The bamboo raft was pushed onto the river, floating and floating. Through the red hijab, she could clearly feel the countless pairs of eyes on the river bank looking at her coldly in the darkness.

The crow of cocks in the village gradually faded away.

Listening to the familiar sound of water flowing in her ears, she felt that the river was such a dangerous existence for the second time. The last time she felt this cold and trembling feeling was when she learned about the death of her parents.

The cold water gradually seeped up from under the bamboo raft and wet her embroidered shoes.

She trembled, and suddenly thought in a daze, the young monk in the mountain temple should have got up and knocked on the wooden fish at this time.

The bamboo raft sank quickly. She knew how to swim, but her whole body was tightly bound by ropes. She could only struggle in vain and accept the river water pouring into her mouth and nose, all the way into her body.

She didn't know where the red hijab floated. She looked up at the hazy water and felt a strong hatred running from her spine to the top of her head, ready to burst through the water.

I am only sixteen years old! I am only sixteen years old! Why should I die in this river?!

There is no river god in the world! Not at all! If there is a river god and a devout believer like me, why doesn’t she appear to save me?!

Consciousness began to form, and she felt that her whole body was cold. From her skin to her heart, from the outside to the inside, she was about to be frozen to pieces by the damn river water.

Is it an illusion? Why does she seem to see someone?

Is it...a little monk?!

She was rescued and brought ashore. She lay on the ground coughing for a long time and still felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Am I dreaming...Little Master, why do you appear here?" Her eyes widened.

The young monk told her, "When the young monk heard about the river god marrying a wife at the foot of the mountain, he couldn't bear it, so he specially waited here for rescue."

Many of the monks in Wangshui Temple were from Changliu Village. Although they became monks, they still had constant contact with Yamashita. It was not surprising that they knew about Yamashita's affairs.

Perhaps everyone knew that the River God was getting married, but she, the bride, knew nothing about it. She worked hard and lived an ordinary life under the eyes of countless pairs of sad eyes, and was kept hidden from everyone until the "wedding date".

"this day.

It was Xiwei at this moment, and the first ray of light between heaven and earth leaped from the distant mountains, making the monk's bald gourd shine. She couldn't help but laugh, "Thank you, little master, for saving my life."

"The female benefactor was pure and kind, and she should not have died like this. The monk was compassionate, and the young monk just did what he should do." The young monk said calmly.

"Worshiping Buddha will indeed bring you good rewards!" She clasped her hands together, "This is about forming good relationships and getting good results! Thank you Buddha for saving my life, and thank you little master for saving me!"

The young monk seemed to have a smile on his lips, but she didn't see it clearly. She only heard him say: "Female donor, you can no longer stay in Changliu Village. There is some money here. Take it with you and go to make a living elsewhere."

"

He took out a money bag from his arms.

She was surprised, "Little Master, where did you get this money?"

"I borrowed it from my senior brother." The young monk smiled slightly, "It's not much. The young monk helped him work for a few more days, so he returned it. The female donor can just take it."

"Thank you." She did not refuse. She took the money bag, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Little Master, I will pay you back the money."

"There is no need to pay it back, and don't take the risk of coming back again. Taking care of yourself and cherishing your life is the best reward."

She just lowered her head, not daring to look at his expression, and whispered: "Then can we... meet again?"

"When fate comes, we will meet each other."

That means I can’t see it…

She felt empty in her heart, and suddenly she didn't have the strength to lift her head up.

At this moment, the sound of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from the distance.

She looked up in panic, only to see several monks leading a large group of villagers looking for them, "They are..."

The little monk's expression suddenly changed. He seemed to understand something. He grabbed her arm and asked her urgently, "Do you still have the strength?"

"I, I still have..." She nodded in panic.

Then she saw the little monk smiling at her and encouraging her in a gentle voice: "I know you are very good at water. Listen, don't show your head when you dive into the water. Swim forward as hard as you can. Don't stop for a moment, let alone look back. You know

?"

She nodded dully.

"Don't come back again. If we are destined to meet, we will always meet." He left his last words and pulled her to the river and pushed her into the river.

She tightened her grip on the money bag, spread her arms helplessly, and swam forward, swimming hard, without stopping for a moment, not daring to look back. Only when her arms were so weak that she had no strength at all, did she dare to swim in a remote and uninhabited place.

Ashore.

…

Hearing this, Zhou Xiaodu, who was sitting on the futon, said: "He asked you not to come back, but you didn't listen."

Yu Yu looked at the white-clothed statue and sighed, "How can I safely leave him here alone?"

Zhou Xiaodu flicked the blade and said coldly: "But it's useless for you to come back, you can't do anything."

The woman's eyes suddenly filled with despair, "Yes, I can't do anything... I made a mess on myself, covered myself with mud and grass blades, and ran back to the village like a thief, but in the end I could only

Lying down in the grass, he watched helplessly as they put him on a shelf and burned him alive... It was the villagers of Changliu Village and the monks from the Wanshui Temple, who were standing around and watching."

"Ah, that's so cruel." Zhou Xiaodu responded perfunctorily.

However, Yu Yu was immersed in his own memories and didn't care about Zhou Xiaodu's attitude. He just whispered: "He saw me... He shook his head at me. I didn't go out, not because I listened to him, but because

I'm afraid of death...

"I saw him in such pain in the fire, and I was scared... I just lay down in the grass and watched him being burned to death without daring to say a word..."

Zhou Xiaodu consoled him: "You are right, it is better to die alone than to die both. He must have thought so too."

Yu Yu smiled at her, a very bitter smile, "The fire burned for a long time, and finally, he was thrown into the river. The village chief said that this was an apology to the river god.

"I waited for those people to leave, then jumped into the river. After searching for a long time, it was already dark, and I finally found him... I brought him ashore and hid him in a forest. I didn't dare to light a fire because it was so cold.

Shivering, there are still sounds of wild beasts in the distance, I am particularly scared...

"But by the moonlight, I saw him sitting opposite me, and suddenly I felt that I wasn't particularly scared anymore... I talked to him a lot, many things I didn't dare to say before, and I even sang to him all night

Song..."
Chapter completed!