The fifty-second chapter, sharing one life, and encountering the evil way again

The old woman's eyes were cloudy, tears kept pouring out, and her voice was sad: "Give me back my child! Give it back to me!"

Yun Qing's expression didn't fluctuate, and she couldn't see a trace of embarrassment. She suddenly handed the child in her hand to the old woman and said, "Alright, if you want, take him with you." *send""

The old woman was stunned for a moment, snatched the child, hugged it tightly in her arms, and got up and ran away. The people watching the lively around were also dumbfounded. This is a living person. How can give it?

"Take good care of him." Yun Qing explained, then turned to the surrounding herdsmen, none of these herdsmen dared to look directly at her.

She recited the Buddha's name and said, "The poor monk came from Guiling Temple. If you have any inconvenience, just tell me."

With that, she walked into the ranch and stopped near the fence. As soon as she saw the tactic in her hand, four jade walls rose from the ground and turned into a small jade house in an instant. This room is dark blue, completely opaque, without windows or doors, more like a standing jade coffin than the room.

"The poor monk has been living here since today. I'm sorry for the harassment." Yun Qing ignored the eyes of those people and disappeared into the jade house.

There was silence all around, and it took a while before someone said, "This, this is the living Bodhisattva in the snow mountain?"

"Yeah, yeah, didn't you see that he brought a child to that mad woman?"

As soon as these words came out, someone knelt down towards the jade house with a plop, kowtowed a few times and said, "Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva! I haven't eaten for several days! Please also ask the Bodhisattva to give me something to eat!"

After he finished speaking, when he looked up, he found that there was a large bowl in front of him for some reason, and the bowl was full of white rice.

Looking at the jade house again, it was quiet, as if no one was there.

The fact that a priest has come to Xinshui Ranch is known to everyone. Before dark, there was a long queue of people who came to make a wish to the priest. Everyone who came here, regardless of gender, age, or child, said that this monk indeed had magic power in his body, and Xinshui Ranch was finally saved.

Until the second half of the night, the lonely moon is like a string, and the cold wind is sharp. "Ya*wen*yan*qing*first*post"

A warm wave of light emitted from the jade house, and Yun Qing, who was wearing a monk's robe, walked out of the house. At this time, she was accompanied by a rude big man.

"Aman, are you hungry?" Yun Qing asked the big man beside her helplessly.

In the afternoon, she took out all the food she had brought to Aman. Aman is not her. Although he can endure hunger, the amount of food he eats is unusual.

Aman couldn't understand what she was talking about, he just looked at her and smiled.

Yun Qing sighed, stretched out his hand and patted him: "I'd better go get you some food."

This time, she just found a random reason to run out of Guiling Temple, stay a little further away from the unfathomable Jue Luan, and wait for his vigilance to subside so that she can go back and settle the secret method of the soul. As for the rescue of the victims, it can be said that she did not take it to heart at all. After all, as far as Yunqing is concerned, she only needs to have a cause and effect with these herdsmen, so as to convince the person on the top of Zizi Cliff that she has come here to help the victims. She doesn't want to worry about any other extras.

So she gave the child picked up in the snow to the old woman who stopped her, even if the old guy couldn't support herself, even if the child wouldn't live long at all.

Yunqing was walking on the snow, and the brows were dyed with a cold chill, which was extraordinarily strange against the bright red clothes. As she walked and listened, she followed the smell of animals in the air out of the pasture and into the snowy wasteland.

There was a low-pitched howl from the front, and the old Snow Wolf and Yun Qing faced off across the wind and snow. His eyes are completely different from those of the old human beings. He is not tired or old, but full of murderous intent. His fur was a little bald and his hind legs were slightly lame, but he was still strong and his fangs were still sharp.

This is an animal that fights from life to death, and they must have had a hard time this winter.

"Are you hungry?" Yun Qing looked at it and chuckled, "Don't be afraid, you won't be hungry again soon."

Countless jade pointed cones fell from the sky, and the white cones reflected the cold moonlight, piercing the dark silver fur. The bones were shattered, the eye sockets were cracked, and the old warrior was nailed to the air in a flying posture.

Scarlet blood splashed on the snow, and Aman licked his lips.

"It's not too good to be born?" Yun Qing hesitated, "Besides, this one is relatively old."

Aman touched his stomach.

"Go further and see if you can find the vegetables buried in the snow." Yun Qing advised.

Aman was still rubbing his stomach, his eyes fixed on the old wolf.

"up to you."

Yun Qing sighed, dropped such a sentence, and walked forward around Xuelang's body.

Walking further into the depths of the snow, there is a large group of snow wolves, not far from the Centrifugal Water Pasture. Normally, they wouldn't run so far to find trouble, but it was too cold today, and they didn't have enough food, so they followed the people and ran to the pasture, stealing sheep from time to time.

Yun Qing saw a mighty and majestic head wolf in the wolves from a long distance away. It was twice the size of the snow wolf just now, but the fierceness in his blue eyes was exactly the same. Presumably the old wolf was kicked out because the new wolf king came to power.

Yun Qing watched from a distance for a while, picked up some saxifrage, and walked back slowly.

Unexpectedly, when she returned to the place where the old wolf was just killed, she did not see a large bloodstain. There was a bulging snowdrift on the ground, and many jade awls were set aside. Aman was squatting on the edge of the snowdrift, and was stacking the snow one by one.

He actually didn't eat the old wolf, but started to pile up a grave bag.

"Aman...?" Yun Qing was shocked. It seemed that it was the first time that Aman had acted on her own without her command.

No, it doesn't seem like the first time if you think about it. Whether it was escaping from the 100,000-strong mountain or finding a way out from the divine way, these were all done by Aman himself. But the premise for him to do this is that Yun Qing is no longer able to guide him! Now Yun Qing is awake, but after leaving for a while, he actually learned how to stack graves! ?

A Mang screamed a few times, his face full of stupidity, and he didn't know why.

"Hey, saxifrage or saxifrage?" Yun Qing suppressed the surprise in his heart and handed the saxifrage in his hand to Aman.

The roots of the saxifrage are still stained with mud and dirty. This kind of grass is not considered food, but Aman never picks it up. He can eat anything that can be chewed rottenly, and occasionally even swallow the food that can't be chewed rottenly.

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Aman took the saxifrage and was about to stuff it into his mouth.

Yun Qing reached out to stop him, retrieved the saxifrage from his hand, melted some snow and washed it a little.

"It's alright." Yun Qing returned the washed saxifrage to him, and A Mang swallowed it, not too bitter.

Yun Qing frowned, thinking that he didn't want to be wise when he looked at him just now, and she didn't know what she had learned from him in Guiling Temple for a few days.

When he was in Guiling Temple, Yun Qing hid Aman in a square cup, but this was not a long-term solution. Although Aman is not a spiritual thing, he is still a living thing, so he won't be able to stay for long. So Yunqing found an opportunity to put Amang at the foot of Guiling Temple, and he seldom cared about him on weekdays.

Digging a grave and burying a wolf is not difficult for ordinary people, but if Aman does this, it will be a big problem. If it is pure imitation, it is fine. If he really does it consciously, then he is likely to open his intelligence.

As for Yun Qing, who lives with him, if Aman has wisdom, he cannot be spared.

Yun Qing was a little uneasy in her heart, but she couldn't think of a good way to investigate for the time being, so she had to put this matter aside for the time being.

As she walked back, she tried to sort out a few things she had to do. First of all, the most important thing is of course the idea of ​​the lotus heart, which is related to her life and is inevitable. The second is to quickly clear the relationship with the Seven Holy Lands. It is best to leave this place and find a quiet place to practice. This is related to the problem of her cultivation path, and it is also imperative.

After this, it is time to solve Aman's problem.

"Alas……!"

The hoarse voice came along the wind.

Yun Qing raised his head, and there was actually a gray fog covering the place where his mind swept, and the brilliance of the stars and the moon could not be seen.

She turned back, and in the snow not far behind, a black figure was slowly crawling out.

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