Scouting the work of the oblique teaching, civilization did not participate. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info this is a water grinding kung fu. Not to mention the concealment of the slanted sect members, they are ordinary people in their own right, and there is no obvious distinction except for a little fanatical belief in their beliefs.

Unless it is to find the core of their organization, it is useless to catch these fooled people.

And since civilization has come to the new Xiangjiang, what is promised should still be done.

"Mixed Yuan Tianzun, the two laymen are well!"

A Taoist ritual that makes him look a lot more formal.

When they met, neither Mi Liao nor her little assistant came over. It's not that I don't want to, but I can't come. Usually when you want to come to New Xiangjiang, there is a program to go, and going through the procedure means that it takes time, a lot of time.

Unlike civilization, there are channels to go. This is the convenience of the church to expand the right.

And Bob, as long as they visit relatives in the name of visiting relatives, it is also much more convenient for the general Chinese people to go to New Xiangjiang.

Although it is inconceivable that it is not as convenient for locals to go to their own country as it is for foreigners, this is the system and the rules.

If the application is made by Liao Liao Company, it will be much faster, but this is not necessary, because the old man's son is here.

The old woman smiled kindly, and then returned the salute, and as for the middle-aged man in a suit beside her, he only nodded slightly, which was considered to be a greeting.

"Wife, I heard my granddaughter say that Mr. Fengshui's feng shui is very magical, and there are magical powers that ordinary people can't imagine. I can invite my husband over today, and my wife is very grateful. I hope to ask my husband for a favor, but it's been a long-cherished wish for decades. The old woman's lips trembled, and her expression was slightly agitated.

"The layman is serious, and the poor road should not be praised so much. If there is anything that can be helped, Poor Dao will naturally not shirk it. ”

The title of the old woman was not corrected by civilization, and he entered the Dao Gate only for good cultivation. Whether it's called "Mr. or Dao Chief", he doesn't care so much, and still says indifferently.

The old woman organized her language and said what she wanted to ask for civility.

The story is simple, like the beginning of many novels. When the old woman was young, she once fell in love with a childhood sweetheart, but the old woman's parents disliked the man's poverty and were unwilling to marry his daughter.

So the man yelled for thirty years in Hedong, thirty years in Hexi, and the sling silk could also counterattack. He made a promise to the old woman that he would wait for him for three years, and within three years he would return to his homeland dressed in fine clothes, and then come back to marry her. The old woman believed in her, and even if her parents arranged a family affair, she was forced to refuse.

It's a pity that the protagonist of the novel is only the protagonist of the novel after all. Three years is not a short time, but it is difficult to make a counterattack, three years have passed, and the man has not returned to his hometown.

The old woman remained unshaken, thinking that perhaps after a while, her sweetheart would return.

Three years after three years, thirty or forty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the man still hasn't returned, not even a trace of it.

"Sir, the old woman just wants to know if he is still alive, and if he is still alive, can you tell me where he is?" The old woman's eyes were cloudy with tears.

Thinking of broken intestines, resentful and broken intestines, infatuation and wrong payment of thin lovers, wet mirror makeup. Thousands of words, thousands of wines, a few lines of tears, low eyebrows and thin windows.

"Mom, so many years have passed, why are you still thinking about that negative man! If he has a conscience, how can he be willing to let you wait for most of his life! The middle-aged man beside the old woman finally couldn't help but speak, his tone full of hatred.

The suffering of his own mother, when he is a son, he has seen it.

But the old woman didn't say a word, but wept gloomily.

There is a person, far and near is not a distance, every gesture is turbulent, the end of the world is often remembered, and the joy, anger, laughter and scolding make ripples. In a corner of your heart, you will often be affected by this name, sometimes like a raging river, sometimes like a stream, sometimes overflowing your thoughts, sometimes hanging in your dreams. He makes you have beautiful memories and makes you feel sad. Love, love, the answer is in the heart of the old woman.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's heart suddenly softened, and he comforted him in a low voice.

It seems that she is not sick, but heartsick!

If she doesn't find this person, she won't be reconciled.

No wonder the girl knew she was sick, but she didn't worry much, it turned out to be such a disease.

Hurt by emotion, this is not a disease that can be cured by giving a little aura, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the last sentence is hopeless.

"Master, you can help my mother, monks should be compassionate!"

The middle-aged man saw that he was distracted by civilization but did not speak, and he felt sorry for his mother, so he hurriedly spoke up.

But I don't know if he did it unintentionally or intentionally. First called the master, and then called the family, don't you want to be so pitiful!

In this era, the master is not a good name, as for the monk......

I've never been good at it.

Nima! Since I knew that I had been cheated by the monks. The greasy in my heart, do you know the war?

If I'm a little stingy, I won't be able to help. Good thing I'm not stingy.

"Layman, please write your name and that man's name on a piece of paper." Civilization said sideways to the old woman.

Everyone else has already come, and it is impossible to turn around and leave.

Don't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha, besides, he is even willing to give aura. There's no reason to tell a fortune but it's reluctant.

Fortune telling is not a great secret art, and even some feng shui masters have the ability to tell fortunes themselves.

Of course, whether it is accurate or not depends on the individual's use of power.

Sorcery is dead, but man is alive. Unless your book has an auto-update function, it's not easy to figure out.

Similarly, in the hands of civilization, it is difficult to think about it. Unless this thing is some kind of powerful reincarnation, or there is a powerful hand to cover up the heavenly opportunity.

Otherwise, according to what the old woman said, she and her childhood sweetheart are privately agreed for life, that is, there is a marriage. Maybe because of the parents, there is no fate, but if there is marriage, there is cause and effect, and the law of cause and effect or something, civilization still knows something.

"Sir, I'm sorry for you!" The old woman trembled and wrote two names on the paper and handed them to Wenming.

The hardships of finding people over the years have never been clear in a few words.

"Master, although I hate that negative man, my mother has never forgotten him! Over the years, my mother burned incense and worshiped God every day, praying for the man to return safely......" Speaking of this, the middle-aged man was already choked up, not knowing how to continue.

Some things are easy to say, but as long as you experience them yourself, they often make people cry silently. Words can't describe the pain......