After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

"Lao Bo, in order to save you, he was wrapped in a bomb. How capable do you think he was to escape death?"

Qiao Yu said stubbornly: "What if the bomb on him is fake? It's just to confuse the other party..."

"But the explosion of the cruise ship is real. Qiao Yu, don't think so much. The most important thing now is to adjust your emotions quickly and protect Lao Bo's sex, and Xiao Xiangsi, she also needs you. You must become stronger as soon as possible. "

Lu Zhilu was tight-lipped and his words were flawless.

Qiao Yu didn't want to believe it, but couldn't find any evidence to prove that Bo Hanshi was still alive.

If you are still alive, why don't you show up?

Could it be that he has lost his memory like Shen Yin? But if she lost her memory, how could she remember that she loved drinking jasmine milk green?

She tried to prove that Bo Han was still alive, but was quickly overturned by her own logic.

Qiao Yu's eyes were gray and lifeless, "Lawyer Lu, can you and Nan Chu help me take care of my child for a day tomorrow?"

"Where are you going? Qiao Yu, don't be confused..."

She twitched the corner of her lips and said helplessly: "Don't worry, I'm not overthinking it. The wish made in Moshan Temple works well, so I just want to ask the Buddha if Bao Hanshi is still alive."

When people are desperate and don't want to give up, they usually place their hopes on illusory gods and Buddhas.

She remembered that when she was six years old, she suddenly had a high fever. Wen Qing took her to the hospital for injections and medicine.

Wen Qing was anxious and distressed. She didn't know where she heard the folk remedy. She put a bowl of water on the ground, dipped a pair of chopsticks in the water, tapped her head, then put the pair of chopsticks upside down in the water and put her mouth in her mouth. If you mutter a wish and the chopsticks stand up in the water, it will be considered a success.

At that time, she looked at Wen Qing with a blank look on her face, not understanding what Wen Qing was doing at all.

But Wen Qing told her confidently: "Yuyu will be fine soon, and she won't feel uncomfortable soon."

She didn't know whether there was really a god above her head or some kind of psychological suggestion, but within a few days, she really stopped having fevers.

Later, when she was chatting with Nan Chu, she accidentally mentioned it. Nan Chu's eyes widened and she said that she was sick when she was a child, and her mother also used this trick, and it worked every time.

If you believe it, there will be nothing.

……

The next day, Moshan Temple.

Qiao Yu knelt in front of the main hall of the Buddhist temple, clasping his hands together and unable to kneel down.

A deep voice sounded from behind——

"Why is the girl kneeling here today?"

Qiao Yu did not look back, but just knelt there and said quietly: "Master, I want to know, is everything in this world can be done with sincerity?"

Xuankong stepped forward and looked at her carefully, a flash of tremor and relief flashed in his eyes, "Does the girl still remember the old monk?"

"Remember, Master Xuankong, long time no see."

The first time she knelt in front of the palace was more than a year ago.

At that time, she was kneeling here with almost no thought of living. Master Xuankong probably saw that she was despairing, so he enlightened her.

When someone is dying, it is a great kindness for someone else to be willing to give you a few words of enlightenment.

Qiao Yu naturally remembered it.

Xuankong sighed: "You are actually still alive. The fate is so wonderful. It seems that the obsession that the donor asked for has really come true."

"Bo Donor? Master is referring to..."

"On that day, you were killed. Donor Bo knelt all the way from the mountain to the front of the temple in the heavy rain. He could not kneel in the wind and rain for a long time to pray for your safety. The prayer book he wrote is still in the Zen room in the backyard. Girl, would you like to see it? "

Qiao Yu nodded heavily.

In the back hall, Xuankong found the prayer book and handed it to Qiao Yu.

"This is Donor Bo's prayer book. I wonder if Donor Qiao noticed the red cloth hanging on the ancient banyan tree at the entrance of the hall before entering the hall?"

Qiao Yu shook his head, "Never."

Xuankong smiled kindly and said, "If Donor Qiao is interested, you can go and have a look."

"it is good."

Qiao Yu took the prayer book and opened it page by page.

Every page is written in Bo Hanshi's handwriting, and every page is filled with her name.

Peace to Joe.

She gently stroked the handwriting with her fingertips, her heart suddenly hurt, and her eyes gradually became wet.

Xuankong said: "That day, Donor Bo was kneeling in the heavy rain. I asked him what he was begging for. He said he wanted one person to be safe. I asked him if he was willing to pay any price? Even if it was to exchange his life for his life? Donor Qiao wanted to know, he What’s the answer?”

Qiao Yu's tears fell on the prayer book, but there was a smile on his face, "I don't need to know how he answered the master at that time, because he has already exchanged his life for his life."

Bo Hanshi exchanged his own life for her safety.

Is this a fulfillment?

Trading life for life is cruel to the person who survives.

Xuankong clasped his hands together and sighed: "Amitabha. The donor has a noble face, maybe he can turn difficulties into good fortune."

"Master, are you comforting me?"

"That day, I comforted Donor Bo like this, but now, Donor Qiao is safe and sound, which proves that comfort is also faith. As long as faith does not die, everything is possible. Donor Bo and Donor Qiao are too obsessed. In my opinion, this Destiny is hard to break. Flowers bloom and fade, and fate arises and disappears, all in just one thought. Donor Qiao, just keep thinking about it."

Qiao Yu found some comfort, and the dull pain in his heart eased slightly, "Master, can I take this prayer book with me?"

"This prayer book was written by Donor Bo for you, so you can naturally take it with you."

Qiao Yu clutched the prayer book and turned around and left the back hall.

……

The ancient banyan tree at the entrance of the main hall is covered with red cloth strips.

On the red cloth strip, everything is written——

Peace to Joe.

This was done by standing on the ladder in the cold weather and hanging it up with my own hands.

Qiao Yu stood under the ancient banyan tree and burst into tears.

……

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After Qiao Yu left, a tall male figure came out from behind the screen.

Xuankong asked in confusion: "Since Donor Bo is safe, why do you avoid Donor Qiao?"

Bao Hanshi narrowed his eyes, covered up the waves in his eyes, and said quietly: "I'm afraid I can't give her the eternity she wants now."

Why would a person with a precarious life let the other person suffer the heart-wrenching pain of separation and death just for the sake of a few days of happiness?

Half a month has passed, and the heart-eating toxicity has begun to take effect.

But Song Huai still had no clue about the development of the antidote.

Bo Hanshi was ready to die, but before he died, he wanted to see her a few more times.

When he arrived at the front of the palace, he stood behind a pillar not far away and looked at Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu climbed up the ladder, hung the red cloth strip in his hand on the branch, and tied it tightly.

After she leaves.

Bo Hanshi walked over and saw that on the red cloth, it was clearly written -

"It's safe when it's cold."

His eyes were deep and hot in an instant.

Mo Mountain is not high and there is no cable car up and down, so you can only climb up on foot.

Not long after Qiao Yu came down the mountain, Bo Hanshi followed him down the mountain.

When Qiao Yu came down the mountain, the sky was already dark.

In late autumn, it gets dark very early in Moshan.

At the bottom of the mountain, there was a black car parked.

Two men in black with guns came down and ran up. Both of them had the "dragon" totem tattooed on their arms.

Qiao Yu had seen this kind of tattoo symbol on the high seas.

Seeing that something was wrong, she quickly jumped down the steps, but she had no skills. When she jumped down, she sprained her ankle and rolled directly into the grass in the forest.