When the wind blows over the river, the sound of cicadas is heard.
Although the weather was hot and the sun shone like fire on Yin Wenjiao's body, she could not feel any warmth. Instead, a chill shot from her vest straight to her forehead.
"You...are Guangrui."
At this moment, she didn't know what to say?
I don't know what attitude to use to express all this.
"Lie to me, you are all lying to me."
She looked at Yang Lin, and then in vain at the wooden basin that had drifted away without a trace. Thinking of the fear she had felt these days, she felt like a puppet, being manipulated and manipulated by others.
Suddenly, all kinds of grievances came to my heart.
Gritting his teeth, he turned around and jumped into the river without hesitation.
Judging from her posture, this time it was not a matter of treading water and leaving.
In fact, with her second-level martial arts skills, she is stronger than ordinary soldiers in this world, but she is far from being able to survive in water.
She wanted to die.
Yin Wenjiao closed her eyes and jumped hard. All kinds of thoughts flashed through her heart. She recalled her life, from being cherished and kindly by her parents when she was a child, to being fierce and willful when she grew up, with no heroes in sight.
She fell in love with the legitimate son of a British prince, but in the end, forced by reality, she had to reluctantly separate.
Later, she accepted her fate and chose a husband she liked, and prepared to forget the past and live a stable life.
The passion on the wedding night, the fantasy of the future, the light of the sword on the boat, the cold water of the lake, and the body beaten to a bloody pulp...
In the end, he was just a cute little baby born on the ground, looking at him with his dark eyes.
The little guy smacked his fingers and screamed vaguely, but he couldn't even call him mother.
"I actually don't want to die, but..."
At this moment, all the cherished memories of the past passed by little by little.
Yin Wenjiao discovered that she actually still had various unwillingnesses and regrets.
The expected sound of water entering did not reach my ears.
There is no cold and wet feeling on the body.
On the contrary, it was a little more enthusiastic.
The body is not falling, but rising.
She suddenly opened her eyes and saw that she was already being held in the arms of the red-robed figure, landing lightly on the shore.
"Gillian, you jumped into the river that day on the boat, so I thought you had died for your love, so I didn't blame you.
As for the mistakes Li Wuding committed, they actually have nothing to do with you, so why should you blame yourself too much? "
Yang Lin knew that at this time, the woman in front of him was extremely fragile and could not bear any stimulation.
Therefore, even if he has extraordinary abilities.
If you don't want her to die, you can only coax her with nice words.
In fact, he understands it very well.
The son he gave birth to did not look like his father, but looked like the man who was killed by his husband.
And that person is not dead yet, and will come back sooner or later.
The husband in front of him secretly suspected that the son was not his, and was deliberately trying to kill the child.
In Yin Wenjiao's heart, she was so worried that she didn't know what to do.
She was already very strong for being able to endure it calmly until now, trying her best to find the right opportunity to send her infant son away.
But.
I just sent the child away, letting the little guy float alone in the river to face an unknown fate.
Suddenly I discovered that the husband was not the husband, but the dead person turned out to be the living person.
This made her feel extremely embarrassed.
Everything I have done in the past has been in vain.
It's completely self-inflicted, and the ending may not be happy.
"Xiaobao, Xiaobao, he..."
Yin Wenjiao's face was a little dull, and it took a while for her to focus again. She had completely lost the spirit of struggle, and just looked at the surging river water helplessly.
"It's okay. Didn't the old Antarctic immortal tell you that in his dream that day? If you can protect his future, his future will be bright and bright. The little guy's fate has already been determined, and you don't need to worry about it."
Yang Lin seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and said coldly: "Besides, Guanyin Bodhisattva went to great lengths to devise all kinds of coincidences to send his son away, to protect the Dharma, and so on, but not just to send him to death."
"You know everything?"
Yin Wenjiao looked at Yang Lin and felt that it was very unreal for a moment. The person in front of her was familiar yet unfamiliar.
They are familiar because they have met each other sincerely, and they are strangers because they have never thought that the other party has such ability.
Even the secrets in his heart and what he saw in his dreams were clear.
It seemed that even the various plans of the gods and Buddhas in heaven were within his expectations.
Where is this ordinary scholar?
"Why, why don't you call me husband-in-law? After all, we are three matchmakers and six betrothed men."
Yang Lin didn't know how to explain it to her, and didn't want to talk more about Tang Monk's Buddhist scriptures, so he stopped talking about this topic and smiled.
"No, sir, you are so capable now, can't we raise the little guy by ourselves?"
Yin Wenjiao suddenly regained her vitality.
Becoming anxious again.
She had just sent the child away, and began to worry about whether the baby was safe, whether he would be hungry, and what if he suffered.
This time, that time.
Previously, I was afraid that my life would be in danger if I kept the little guy by my side.
Now it is obvious that Li Biao is dead, and her husband has changed. If the child looks like him, it is unlikely that he will murder his own flesh and blood.
she thought.
Just as I relaxed, a huge worry surged into my heart.
No one is forced to do so, but who wants to throw the child into the river before he is a month old?
No matter how cruel my mother is, she cannot do this.
It's not like she can't afford it.
"No way."
Yang Lin shook his head.
Also a little helpless.
His ability is relatively great.
But you also have to see who you are competing with.
If it were some ordinary trivial matter, it wouldn't matter if the little guy was taken back to his home to raise, as the other party wouldn't take it seriously.
But who is this little guy?
It was the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, the legendary second disciple of the Tathagata. He was born to shoulder the arduous task of establishing Buddhism and traveling to the West to obtain the true scriptures. How could he be taught by himself? It was completely impossible.
Journeying to the West without monkeys and pigs is still possible, but the difficulty will increase.
However, without Tang Monk’s Journey to the West, would it still be Journey to the West?
The transition from Xiaobao to Tang Sanzang was filled with bloodshed and despair.
Leaving the mortal world behind, we head west to Lingshan...
Without a chill that cuts deep into the bones, where can one's heart be as strong as iron and never turn back?
Therefore, little Tang Seng could not be saved at all.
It is inevitable that it will fall into the hands of Buddhism.
If I block it with all my heart, I will destroy the general trend of Journey to the West.
The next moment, not only Fa Minghui will come knocking on the door, but people like Guanyin Bodhisattva and the Antarctic Immortal will probably not care about one bullying the small.
Even the eight celestial dragons and Prajna Buddhas will really descend to the earth, and even the heavenly and earthly nets and the twenty-eight constellations will be dispatched.
That really stirred up a hornet's nest.
You will soon be able to enjoy the treatment of a monkey.
It is said that the monkey is the heel of the Sky-Mending Stone. It is a born spiritual monkey with a strong backing. It can be released after being imprisoned in Wuzhishan.
For me, a foreigner, to be able to preserve my soul and suffer in the eighteen levels of hell is a sign of the great power of Buddhism.
"Gillian, I'm not afraid to tell you that the child will never come back. You must also know that we can't do anything if we are stared at by Guanyin Bodhisattva and the Antarctic Immortal. That’s why I couldn’t stop him when he was sent away.”
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