Chapter 765

After kneeling down the last step, the door of Sanqing Temple opened slowly.

A small Taoist boy came out from the inside. When he saw Han Zhan standing outside the door, wet, with winding scarlet blood on his pale and haggard face, he was suddenly startled. When his sight fell on the blue purple on his forehead, he couldn't help knowing.

Many people will knock and kneel step by step, but the most is the blue and red forehead. It is the first time he has seen such a sincere person with such a broken head.

He nodded slightly to Han Zhan, "is this Taoist friend here to offer incense? Please come inside."

After that, let's open the way and bring people to Sanqing image.

"What do you want? After you finish the three pillars of fragrance, go back and wait."

Han Zhan said thank you, took the incense and lit it respectfully, and then knocked his head three times.

After staying behind, he suddenly found that he came out in a hurry and didn't bring any incense money.

Seeing Han Zhan's embarrassment, Tao Tong said, "Master said that if Taoist friends are willing, they can donate three of your hair, that's enough."

Han Zhan was stunned. He didn't know what sanqingguan wanted his hair to do, but he gave it honestly and didn't ask why.

After receiving it, Dao Tong sent Han Zhan to the gate of Sanqing temple.

"Taoist friend, go slowly."

Then he turned back and closed the door.

According to the master, he put the three hairs in a brocade bag and put them on the offering table under the Sanqing statue. Together with the Sanqing statue, they were offered by fireworks.

The head is also knocked, and the incense is on. Han Zhan can only go back.

I don't know whether the kowtow was too cruel or whether the last glimmer of hope was used up. I don't know the result. Han Zhan just felt dizzy and in a trance.

The road back has become extremely long.

After he went down the mountain, he looked back at the Sanqing Temple hidden in the depths of the jungle.

The drizzle did not know when it had stopped. The sun jumped out of the sky, and the colorful clouds and clouds stained most of the sky. Together with the mountain streams behind them, they became a pair of ink painting.

Han Zhan took back his sight, turned to get on the horse and rode away.

One man and one horse gradually disappeared into the mountain path.

……

As soon as Han Zhan returned to the city master's residence, Lu Lingyu ran forward.

"My Lord, madam is all right!" Lu Lingyu followed Han Zhan and watched Han Zhan knock up step by step.

So he hurried back to Yanghu pass before Han Zhan to see if Chu Zhi would get out of danger.

As a result, as soon as he came back, he heard the ghost doctor surprised and said, "eh? The pulse is back. People are conscious!"

You say God is not God?

Lu Lingyu stared at Han Zhan's embarrassed appearance and couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He couldn't help but want to say whether Han Zhan wanted to have a rest and deal with his wound, but Han Zhan disappeared before his words were exported.

They only felt a gust of wind.

Meng Wan was wiping the sweat on Chu Zhi's forehead. She heard the door clang. She quickly turned back and saw Han Zhan standing at the door with a hard-working face, muddy and wet.

"You... How did you become like this?"

Han Zhan didn't seem to hear it. He walked to Chu Zhi and knelt down slowly in front of her bed.

"Oh... Zhizhi, she's all right." Meng Wan quickly said, "the ghost doctor and the Divine Mother said that Zhizhi would wake up soon. Don't worry. It's you... Why don't you wash first? Don't infect your wound."

Meng Wan said for a while, but Han Zhan didn't respond, so he knew he couldn't listen.

He could only sigh silently and stepped back to stay outside.

"Zhizhi, I'm back..."

Han Zhan reached out to hold Chu Zhi's hand. He found that his hand was full of dirt and hurriedly got up to clean his hand.

He didn't sleep for several days. He knocked to Sanqing Temple step by step. Coupled with great psychological pressure, he stumbled and almost fell to the ground. He grabbed the table and stabilized his figure. He didn't know to sit in place and rest. He continued to walk to Chu Zhi. He sat down in front of the bed and took Chu Zhi's hand.

"Zhizhi." he bowed his head and kissed the back of Chu Zhi's hand. "Wake up quickly, okay... I really... Really... Miss you..."

Lu Lingyu glanced inside and said to Meng Wan: "I've never seen a person with such deep love. You haven't seen such high steps. They knock up step by step. They're scared just looking at them, not to mention the others. You can see how much effort it takes to see your blood hole on little Han's forehead... Don't say, it's really very moving. It's much better than those scripts."

Meng Wanmo paused for a moment. Is that comparable?

It's all fake in the script, but it's real!

"Squeak -"

"Come back soon -"

"Squeak -"

In the chaos and darkness, it seemed that someone was calling her name. With some traction, she unconsciously wanted to get close.

She kept looking, but the road never ended. She was so tired and exhausted.

The heart is empty and has nothing, as if it had discarded the most important thing.

Chu Zhi only felt dizzy and powerful. He didn't know the year and place. He seemed to be rolled up in a lonely boat on the sea. Looking at the darkness, with the depression before the storm, the roaring sea breeze almost wanted to devour people.

"Squeak! Squeak! Come back -"

It's... Han Zhan's voice!

No, Han Zhan is dead.

Died right in front of her.

She wanted to stop and save Han Zhan, but there was nothing she could do.

She shouted Han Zhan's name and begged him not to die, but she couldn't stop it.

She remembered that she had lost a person's heart!

That great grief, with a sense of suffocation, seemed to drown her.

She subconsciously stretched out her hand.

The next moment, he was held by a strong hand and pulled hard.

……

The darkness gradually disappeared, and the feeling of depression no longer existed, but the residual despair in the chest was still strong.

Chu Zhi slowly opened his eyes. Han Zhan's haggard and pale face full of blood and rain, thin lips and beautiful peach blossom eyes were dead.

Obviously the same person, but it seems that there is something different.

Like a gorgeous and extravagant flower, it fell from the clouds into the abyss, with the dangerous power of destroying the sky and the earth.

"Han, Han Zhan..." before Han Zhan could speak, Chu Zhi was hoarse, trembling and stretched out his hand, "Han Zhan, is it really you?"

"It's me!" Han Zhan took Chu Zhi's hand and covered his face. Intense ecstasy and repressive excitement burst out from the bottom of his eyes, which finally turned into a blessing for the rest of his life, "fortunately, fortunately!"

Fortunately, you woke up.

At the moment of seeing Han Zhan, Chu Zhi didn't know whether it was a dream or a reality. He couldn't help his long suppressed feelings and burst into tears.

That uncontrollable, involuntary feeling.

As if the rolling river finally found the exit of * * and poured down.

"Han Zhan... Han Zhan..."

She shouted Han Zhan's name again and again, as if to be printed in her bones.