Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 474, may the crane guide your way
Pure obsession and willingness are mixed together, which is powerful in a certain sense.

Li Yun can feel the wishes and obsessions that have been maintained for decades, as long as he absorbs this strand of obsession, he can untie the obsession that is entwined with the tree demon paper.

"Cough-cough-"

The middle-aged man had just finished his pilgrimage when he started to cough violently, and a little bright red appeared on the tissue, which he was already used to.

Under his insistence, he set up incense sticks and prayed quietly.

Afterwards, the middle-aged man looked at Li Yun with tired eyes and murmured.

"I really hope I can find her. I'm afraid I can't last long. If I can't find her again, I really can't find her."

Li Yun didn't speak, and he could see his disease-ridden appearance without using his celestial eye. With his celestial eye, he could also see the entanglement of dead threads. It was only a matter of time before he entered death. Bad, especially now that the weather is getting colder, whether you can survive this season is a problem.

In this regard, Li Yun could only pour out a glass of water, so that the middle-aged man could breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank you. Thank you." The middle-aged man drank water, calmed down a little, and said, "I have met more good people these days than I have ever met before. I have crossed half of China, but I still haven't found her. I I have to keep looking for her, and I must find her before I die."

Looking at the middle-aged man, Li Yun said lightly.

"Layman, if it's convenient, can you show the original copy of this photo to Pindao?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, and took out a photo. The unique black and white touch is full of the touch of the times. However, from the current point of view, the woman in this photo is also a rare beauty, a small melon seed There are two small dimples on the face, and the long ponytail is thrown behind the head. Although the face is not as beautiful as Hanxiang, it has an indescribable intellectual charm. The teenager is making a funny expression.

Looking at this photo, the middle-aged man also showed a gentle look for a long time. As long as he looks at this photo, he feels that his body is full of infinite power, and there is nothing to be afraid of. At least for now, The middle-aged man has forgotten the physical damage and physical damage caused by the illness.

If you have persistence in your heart, you will move forward——

Marriages of thousands of miles are connected by a thread. Under Li Yun's celestial eyes, the lines connecting this photo to the distant place have been fully revealed.

The thread is very thin, as if it could be broken at any time, but it is tenaciously connected together by virtue of something.
"Layman, what's your name?"

"My name is Ye Dazhi." The middle-aged man said honestly.

Li Yun did not return the photo to Ye Dazhi, but threw it towards Tianshan——

Ye Dazhi subconsciously wanted to grab the photo, but a white crane grabbed the photo first.

Xiaobai held the photo in his mouth, and instead of flying away immediately, he stood gracefully on the spot, and nodded slightly to Ye Dazhi.

Ye Dazhi's head was a little blank, he didn't know why Bai He, who suddenly appeared, wanted to grab his most important photo.
At this time, Li Yun just said lightly.

"There are two choices before you now. The first is to give up, go home, receive treatment, live, and find other meanings in life."

It can be seen that if Ye Dazhi receives treatment, he can live for a few more years
But if he is still exhausted with this body, he must not have many days to live.

Ye Dazhi subconsciously refused.

He won't leave without seeing that person.
Even if this body is burned without any results or rewards, it will still not turn back.

"It seems that you chose the second option, and there is no surprise." Li Yun lightly tapped Ye Dazhi's forehead with his hand, and said calmly, "Go, and may the crane guide your way."

In China, where every inch of land is expensive, inside a huge manor with a huge area, children's noises come and go. The noise makes some people a little annoyed, and some people feel a little relieved.

In a large closed room inside the manor, a child in a small suit looked innocently at the haggard middle-aged woman in front of him and said.

"Mom, why does the prince like Cinderella instead of the princess? The princess has everything, but Cinderella has nothing. Even the carriage and the coachman are made by elves."

The middle-aged woman touched the child's head with a soft face, and said softly, touching the child's small head.

"Because, the princess has everything, but she is still not Cinderella. The prince likes Cinderella, and he will not like the princess just because the princess has everything. True feelings will not be easily shaken by foreign objects."

The child seemed to understand but didn't understand, and could only stare blankly at the words in his hand.

Just when the child was still about to ask, two strong men in black came in at the door and said.

"Master, it's time, your visiting time is up, your mother needs a good rest."

"Ah oh." The child felt a little lost, and could only silently sit beside the hospital bed, hugging the middle-aged woman who had already been extremely emaciated and frail, and reluctantly left.

After the children left, a solemn and expressionless middle-aged man came in with a peeled apple in his hand.

"Eat."

"Well thank you"

"We are husband and wife, so you don't need to be so polite." The middle-aged man put down the apple silently, without much communication, only simple words.

The man didn't stay too long, he turned and left the empty room filled with the smell of medicine.

Before leaving, the man paused and said calmly.

"Cinderella? Fang Xuan, don't show him those boring books in the future. He now has violin lessons, piano lessons, English lessons, Russian lessons, and physical training. He doesn't have so much time to accept these boring things. Words After all, you should pay attention to your own body."

Fang Xuan didn't answer anything, just stared blankly at the window that was opened for her, at the birds flying freely in the sky.

Not long after the man left, doctors in white coats came in one by one to examine Fang Xuan's body.

The cold medicine and mechanical smell filled the whole room, and even the scent of apples was diluted very lightly
Looking at the peeled apple, Fang Xuan's thoughts went back to the boy who picked red apples for him 35 years ago.

Grinning like a flower
"Occasionally, I still think back to that time, how is he doing now?"

At this time, a red-capped white crane landed in front of the window sill, it was extremely elegant, like a relegated fairy crane.
(End of this chapter)