Chapter 800 Escape to Dragon King Temple

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the strong wind and the torrential rain hit the face, causing indescribable pain.

Murong Jie held her in his arms, and let her bury her face in his chest, while his own persistent rein kept running.

The pursuers still caught up. Murong Jie let Zian stay on the horse, and flew out with the scar in his hand. I don't know how long the battle lasted. In short, when Murong Jie flew back to the horse, there were a few more blows. scars.

They continued to flee, and finally, the pursuers gradually moved away, and the sound of horseshoes was no longer heard. Perhaps, the heavy rain blinded the eyes, making the pursuers unable to distinguish the direction.

After all, Murong Jie couldn't support himself, he was on the verge of falling, he tightened the reins to slow down the horse, and he himself couldn't keep up and fell from the horse's back.

Zian fell down with him, but she was on top of Murong Jie.

She quickly got up, patted Murong Jie's face lightly, and said anxiously: "Old Qi, Lao Qi, how are you?"

The world was pitch black, she couldn't see Lao Qi's injury, couldn't hear his answer, she reached out tremblingly to touch his breath.

The breathing is still there, but the pulse is slow and weak.

Zian's heart froze, she wiped her face, she didn't know whether it was tears or rain, she was extremely desperate.

Now the only light is by lightning, but since it rained, there has been no lightning.

She bent down, kissed Murong Jie's cold lips, and tremblingly said: "I won't let you die, you don't want to leave us behind."

She took out the needle pack and began to touch his wound.

She can select acupoints very accurately, and she can select acupoints by feeling without needing light.

There were wounds on the arms, abdomen, and feet. After applying needles to stop the bleeding, she began to tear off her outer clothes to bandage his wounds.

There is no medicine to take, and there is such a heavy rain without any shelter, and he has suffered such a serious injury, he will probably have a high fever tonight.

She took off her coat and tried to hold it up to protect him from the rain, but what's the use of a coat against such a heavy rain?

Moreover, the position where Murong Jie was lying was relatively low, the rainwater flowed down from the mountain, and the water went down slowly, a puddle of rainwater accumulated under his body, and his whole body was just sleeping in the water.

Zian couldn't help shielding him from all wind and rain, just like the fight in the inn just now, he placed her by the window to shield her from all swords.

However, she couldn't do anything.

She sat on the ground, hugged him up with all her strength, let his head rest on her lap, then bent down and hugged him, blocking the raindrops and the strong wind.

In the middle of the night, the rain stopped, but the wind was still strong. Murong Jie was shaking all over, and Zi'an himself was shivering from the cold. Although the sky didn't know the direction, Zi'an knew that he couldn't continue to wait here to die.

Fortunately, Murong Jie regained some consciousness, Zian whispered in his ear: "Lao Qi, I don't have the strength to carry you on the horse, I will support you, and then you can push yourself up, okay?"

Murong Jie responded vaguely. When Zi'an helped him up, he also used his own strength. He tried several times, but he couldn't get on the horse's back. Instead, he fell down several times and suffered more serious injuries.

Murong Jie woke up a lot, he opened his eyes slightly, and said weakly to Zi'an: "Go quickly, Qin Zhou will arrive here around midnight, you hide, and when Qin Zhou arrives, look for Qin Zhou..."

"Let's go together, I won't leave you alone." Zian said resolutely.

"No, you are just a burden with me, let's go." Murong Jie pushed her hand away.

Zi'an's eyes were red, "I can walk away, but you are dead, do you think I can still live?"

Murong Jie managed to stand still. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, he could hear the sobs in her voice. He stretched out his hand, wiped her face, and said softly, "Be obedient, our child is the most important thing. A child may not have a father, but he must have a mother."

Zian felt that the abdominal pain was unbearable now, and it was even more desolate, "I'm afraid this child may not be able to keep it, Lao Qi, we are husband and wife, we advance and retreat together, we go together when we go, and we die together when we die."

I used to watch TV dramas, and when I saw such plots, I always felt it was fake.

However, when you really have someone you love deeply in your heart, and that person happens to love you like this, you will feel that it is not false at all, on the contrary, you will really think and act like this.

When Murong Jie heard that the child might not be able to be kept, he felt uncomfortable for a while. Thinking of the suffering that Zian had suffered, and thinking that the child might fall into the hands of King Nanhuai, he felt hatred in his heart, grabbed the rein with all his strength, turned over and got on the horse's back .

He said hoarsely: "Okay, as you said, we will live together and die together, no, we will never die."

With such tenacity in his heart, he grabbed Zian's wrist with one hand and pulled her up.

The horse started to walk slowly, and because there was no rain but only strong wind, the horse walked much more safely, at least it didn't rush around.

As I walked, I saw a house in front of me with a lantern lit at the door.

"Look, there is a family in front, let's go and spend the night there!" Zi'an pointed to the place where the light was shining in front of him, and said pleasantly.

Because the sky and the earth were pitch black, it was impossible to tell where the light in front was. However, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed that another heavy rain was coming, so it was necessary to find a place to shelter from the rain.

The two rode their horses and walked over, only to find that this place was not a house, but a Dragon King Temple.

On the exterior wall of blue stone bricks, on the vermilion door, there is a soaring golden armored dragon on the left and right. There are two small stone lions at the door, not many, but they are very mighty, especially the two eyes. Under the light of the horse lantern, it seemed to glow red.

Zian slid off the horse first, and then slowly Murong Jie got off. Both of them were injured, and they walked in crippled.

The door was ajar, but Zian pushed it open.

"Is anyone there?" Zian yelled, and the only answer was the whistling wind.

"anyone there?"

The two went in and asked all the way, but they didn't see anyone there.

This Dragon King Temple is not big, and there are eight lanterns hanging on the wall, illuminating the hall brightly.

There is a dragon king statue in the center of the main hall, but this dragon king statue is a bit strange, the general dragon king statues are human portraits, but this dragon king statue is indeed a flying dragon, and the dragon opens its mouth to spew out flames.

When Murong Jie looked at the statue of the Dragon King, he always felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had seen this statue of the Dragon King before.

"No one is here, yet there are so many offerings!" Zi'an pointed at the altar.

Murong Jie took a look, there was chicken, fruit, tea, and buns.

"I'm afraid it's because of the storm, so the fishermen came here to worship the Dragon King, praying for the storm to recede quickly." Murong Jie said.

In the coastal and river areas, people who rely on waterways for food anyway believe in the Dragon King and Mazu. Therefore, when a storm comes, it makes sense to offer tribute and worship.