seeing this scene, he hurriedly summoned the medical officer.
King Wu heard the chanting, rushed to the garden, and said to the great monk Ji Shan: "Zen Master! Please save my son's life. As long as I can save his life, I will do anything to save him, even if it's gold or silver."
Zen Master Ji Shan glanced at King Wu and sighed: "Your Majesty, such good fortune cannot be saved by wealth."
King Wu was about to lose his temper. He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant. He slowly dragged his steps to the door of the prince's room, and did not dare to go in or look at it.
Zen Master Jishan stretched himself and was still chanting sutras, but his eyes were half open and half closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.
The young monk Yujin glanced at Zen Master Jishan strangely. He didn't understand why he had been so prepared before and suddenly relaxed now. But the host was always like this, extremely unpredictable.
King Wu finally sat in front of the prince's bed, looking at him quietly, thinking about many things that he had no time to think about. It's like an ordinary orphaned old man, when the white-haired person gives away the black-haired person, he also gives away his future.
Just like this, he sat back down from the deep exposure until the sky gradually became brighter, and the eastern glow came in through the window. The prince's face was clear and seemed to look better. It seemed to have a trace of blood, but it was like a kite with a broken string, and his breath was like a gossamer. But it suddenly stopped.
King Wu opened his eyes, covered his heart, and tremblingly grabbed the prince's hand. His voice was hoarse and sad, and he whispered: "My son!"
But it was at this time that a gust of warm air blew in from the window, and together with the warm air, it brought an unusual smell.
King Wu turned around and saw a tall goddess in green standing in front of the window holding a white fox in the glow.
King Wu's heart skipped a beat and asked, "Who are you?"
The goddess patted the white fox in her arms, and the white fox crawled along her arms to her shoulders, like a snow-white scarf.
Just listen to her say: "Your Majesty, do you know that your son is in such trouble because you conspired with thieves and lost your moral integrity and bad luck?"
King Wu felt fear in his heart, but he was even more angry and disgusted. He was about to rebuke, but the goddess did not give him a chance.
"I am the envoy of Empress Taishan, and I am here to save the prince's soul according to her holy order." She took out a sachet, opened it, and the shadow of the confused prince floated out from it, falling on the body that had just expired.
The anger in King Wu's heart was replaced by surprise. The goddess ignored him and pointed to the moon phase instrument that fell on the window sill. On them. Now that those demons, ghosts and evil spirits have been put to death, I hope that the prince will practice virtue diligently in the future and God will help him."
After saying that, he put the moon phase instrument into his bag, glanced at King Wu, and then disappeared into the glow.
She came and went quickly, and her few words brought him great information and shock, making his mind buzzing for a while and unable to clear his thoughts.
But he had no time to sort out his thoughts, because the prince's breath suddenly revived on the bed. He suddenly took a deep breath, his whole body tensed up, and then he exhaled a heavy breath and relaxed again.
King Wu hurriedly looked at the Crown Prince. In his surprised eyes, the Crown Prince's breathing continued slowly and hard, and his eyes slowly opened. He looked at King Wu, as if he wanted to call "Father", but he opened his mouth. But he didn't have the strength to make a sound.
King Wu cried with joy and shouted: "Medical officer! Medical officer!"
"Shun'er, Shun'er, it's okay, it's okay, father is here." He held the prince's hand tightly and said, "You have slept for too long, don't be in a hurry to talk, and take a good rest."
The Crown Prince looked at King Wu, and he was obviously looking out the window. The goddess did not really leave, but just hid her figure. A white fox jumped off her back, and when it landed, it transformed into the appearance of a late autumn lady.
Lady Wan Qiu glanced at the prince reluctantly, then followed the goddess and disappeared into the glow.
(End of chapter)
