When she rushed to Mrs. Zhang, she suddenly realized that she was only a nine-year-old child now, and as a junior, she could not do anything disobedient and unfilial.

The resentment against Mrs. Zhang, and the hatred for deliberately treating her badly, dimmed the moment she came back to reason, but the feeling just now was still unforgettable, a strong emotion that she had never felt.

Mrs. Zhang lifted her toes in disgust, pushed her knee, and only got up and went back to the house when she saw her fall limply.

Zixuan was so angry that she wanted to take revenge with her divine sense, when she heard Mama Song lying in the courtyard moaning in pain. She couldn't care about Mrs. Zhang anymore, got up and rushed over, poked out her sense and swept it, and her heart was cold.

Mama Song was angry, her eyes were closed and there was no sign of waking up, because she was already old, and after being beaten again, most of her vitality had been lost. The moan just now was nothing more than instinct, and after one sound, there was no movement.

"Girl, the slave maid will carry Mama Song back. Mama Zhou understands that Madame doesn't plan to care about Mama Song's life or death anymore, so it's better to get people back to their small courtyard.

"Good. Zixuan withdrew the hand that was caressing the top of Mama Song's head, she could hardly sense the existence of the divine soul, even if there was the presence of the Refining Void Spirit Monarch, I am afraid that there would be no way to save it.

She felt a bitter taste in her heart, an emotion she hardly felt as a monk. As a monk, you will also say goodbye to your relatives and friends, but the grief you feel will only be as if you were passing by.

In order to maintain peace of mind, to ensure the smooth progress of the cultivation, most of these emotions are suppressed and transformed into another motivation to motivate the monk to move forward.

And in the mundane, from the perspective of a mortal who has no power to restrain the chicken, the misery and grief seem to be magnified many times, and every emotion can make people feel heart-rending pain.

Zixuan felt as if she had been split into two halves, half watching everything as a calm and calm monk, and half immersed in the emotions of Miss Zhang San, crying bitterly for herself and for Mama Song.

In a trance, she returned to the dilapidated and desolate courtyard, Zixuan was poured a bowl of hot ginger soup by Mama Zhou, and the hot and spicy warm current rushed from her abdomen to her chest, and mundane things should have no effect on her, but she still felt a lot more comfortable.

"Girl, come into the house and sleep for a while, I'll guard Mama Song, and I'll call you when she's better." Mama Zhou didn't want to tell her about life and death, she just wanted to persuade her to go to bed earlier.

Zixuan knew her good intentions, and even knew that Mama Song couldn't last half an hour, and she couldn't do anything but turn around and go back to the house, lying on the cold, hard bed and distracted.

"Being born as a human being is an ordeal, and this practice is no easier than that of a monk. ”

She used to think that ordinary people just live their lives ordinarily, and there will not be many emotional ups and downs, because they will not face any crisis or great tribulation. Even if the sky really fell one day, it would be the monks in front of them, and mortals would either be completely ignorant or simply die.

During the nine years in Zhangfu, she saw the warmth and coldness of the world with the eyes of a young child, saw the complex and strange human hearts, and felt that the emotions were completely different from her imagination.

She saw that Mrs. Zhang's hatred for Master Zhang was mixed with sensitive inferiority and inferiority complex, mixed with the pain of not being able to ask for it, and she saw that in the pity and sympathy of Aunt Li and Aunt Sun for her, there was a superiority and superiority that they themselves were not aware of.

She saw that Mama Song had been a slave all her life, lonely for decades, and she ended up like this with her heart for the Lord.

Everyone is so complex, but the monks are more pure in comparison.

People in the world are struggling with the "Seven Sorrows". You can't escape the pain of being a human being, you can't escape the pain of old age and weakness, you can't escape the pain of illness, and you can't escape the pain of regret and death.

In addition, there are resentments, love and parting, unbelievable, sad and sad, and it is really difficult to find much pure joy in a fragile and short life.

And she has become a member of the mortal world at this moment, feeling that Mama Song's life is gradually disappearing, and deeply experiencing the pain of love and parting.

If it weren't for Mama Song's care, she would have been forced to "freeze to death" and "starve to death" in the small courtyard. However, whether it is in the world of cultivating immortals or in the mortal world, good people do not necessarily have good rewards. Zixuan felt the last wisp of vitality dissipate, slowly closed her eyes, and sighed silently.

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In the early morning of the second day, when Zixuan "woke up", she felt that something was wrong with Mama Zhou, who had returned from receiving the meal. His face was as white as snow, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he bit his black lips, and his body couldn't stop trembling.

Zixuan hurriedly mobilized a trace of wood spiritual power to inject it into her body, but this time it seemed useless, Mama Zhou walked into the room, still shaking.

"Don't come here, girl, the slave is caught in the cold......" She put the food box in her hand on the table, and did not open it as usual. "The slave and maid go out to boil some medicine, and the girl eats first. ”

Zixuan knew that she had been by Mama Song's side all night, and she was injured by something, and she couldn't close her eyes and sleep all night. Before dawn today, Mama Song returned to the light, left a few words of advice and lost her breath, Mama Zhou dragged her tired and stiff body out to call someone, and sent Mama Song the last part of the road.

Just now, it was obvious that the exertion and typhoid fever were riddled with pain, and he could no longer support it.

Only then did Zixuan think that judging from the longevity of ordinary people, Mama Zhou's age of forty-four was not young. She entered Zhang's Mansion at thirty-five or six, when she lost her second child, and raised Zhangsan girl wholeheartedly, although she was empathetic, she was warm enough.

However, as a slave who is not taken seriously, Mama Zhou's lifespan is at most fifty or sixty, and it is difficult to say whether she can survive this disease today. Although Zixuan can help her recover with her spiritual power, her fate is determined in a few days, and she still can't keep the people who are destined to die, at most she can make it easier for people to go.

She used her spiritual power to turn a bowl of warm porridge and a few plates of cold side dishes on the table, went out of the house and stood under the eaves to poke out her senses, and soon found Mama Zhou's stumbling figure on the way out of the house.

Just as she was about to sacrifice a trace of wood aura and inject it into Mama Zhou's body, she saw her cough up a black blood clot violently, and then she collapsed at the door of the mansion and lost her life. That trace of wood spiritual power was scattered in the air, just like Zixuan's sigh, no one knew about it, and no one cared.

Life is bitter, death is also bitter, Zhang Fu really cares about her Both passed away today, Zixuan felt that there seemed to be no reason to stay.

She has seen the "can't beg" of everyone in Zhangfu, understood the "resentment meeting" and "love parting", and the shock brought by birth, old age, sickness and death, which also touched her a lot. The seven sorrows were all in his heart, Zi Xuan silently glanced at the small courtyard where he had lived for nine years, dispersed the obscuring method, hid his figure, walked towards the sky, and walked towards the big commercial houses of the neighboring countries of Dayue. ()

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