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His fate also changed here because of that woman.

Now, it is desolate and withered.

Although, he later guessed, that person came for the night.

But even so, he was grateful to her and missed her.

"Find someone to fix this place sometime. ”

The tall man said.

"Hmm. ”

The weak man answered.

"And ...... Don't mess around in the court. Although you have a careful mind, you can't compare to the flowery intestines of those old fritters. When we left, Mr. asked the three of us to come back together, but now it's just the two of us, don't be blinded. ”

The tall man squinted at the dilapidated thatched cottage and whispered to persuade.

"Aren't you also in the army?"

The weak man glanced at the tall man and said.

"That's different. I will avenge my six sons. ”

The tall man's gaze suddenly sharpened.

The weak man thought of the prince who sat high in the temple. The man who led the army to battle that time, the man who cut off the arm of Brother Liuzi, is now proud.

I, like you, am also avenging Brother Liuzi. The weak man thought in his heart, but did not say it.

"Let's go. ”

The tall man got up, patted his clothes, and walked forward with his empty sleeves in tow.

The weak man glanced back at the cottage and followed.

Twenty-one years later.

Peony blooms in March in Jinzhou City.

Merchants from the south to the north and tourists who come to watch the flowers have crowded the already prosperous city of Jinzhou.

When some literati were endowed with peonies in Jinzhou to describe this grand scene, they sweated like a stream and raised their sleeves to cover the sun.

This is, of course, an exaggeration.

But the pomp and circumstance of Jinzhou in March can be seen from this.

In the midst of this crowd of people, a monk with an outstanding face walked in.

His eyebrows flew into his sideburns, his eyes were deep and inspiring, his thin lips were pursed, he wore a string of fist-sized Buddhist beads around his neck, he was dressed in a gray monk's robe, and he carried a simple burden on his back.

Although the dress is simple, the whole person is too outstanding in temperament and appearance, so it gives people an otherworldly, elegant and dusty demeanor.

The crowd automatically moved out of the way of a one-person-wide passage for the monks to walk through.

The monk did not shirk humility and walked forward on his own.

Such a pampered and calm demeanor makes people even more admired.

In reality, however, the ascetic Long Night did not pay attention to these details. He just wanted to find a free and clean place earlier, take a rest, and then begin his preaching behavior.

After a long walk, he was already tired.

The crowd looked at him as he walked towards a tree that had already given birth to a dead state.

Long Night walked under the big tree, took out a water bladder from the burden behind his back, and drank a few sips of water. Then put the water bladder away, cross your legs, and start chanting. It's a daily lesson for him.

No matter where he went or where he was, he would insist on reciting the sutra for two hours.

"Master, master, master?"

The long night was concentrating on chanting, and I didn't think about it, but I was interrupted.

It was difficult for him not to pay attention, because the sound was ringing close to his ears, and the man probably thought that the sound was small and soft enough, but because it was close to his ears, it sounded like thunder in the long night.

Long Night opened his eyes and looked at the smiling people beside him.

"Master, my master would like you to come over and talk about it. ”

Long Night didn't answer, closed his eyes again, and continued his daily homework.

The middle-aged man with a smile on his face didn't think it was a pestle, and continued to persuade: "Master, there are people here, and my master has prepared a quiet place for you, the environment is quiet, the scenery is beautiful, and the meditation is excellent. ”

Unmoved for a long night, he clasped his palms together and continued to chant the scriptures.

The middle-aged man spoke for a long time, his mouth was dry, and who knows, the gray-clothed monk did not react at all. He resigned in mockery and went back to report to his master.

"Hey, monk, people invite you to a good place to recite scriptures, why don't you go?"

A little Laizi rode on the wall, threw a stone at the monk, and asked.

The stone shot straight at the back of the monk's head, and if nothing else, it would have hit the monk's head. When the time comes, even if there is no blood splashing, it will be swollen up a boss's bag.

Who knows, just as the stone was about to hit the monk's head, the monk's closed palms parted one palm, and his wrist flipped to the back of his head slightly, and he caught the stone lightly.

After catching the stone, the monk placed it flat on the ground.

From beginning to end, his eyes never moved, his lips never stopped, and his erected palm stood firmly in place, not moving.

This hand, in the eyes of the surrounding crowd of onlookers, is a kind of proof of the monk.

The crowd's admiration for the person in front of them was even higher.

A bold woman threw the freshly picked peony in her hand towards the monk.

The crowd burst into laughter.

But the monk was unmoved, and read his own scriptures.

The monk's appearance is extremely outstanding, coupled with the ascetic and pure temperament, the whole person looks even more handsome and outstanding.

With such a brilliant character, it is not surprising that young girls fall in love with flowers. Therefore, people are tolerant and laugh it off.

The eyes of the crowd were on the young woman who threw flowers and the monk who sat still, all watching how the monk reacted.

When the young woman saw that she had thrown flowers that didn't even open the monk's eyes, she couldn't help but get angry.

I'll smash all the flowers in your face, see if you open your eyes or not!

The young woman made up her mind and threw the flowers in the basket between her arms towards the sitting monk.

Light red, dark red, purple and goose yellow, snow...... The colors that flew over were different, and it was really full of flowers.

But I don't know if it was because the woman's strength was too small, or for some other reason, the flowers flew out, and none of them fell on the monk's face, but only scattered around him.

Seeing this scene, the young woman stomped her foot unwillingly, and continued to stretch out her hand towards the basket, but she felt empty.

The whole basket of flowers was tossed.

At the beginning, the shy little girl also began to throw flowers at the monk.

In this way, the scattered flowers accumulated a thin layer, like a blanket for weaving flowers, and spread out in front of the monks.

"I don't believe it, can't I hit a single flower?"

Someone shouted, and threw the peony straight at the monk.

Obviously, the peony flew straight towards the monk's chest, seeing that the monk could not avoid it, who knows what happened, but the peony suddenly fell a foot in front of the monk and fell into the carpet.

"You young man, your strength is too small, look at me. ”

A man next to him raised his thick arm to the young man who had not thrown it, and then, looking around, picked a flower from the basket of a small daughter-in-law standing not far away, stretched his arm to a limit, and then twisted his waist, lifted his legs, and after seeing the opportunity, he threw the flower towards the monk with a bang.