C20 Torre's Death

Hearing Steward Wang's words, Brother Meng's heart couldn't help but sink. He anxiously asked, "What exactly happened? Quickly report it to me."

The butler cried and replied, "The King is dying."

"What?" "It's impossible. Abu's disease is almost completely cured, so why would he suddenly stop?" Ku Bi Lie grabbed the butler of the mansion and said excitedly.

Meng Ge replied, "Don't delay any longer. It's more important to return to the house."

After saying that, the group hurried back to Torre's bedroom.

He saw that King Torre's face was ashen, and blood was flowing from his eyes, ears, ears, and mouth. It looked like he was about to die.

Kublai angrily asked Ali, "Weren't you looking after Abu today? What's going on? Explain it to me."

Ali didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to say.

Brother Meng was the boss, after all, and was relatively calm in the face of such a situation. He turned around and said to Xin Youxuan, "Young Xuan, it's better if you come here and diagnose my condition."

In truth, Xin Youxuan also felt that it was very strange. As they walked, she thought to herself, "This Torre Queen Poison has already been cured. Why is it suddenly deteriorating? Could it be that there's something wrong with my treatment?"

He immediately sat in front of King Torre's bed and took his pulse with his forefinger and middle finger.

This diagnosis would give Xin Youxuan a fright.

It turned out that when Xin Youxuan asked King Torre for treatment, the Yin Yang energy was like a wild horse that had been freed of its reins, scurrying all over the place. By this time, the meridians in King Torre's body had been completely severed, and even if he was the next generation, Hua Tuo couldn't do anything about it.

Xin Youxuan sighed and said to everyone, "I don't know who gave King Torre a fright, causing the Yin and Yang energies in his body to go into disorder. No one can save King Torre now. All I can do now is to wake up King Torre for a while, and then make a final farewell to your families. "

After saying that, he activated his godly technique to allow King Torre to preserve his last bit of energy. Then, he saw King Torre slowly open his eyes.

Xin Xiaoyuan got up to leave so he could bid farewell to his family.

More than two hours later, he heard the sound of sobbing coming from inside. Xin Youxuan knew that it must be King Torre's death. As he walked back into the room, it was already filled with the sound of weeping.

Xin Youxuan had not known King Torre and his family for long, but she felt that they treated them sincerely and were worthy of making friends with them. Therefore, he considered them his friends in his heart.

Brother Meng is the eldest son of King Torre. Torre first walked in front of him and said, "My lord, King Torre is an important official of Mongolia. Now that I have left, you are his eldest son.

"The young Xuan anda is right." Brother Meng stood up and said to Xin Youxuan.

After that, Kublai had Kublai go to report on the big sweat, and Ali no brother and Hulagu went to inform the Mongol princes and generals that they had arranged all sorts of ceremonies in the palace to welcome those who came to offer their condolences.

After all these arrangements had been made, and considering that Xin Youxuan was a guest from afar, Torre quickly arranged for him to rest in his own tent.

Xin Youxuan knew that this wasn't the best time to be sad. After finding a place to rest, she wanted to comfort her so that she wouldn't have to leave and talk to her instead.

Without wasting any time with hot tears, he said:

Life must be lived, and death was not a matter of life or death.

Yesterday and last night, they were both people, but today they were in the Ghost Record.

How could he dissipate soul qi? Withered sapling.

My good friend stroked me and cried.

The gains and losses could not be known!

After thousands of years, who would know honor and disgrace?

But he hated it when he was alive.

This is one of the great pastoral poet Tao Yuanming's "Elegy".

After pausing for a moment, he once again recited Tao Yuanming's "Elegy" number two:

In the past, there was no wine to drink, but now it was the same.

The spring mash produced floating ants, when was it better to taste them?

In front of me, my friends are crying for me.

He wanted to be speechless, wanted to see but had no light in his eyes.

In the past, he had slept in the Tang Dynasty, and was staying in the Wasteland Village.

As soon as he went out the door, he returned to Endless Night.

Xin Xiuxuan continued,

The wild grass was boundless, and the white poplar was also Xiao Xiao.

In the middle of September, I was sent to the outskirts.

There was no one living on all sides, and the tombs were filled with people.

Horses cry out to the sky, and the wind is its own depression.

Once the chamber was closed, it would never return again after a thousand years.

A thousand years, yet there was nothing he could do!

They had always given presents to others, and each of them returned them to their own home.

Relatives or other sorrows, others have already sung.

And he died, and his body was with the mountain.

This is Tao Yuanming's "Elegy" # 3

Tao Yuanming in the three "Elegy" composing a magical dead world, not Confucianism, non-Taoism, and not Shi, but a poet's romantic imagination. Even though he had stripped off his Hell's Gods and other accessories, making him look especially desolate, the style of the poet was still as flat as a mirror, like a silent exploration.

Two months before his death, the poet wrote elegiac songs for himself, describing the season, the time of the funeral, the environment, the atmosphere of the graveyard, the burial and parting from the world, the mournful feelings of the mourners who came home after the funeral, and the sadness of the mourners. In the poems, he expressed a kind of attitude of life without fear or fear in the face of death.

Taking advantage of Tao Yuanming's poem, Xin's consolation went without saying, "Death is not a tragedy, it is a separation from the burying of small individuals. From then on, there will be no fear or even grief for small individuals. Death is a kind of shedding of interpersonal relationships, like the withering of leaves, the end of destiny, the end of amity, and the end of courtesy. Death is like going on a solo journey to meet a long night that will never end."

"Coming from nature, coming from nature, this is an inevitable conclusion. "The day is over, and night will inevitably come. All living things in this world will grow and circulate endlessly." Without spending a moment, he also meditated on the Dao.

This is human feelings, no matter how strong the heart, open-minded people, a sudden thing, may cause us to fall into uncontrollable sorrow, but these are not a dead knot, in fact, only the long-hidden heart of the heart of a moment of release, as long as we have a good life in the future, obsession is not the devil heart, can also follow fearless heart, followed the wind, disappeared without a trace.

What remains is the true heart of our hearts, and the quick is also like this, although the pain is still around, but with the person he loves by his side, the pain is only a temporary stay, the happy dawn has already beckoned.