Nearly half an hour later, the middle-aged woman left the ashram where the goddess lived. After going out, he shook his head with a wry smile and let out a long sigh of relief.

It's just a cup of tea, and it's not two people drinking, half-asleep and half-awake chattering, it didn't take so long. But she had to understand the old lady's desire for her grandson and apprentice!

It's been said thousands of times, the same story, and the same words basically have to be nagged every day, and the latest news is added when it's coming.

Alas, old man, even if the Divine Lord and her old man only need to pierce a thin layer of window paper to step into the Baodan Sect, become one of the few top groups in the world, and become the kind of existence above the pinnacle of humanity. But she was still an old man, and there were times when she was lonely. And what do the old people fear the most?

I often go home to see it, and I say the hearts of all the old people and their prayers for their children.

Alas. The middle-aged woman sighed again before she started to leave the old lady's door. He entered three wooden houses one after another. They all stayed for a minute or so, and then left.

Wait for her to leave on her front feet. The back feet walked out of the three wooden houses, and three men who looked young on the outside, but were as calm as middle-aged people who were dozens of years old. One of the three was a yellow-skinned Asian, a white-skinned Westerner, and one was also Western-faced, but with brown skin, shoulder-soaked, and a finger-wide headband on his forehead, which made him feel like a Latino or an Indian.

The three of them stood at their respective doorways, looked at each other, nodded, and then moved up at the same time, their bodies turning into faint shadows and disappearing into the trees.

The old lady sat cross-legged on a futon in the middle of the room. Looking at the tea with a faint white mist steaming over the cup in front of him. The tea face seems to conjure up the image of a young man. Curled eyebrows, delicate face. The nose, the eyes, the corners of the mouth, all that familiar qiē.

The old lady's eyes were full of love, and she said to herself: "My aunt misses you, do you miss my aunt?" But it's not yet time, and the day when my aunt and grandmother see you will be the day when you will uncover your life and avenge your parents. Now you're still young, too young to even be a flying chick. Go hard, child, and your aunt will bless you and bless you from all over the world!"

Gently stroking the turquoise fine porcelain teacup, it is like caressing the top of the head of a childhood teenager. The movements are so light, so soft, so full of warmth and love

Recently, major news media in Beijing have continuously reported one thing. This matter is just curiosity for ordinary people in the capital. After-dinner conversations. But for the vast number of believers in Buddhism, it is a big deal.

"Thailand's Hai Long Temple, known as the Divine Monk, Cha Zhi Ma Ka Ye Master Disciple Visits China Wèn"

"Asceticism, Asceticism is not a legend! Vietnamese ascetics secretly came to China to talk with Master Hui I of Puji Monastery for a day and a night"

And so on, such news once occupied a conspicuous position in the major newspapers in Beijing. Since the news came out, many famous temples and ancient temples in China have set off for Beijing.

Under the ancient locust tree in an ordinary old-fashioned courtyard house in the capital, an old man in white clothes and white hair slowly pulled out his posture, and he was playing tai chi. His eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his lips were open and closed. If you get closer, you can faintly hear the disdain sound coming from the old man's mouth.

"Clown Demon. Dare to blow up the thorn and destroy it!"

Raising the ground, his body shook slightly, and the ancient trees beside him trembled. The foliage rattled.

The same thing is happening in different places, with several different people. The expressions of these people are the same, disdainful!

Phu Quoc Hotel, the white fat man's warehouse data room and private office. He slapped the newspaper in front of a man sitting across the table from him and asked, "What do you think about this?"

The middle-aged man wearing a white shirt and glasses with a grim expression didn't even look at it, threw the newspaper roll aside, and said, "There's nothing to see." You are responsible for the matter. I'm not here, so the sky is falling, and it's not my turn. Fat white, is there anything else? I'm leaving. Very busy!"

The white fat man got up from the chair with a black face, pointed at the middle-aged man angrily, and said: "The surname is Lin, you are a fucking birdman! But now you're back. actually dragged on for 625. Fuck, you're not from the Secret Service? The action team isn't yours? Okay, you don't care, the fat man is annoying. Anyway, when the sky falls, there is a tall man on top, and it is like, hehe, your fucking surname Lin is taller than the fat man. No matter if you pull it down, whoever loves to die will die. Get out of here!"

The temper of middle-aged people is not generally good. Pointed at the nose and scolded. He actually nodded, raised his butt and left. There was no hesitation. The only thing that was rude was that after he left, the door was not closed. The big one is so open.

The white fat man was stunned, then laughed angrily, and then laughed. On the ground, with a smile on his face, he sat back in his chair fiercely, pressing the iron legs under the chair to creak, and almost fell apart. The previous time I was kicked and knocked into the wall, but fortunately it was strong enough and didn't break apart, but this time it was almost, and if the chair guy felt it, he would have cried.

"Hehe, okay, it's really fucking good! Your surname is Lin is very **, isn't it, the fat man can't clean you up, naturally someone can clean you up. ”

As if thinking of something, the white fat man's small eyes were full of schadenfreude, and he smiled in a low voice. Every staff member who passed by his door felt chills all over his body, and his sweat pores were constricted.

"Team Leader Bai, what's wrong?

"I guess it's too much pressure to work these days. It's a little bit of that nerve. Someone pointed to his head.

"Yes, our Secret Service has been going on for a while, and they are all aggrieved, and no matter how fat Team Leader Bai is, he can't bear it!"

"Who's to say it isn't!"

Recruiting land, the white fat man roared. The entire floor shook and trembled three times.

"get over to the fat man, it's a meeting!"

The waiting room of Jingcheng North Station. Today is the day when the monkey is strong and the stone is still flying away from the capital and returning home. Originally, it was decided that the big guys would train in a group, but because of unexpected circumstances, they had to be rescheduled.

Xu Mengfei's eyes were slightly red. Obviously cried. The friends who came to the station were very interested and walked aside, leaving them a little space to be alone.

"Okay, it's not like it's gone. Wait until you go back and explain everything clearly, make arrangements, and come back when the time comes. ”