Yang Mingjian clenched his fists, but he was helpless.

"Director ......," Liang Quan asked.

Director Zhang said: "That's it, whether your son is here or not, what I said doesn't count, I can give you a chance to call." ”

"No, I want you to do it! This thing must be done! There is no room for negotiation! I will end this by not seeing my son before noon. Yang Congchang said.

Director Zhang looked at Haotian, and Haotian made a mockery: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, lay benefactor, Yang Jushi is sincerely repentant, it is better to meet his wish." ”

Director Zhang nodded and said, "Since the Taoist chief has spoken, I will try my best to do it, but you have to promise that during this time, you are not allowed to mess around!"

"Don't worry, I won't mess around, just wait. Yang Congchang said, and he smiled bitterly in his heart, Hu Lai? With this Taoist priest here, can he come here?

Director Zhang took out the walkie-talkie and walked into the distance.

It didn't take long for Director Zhang to come back and sigh: "Yang Congchang, why are you doing this? Your son is seriously ill now and is not suitable for long-distance fatigue. ”

When Yang Congchang heard this, he was silent, according to the agreement, he couldn't say that he would bring his son to treat his illness. Therefore, we can only face it in silence.

Director Zhang said: "The doctor said, your son's time is not long, this may be the last time you will meet, so let's do it for yourself." ”

After speaking, Director Zhang asked Liang Quan and the others to look at Yang Congchang, and he went down the mountain to arrange for personnel to pick up Yang Congchang and his son Yang Zihao.

Seeing this, Haotian turned around and went back to the main hall and continued to clean the statue and Buddha hall, as for the outside affairs, it was no longer his responsibility.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Three hours later, Director Zhang returned, accompanied by a group of armed policemen, one of whom walked behind Director Zhang with a little boy on his back. The little boy looked like a porcelain doll, with big eyes, long eyelashes, a small mouth, and a hat, and it was clear from the side that the baby's hair had been shaved. The boy saw Haotian looking at him, smiled and took off his hat, pointed to his little bald head, and then winked at Fang Zheng.

Haotian was immediately amused by the little boy's behavior, this is really a cute little guy.

Next to the little boy stood a haggard-looking woman, whose eyes were a little red and swollen, apparently crying.

As soon as the woman saw Yang Congchang holding a knife against her neck, she immediately became angry, rushed forward regardless of the dissuasion of others, raised her hand and slapped Yang Congchang! Then she roared with all her might: "You bastard! Just leave, let's come to see you! Divorce when you say divorce! What are you when you are you? What are you when we are? You bastard, everything used to follow you, but this time, the old lady is gone!"

After speaking, the woman raised her hand and took out a wad of papers, stabbed in front of Yang Congchang and tore it in half!

Haotian glanced at it, and there was a divorce agreement written on it!

Yang Congchang was also dumbfounded, not knowing whether he was stunned or shocked by the woman's actions. After a while, Yang Congchang took the woman into his arms, and let the woman scratch, scratch, and scold in his arms, but he didn't let go. It took a long time for the woman to quiet down.

Yang Congchang said in a low and hoarse voice: "Xiaomeng, I'm sorry for you, but I love you......! Let's get a divorce. ”

"You bastard, you dislike me now, what did you say when you chased me? I tell you, I rely on you for the rest of my life!" the woman said in a low but firm voice.

When Yang Congchang heard this, he hugged the woman vigorously and said in a low voice: "Okay, if I am still alive, I will definitely come to you." ”

The woman snorted, and then scolded: "Are you crazy? Let me bring my son to see you at this time? Your son's illness can't stand such a toss!"

Yang Congchang smiled bitterly, "I know, but I can't help it, I just want to meet him." Besides, it's useless to stay in the hospital, isn't it? Perhaps, coming to the mountains to see the blue sky and white clouds, the mood is better, and the condition is better. ”

"You ......" The woman was a little helpless, turned around, hugged her son, and said, "Zihao, your father wants to see you." ”

Zihao immediately stretched out his hands and shouted, "Daddy, hug." ”

Yang Congchang smiled, hugged Yang Zihao, and then said to Director Zhang: "Director, I want to be alone with my son for ten minutes." This temple is so big, I can't run away. ”

Director Zhang frowned......

Yang Zihao shouted: "Uncle policeman, just let me play with my father for a while, Zihao may not be able to accompany my father in the future." ”

Director Zhang opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't bear to refuse, and went out with a wave of his hand. It's just that outside, it was surrounded by him with two steps, one post, three steps and one sentry, and the lower mountain pass was even more blocked.

When the police went out, Yang Congchang looked at Haotian and said, "Master, this is my son Yang Zihao, nicknamed Zihao." Zihao, this is the master of Haotian Dao, the master respected by his father, and the heavenly master. The master is very powerful. ”

Chen Meng also heard Director Zhang say that it was Haotian who persuaded Yang Congchang to turn himself in, and she had a bit complicated feelings about Haotian, both grateful and dissatisfied. is grateful to him for letting Yang Congchang turn himself in, and he is also dissatisfied with this......

However, Yang Zihao smiled at Haotian obediently: "Good master with long hair, you are so powerful, is it because of your hair 2?"

Haotian was stunned, and then said with a smile: "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, yes, because I am a Taoist priest and have long hair, I am powerful." ”

"Giggle...... But Zihao's head is bald, and his hair is gone, which is not bad at all. It's always hurtful to cry ...... mom and dad," Yang Zihao tugged at the corners of his clothes, pouted, and said a little embarrassed.

Haotian looked at the cute little boy and liked this sensible and optimistic little guy more and more. It is not difficult to see from the conversation that the little guy already knows his condition, but he is not sad and sad, but he is very cheerful everywhere, and his every move is trying to make the people next to him laugh.

However, he didn't know that the happier he smiled, the more his heart hurt the people who loved him.

Haotian stepped forward and said, "Yang Jushi, can you let the poor Dao hug him?"

"Dao Chang......" Chen Meng wanted to stop it, but Yang Congchang agreed, although he was reluctant, but Yang Congchang still said: "Zihao, play with Dao Chang, can Dad whisper a few words to your mother?"

"Good. Yang Zihao stretched out his hands, Haotian hugged him, then walked to the side, pointed to the Fusang tree and said: "Zihao, this is the Fusang tree, the Taoist sacred tree planted by legend, according to legend, on the sea in the East, it is already winter at this time, but he sprouted in winter, isn't it interesting?"

However, Yang Zihao didn't understand the problem of the Dongfang Nanfang tree at all, and tilted his head and said, "I don't know......

Haotian was suddenly embarrassed, so he had to say, "Zihao, look." ”

After speaking, Haotian picked up a stone, and then pinched it hard, snapped, and the stone shattered!

Yang Zihao covered his mouth and said in surprise: "Wow, it's amazing!"

Haotian smiled and said, "Do you want Zihao to be as powerful as me?" Facing Zihao, Haotian didn't say anything about poverty, for fear that the little doll wouldn't understand.