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"Uncle, for my father's sake, I beg you to spare the child's life. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info The child is confused and has done something wrong, and I will definitely discipline him well in the future. Song Xueliang's father didn't take Liu Anran's words to heart at all, glared at him and then looked at the old man and pleaded bitterly.

"I told you that the country has a law, and how to punish it is the matter of the judge. The love between our two families is over, you better hurry up and leave, I look upset. The old man waved his hand and said.

Song Xueliang's father stood up with his wife, bowed to the old man, and then glared at Liu Anran before leaving.

"You sit down, although there is the monk's wound medicine, after all, it is a red wound." The old man glanced at Liu Anran and spoke.

"Thank you, old man." Liu Anran nodded and thanked him.

He really couldn't bear it, he lost too much blood that day, and although he lost some blood and his life was worry-free, he also hurt his vitality. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been in a wheelchair all the way, and he just walked in alone and talked for a while, and he was so weak.

But when he sat down, he felt very tormented. No one in the room spoke, but he could feel that many people were staring at him. He is usually eloquent, but he doesn't know what to say on this occasion.

"Well, boy, I don't even know what to do with you. Yu Fu is the meat of my heart, but because you are unconscious now. After a long time, the old man sighed and said.

"Old man, as long as Yu Fu can wake up, I can bear whatever the price pays. I've asked my people to contact experts in the U.S. and I'll invite them to China. Liu Anran raised his head and said.

"The experts on their side are good? Will it be better than my health care practitioner? The old man glared at Liu Anran and said.

"No, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I will try." Liu Anran hurriedly shook his head and said.

The old man's aura was too strong, and this stare seemed to be pressed by a momentum like a mountain, making it a little difficult for him to breathe.

"Let's take a look at your monk friend first, he should have some Taoism." The old man nodded and said.

"The donor looks down on the monk, I don't know if I can make it convenient for the monk to let the monk bathe and change clothes." At this time, the monk Mingjian who came out of the room spoke.

The old man nodded, since he chose to believe it, he would follow the requirements of the monk Mingjian, and this was not a difficult thing.

As we waited, the room fell silent again. Just when Liu Anran's concept of time was a little vague, there was a sound of "tuk" from outside. The sound was faint, but everyone could hear it very clearly. Liu Anran noticed that the old man's brows furrowed slightly.

I don't know why, Liu Anran felt very comfortable when he heard the sound of the wooden fish tapping that gradually sounded. He was wondering if he really had a relationship with the Buddha as the monk Mingjian often said.

The sound of the wooden fish sounded regularly, and then came the muffled chanting sound of Mingjian. At the beginning, Liu Anran hadn't heard it clearly, and it sounded a little intermittent to him. But after listening to it for a while, beads of sweat broke out in his head again, and his breathing became a little short.

When he first listened, he only had a familiar feeling, and when he thought that he didn't understand the scriptures, the chanting sound should be the same. But now that he had heard it clearly, he saw that the scriptures he had recited were the same as those he had heard when he returned to Kowloon Mountain before he was reborn.

It's just that that the monks on Jiulong Mountain were chanting the scriptures, and they saw that their fingers were together, and this time they were reciting in person before Ming.

He never believed that there were unreasonable coincidences in the world, and that all coincidences were intrinsically and inevitably related. Why did you choose this paragraph? Did he want to rewind time again, back to before it happened?

After this thought popped up in his heart, Liu Anran was even more afraid. If such anti-heaven measures happen from time to time, then what kind of world will you live in?

"Little friend, wake up. The monk's homework has been completed, and whether the female benefactor can wake up depends on her own blessings. Just when Liu Anran was full of entanglement, he heard the sound of Mingjian harmony.

Liu Anran looked up, and he didn't know when he saw that the monk was already standing in front of him with a wooden fish in his hand, but he was even more scared in his heart.

It's almost July, and it's already dark at night. It was not yet five o'clock in the evening when they came, but now the room was brightly lit and the outside was dark, and hours had passed since they had just thought for themselves.

He cautiously looked around the room, it was still those people, but there was one more ***** which was somewhat similar to Fang Yufu's face.

"Seeing the monk, no matter whether the child can wake up or not, the old man owes you a favor." The old man stood up and walked over to Akimi and said.

"The donor is polite, and if it is convenient for others, it is convenient for yourself." Akimi said with a smile.

Liu Anran walked out with everyone in a daze, feeling the coolness of the evening breeze, and couldn't help but shiver. He didn't know what had happened during this time, but the old man's attitude towards Ming Jian had obviously changed a lot.

"I'll find you a place to live outside, there aren't enough rooms here." Liu Yi said to Liu Anran.

Liu Anran nodded indifferently, now his mind is still very messy, full of all kinds of bizarre and strange ideas.

"Great monk, tell me, who are you?" After coming to the hotel, Liu Anran came to Mingjian's room and asked.

"What else can I be, I am the little novice in front of the Buddha's throne." Monk Mingjian said with a smile.

"And what scripture are you reciting today?" Liu Anran stared at Monk Mingjian and continued to ask.

Hearing Liu Anran's question, an embarrassed look appeared on Mingjian's face: "This, in fact, I don't know what this scripture is." It was all taught to me by my master when I was a child, and I will write like this, and I don't know what the Zen meaning of this scripture is. ”

Liu Anran didn't let go of the monk Mingjian, and still stared at him.

"Hey, that's all I'm going to do. When I was a child, I memorized a lot, but I just wrote it down and forgot it all, only this one I remember clearly. Mingjian monk said helplessly again.

Seeing that what the monk said was not fake, Liu Anran opened his mouth and asked again: "So what happened today?" Why do I feel like time has passed in an instant? ”

"Xiaoyou has a relationship with my Buddha, and when he heard the sound of the scriptures, he began to meditate. You ask the monk what happened, and who does the monk ask? Akimi shrugged his shoulders and said.

Liu Anran, who didn't get a definite answer, was a little disappointed and a little happy, and he didn't know what he was disappointed about and what he was happy about. (To be continued.) )