The strong Fang Fang finally couldn't bear it anymore. Her eyes turned red and she told Guo Meili in detail how Xia Jian was washed away by the flood.

After hearing this, Guo Meili choked up and said: "Mr.

"Even so, we should find him, but there is nothing..." Zhao Hong said suddenly, but stopped talking, tears had already flowed down.

Guo Meili breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't be sad, everyone. Everyone feels uncomfortable when something like this happens. It's better to prepare for the funeral! I'll let them look for it again. It's a good chance.

!”

After Guo Meili finished speaking, she waved to the car. Hei Wa led several security personnel and jumped out of the car. They searched directly along the Tao River embankment without saying a word.

Ouyang Hong's tears had been welling up in her eyes for a long time, and now she couldn't hold back the tears anymore. She knew in her heart that it had been more than ten hours since Xia Jian was washed away by the flood, and her hope of survival was almost zero. How could this happen?

Do it?

At this moment, Zhao Hong's cell phone rang, and she shouted impatiently: "What's the matter?"

"Village Chief, come back quickly! Aunt Xia is dying," Mo Yan said urgently on the phone.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hong cried anxiously: "Let Chen Erniu and the others prepare and send them to the city hospital immediately. We will be there soon."

"What's wrong?" Ouyang Hong asked in surprise.

Zhao Hong choked and said: "Aunt Xia can't hold it any longer."

"Hurry up!" Fang Fang shouted and got into the BMW covered in mud first. Ouyang Hong and Zhao Hong hurriedly followed. Guo Meili was stunned, and then got into the car.

An oil lamp was flickering, and the room seemed extremely dark. Beside an ancient table, an old man with gray hair and a childlike face sat cross-legged and meditated, with his eyes closed.

Xia Jian, who was lying on the bed, slowly moved his eyes and looked at everything in the room. He was wondering if he was dead? The old man wore a Taoist crown and a robe. Although his eyes were closed tightly,

It can be seen that the face is kind and not as scary as the black and white character shown in the movie.

Xia Jian twisted his body and felt weak all over, and it was a little difficult to breathe. He was a little confused. Could this person still feel after death? Isn't this no different from being alive?

"Are you awake?" The old man opened his eyes slightly and asked with a smile.

Xia Jian looked at him quietly and couldn't help but ask: "Is this the underworld? Am I already dead?"

"Haha! The little donor is really good at joking. You are lying in my Taoist temple now, not in the underworld. Besides, don't you know whether you are dead or not?" The old man said, walking over and stretching out his skinny bones.

He gently pressed Xia Jian's chest with his palm.

Xia Jian couldn't help shouting: "It hurts!"

"Isn't this right? Dead people don't feel anything." The old man chuckled and stretched out his hand to feel Xia Jian's pulse. As he did so, a smile appeared on his face.

When Xia Jian heard that he was not dead yet, he couldn't help but feel happy. He quickly asked: "Master, where is this place? Why am I here?"

The old man laughed and said: "This is Ziyang Temple. I just don't understand. Why are you in the Tao River? You are still holding a big willow tree. It can't be that there is a flood and you go to the river to fish for something."

And was washed down by the river?"

"Ah! I was holding a big willow tree?" Xia Jian tried hard to remember, but couldn't remember anything. He only knew that he was being knocked around by the flood, and in the end he didn't know anything.

The old man stood up and murmured: "Money is still something outside the body, so you must not be greedy. But when I look at your face, I see that your face is plump and your eyebrows are broad. You are a person with ambition and a broad heart. How could you do this?"

I almost lost my life for something in the river."

When Xia Jian heard this, he couldn't lie still. He struggled to sit up, coughed twice, and told the old man in detail how he was washed away by the flood.

When the old man heard this, he clasped his hands together and said in his mouth: "Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, the donor is really a blessing. You were washed away by the flood for more than a hundred miles and you are still alive. You are so lucky for three lifetimes!"

"If the Taoist priest hadn't been willing to help me, no matter how good I was, I still wouldn't be able to survive." Xia Jian said, and bowed deeply to the old man on the bed with gratitude.

The old man stroked his beard and said: "It's a chance that I can meet you in this deserted place. My Ziyangguan Mountain is a hundred meters high. The flood last night kept Lao Na awake all night. So I went down the mountain this morning.

I wanted to go to the river to do something, but I didn't expect that the wooden bridge had been washed away by the flood. When I was hesitating, I saw the willow tree by the river, and there was actually a person crawling on the willow tree."

The old man sighed and said: "At that time, your mouth was full of mud and your breath was weak. I thought you would not survive. But after my hard work, you miraculously survived. It seems that you will survive this disaster."

You will be blessed later!"

When Xia Jian heard this, he hurriedly got out of bed, knelt in front of the old man, and said very sincerely: "Thank you, Taoist Priest, for saving my life. I, Xia Jian, will never forget you in this life, and I will repay you well in the future."

The old man stretched out his hand to help Xia Jian, smiled slightly and said: "Old Nafa's name is Ziyi. I am the only one in this Taoist temple, so you can also call me Taoist Master Ziyi. As for saving you, please don't mention it. Monks don't

Talk about giving back”

"Taoist Priest Ziyi, you just said that I was washed away by the flood more than a hundred miles away. Where is the jurisdiction of Ziyang Temple? So I can make plans to go back." Xia Jian said and couldn't help but coughed twice.

Taoist Priest Ziyi laughed and said: "This is under the jurisdiction of Jinlang Town, Chen County, but my Ziyang Temple is located in a deep mountain, with no human habitation for more than ten miles around. Your body is not easy to move now, and you need to rest for a few days until the river water recedes.

, then we can cross the river.”

"Chen County? Oh my gosh, I was actually carried across the border by the flood and went to another province. I'm really lucky. When Xia Jian thought of this, he was secretly grateful.

Taoist Priest Ziyi looked at Xia Jian and smiled slightly: "Has the little benefactor practiced martial arts? What are you doing now? Can you tell me more about it? We are destined to be friends after all."

Xia Jian hurriedly responded, and then told how he went out to work from home, how he met Lao Xiao by chance, and then how Lao Xiao taught him martial arts, etc., from beginning to end, until he was...

I told Taoist Priest Ziyi in detail how I got here by the flood.

The Taoist priest in purple closed his eyes tightly, and after a while he nodded and said: "Like a businessman, like an official, he cares about the people, he is a good man."

Xia Jian seemed to understand what Priest Ziyi said, but he could also get a general idea. At least he wasn't scolding him, but talking about his good qualities.

The night outside the window was as dark as ink, and Xia Jian could not see anything. He could only hear the strong wind blowing and the trees emitting a resonant sound like surging waves.

"This is a big forest, and my Taoist temple is halfway up the mountain, so at night, if it's cloudy, it can be said that you can't see out of your hand. You have a good rest. When you get up tomorrow morning, you can go out for a walk." Zi Yi said

Although Chang had his eyes closed, he seemed to know Xia Jian's thoughts very clearly.

The two stopped talking, and the room was so quiet for a moment that you could hear a pin drop. Xia Jian asked at a loss for words: "The purple-robed Taoist Priest, with fair hair and a childlike face, must be over seventy years old this year, right?"

"Haha! You said too little. I am exactly ninety-one years old this year, and it has been almost fifty years since I went to this mountain." As the Taoist Priest Ziyi spoke, he slowly opened his eyes, as if he was recalling the past.

When Xia Jian heard this, he couldn't help but be shocked. My dear, I am ninety-one years old. How can I be in such good health and look like I am only sixty or seventy years old? Could it be that this Taoist really has the art of self-cultivation?

"Priest Ziyi, you have been going up the mountain for almost fifty years? Please go up the mountain..." Xia Jian hesitated, feeling that he had asked too many questions.

Taoist Priest Ziyi walked up and said with a slight smile: "The past is like a cloud, so don't mention it. This is the guest room. You go to bed early. Tomorrow I will give you some Chinese medicine to clear the turbidity in your lungs and you won't cough."

"The Taoist priest in purple clothes said, turned around, closed the door and left.

Xia Jian was the only one left in the room. He felt exhausted and fell asleep.

At this time, Xiping Village was in chaos. When Sun Yuejuan knew that Xia Jian had not been found, she fainted several times in the afternoon. When Fang Fang and the others arrived, Sun Yuejuan just woke up, and she grabbed Ouyang Hong's hand.

Said: "Xia Jian was washed away by the flood for everyone's sake. Can't your government just ignore it?"

"Auntie! Don't be sad. This matter has not been finalized yet. Before Xia Jian is found, anything can happen. If you can't think about it, something will happen to you. If Xia Jian comes back, won't you regret it?" Ouyang Hong

Although she said this, she knew in her heart that Xia Jian might not be able to come back this time.

Everyone tried to persuade Sun Yuejuan, and Ouyang Hong's words undoubtedly gave her a glimmer of hope that Xia Jian might come back, and the old man's complexion suddenly improved a lot.

She choked and said: "I have to think openly, otherwise if Jian'er comes back and I am gone, he will be heartbroken to death."

Sun Yuejuan's few words made several people in the room cry secretly. Xia Zecheng, on the other hand, was very strong. He laughed and said, "Don't worry, everyone. Good people are rewarded. My Xia Jian is here for the whole of Xiping."

The village's affairs were just washed away by the flood. I don't believe that this God has no eyes and nothing will happen to him."

"Yes, I also believe what Uncle Xia said. You all should go back and rest! Sanhu and I will be fine here." When Chen Erniu said this, his eye circles became red. Fortunately, the man didn't shed tears easily. She

If it was a woman, she might have burst into tears.

Fang Fang arranged Guo Meili in Xia Jian's room, because she knew in her heart that Sun Yuejuan was very fragile now, and new situations would arise at any time.
Chapter completed!