Two pillars of light, approaching the sky. At sunset, the pillar of light could be seen in all parts of the Jingshi. At the end of Chang'an Street, the blind old man squinted his eyes and muttered, "Do you mean to leave?" After that, he disappeared into the small Taoist temple.

The tomb keeper in the Ming Tombs finally completed all the worship ceremonies of the Twelve Tombs, and shook lightly in a black shirt. The old man didn't have any expression, just muttered: "It should have been in summer, but it was in spring, and the dragon qi faded. His steps were light, and he walked out of the Changling Mausoleum, all the way along the Shinto, and this day was the first time he walked out of the Imperial Mausoleum in a hundred years. The tomb keeper no longer guards the tomb, if the country is gone, what is the use of the ancestral tomb?

Cao Huachun, who was still in the Heart Cultivation Hall just now, treated Zhu Youzhen's injuries and detoxified, suddenly raised his eyebrows, as if he sensed something. The withered hand left the dragon vein and said: "Niangniang, the residual poison in Your Majesty's body is attacking the heart, the old slave must go to get a medicine lead, please wait with peace of mind." ”

"Cao Chitose, go and go back quickly. Holy here, the palace will only take care of. Zhou, who had been holding the third prince, hurriedly instructed the palace maid to rub the medicine for Zhu You.

Cao Huachun said: "The residual poison in the body of the saint is very heavy, remember not to bandage, just apply the plaster of the imperial doctor." Mother, the old slave went. The big red robe walked out of the palace quickly, hidden under the red wall, and disappeared. At the top of the Forbidden City, the five generals in the black armor were just about to set off to follow, when they heard Cao Huachun's faint voice and said: "People are going to die, and they can't make much movement, so our family can go alone." The black armor closest to Cao Huachun said: "Then big brother be careful." ”

The monk does not speak into the congenital upper realm, and there are few people who know it, and at the end of the summer, the book enters the congenital upper realm, and even fewer people know it. Both of them are in their twilight years, and their residual strength is far less powerful than that of Bu Operator, and their bodies have long been decayed. However, the internal force was unbridled, and in the end, it finally reached a critical point and bloomed with extremely brilliant brilliance.

Two rays of light collided in the air, and the two sat under the banyan tree. At the end of the summer, Shu raised his head and said, "Do you believe in Buddhism?" "The question seems ridiculous. Ask a monk if he believes in Buddhism, and if he doesn't believe in Buddhism, what is the use of taking refuge in Buddhism? But the end of summer book asked seriously.

The monk clasped his hands together and murmured, "Faith." The Buddha is in the heart of the poor monk. ”

"Haha. At the end of the day, you still believe in yourself. The wrinkles on the book's face at the end of the summer relaxed, "I once asked Shang Kuchang, did he believe?" He also said that the letter was in his heart. He looked up at the sky, and two rays of light shone brightly. He closed his eyes, and the monk closed his eyes without saying a word.

"See?" The monk's voice became weak.

"I saw it, it's the ending I want to see, it's good, it's good." The end of summer book smiled.

The monk's face turned yellow, "Really?" The poor monk thought the same thing. The two pillars of light soared into the sky, and finally annihilated and dispersed. Wait until Yang Fan and Nanbei open their eyes again. There are only two ashes left under the banyan tree.

A generation of grandmasters, that's all. Reduced to ashes. Nanbei squatted down and muttered, "Master is gone." He looked at the pile of ashes closer to his feet with a sad face, and when the wind blew, the ashes on it fluttered away. Nanbei stood up and hurried to the door of the crucible, banging on the door. "Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang, give the crucible to the north and south."

It is estimated that the situation outside is seen through the crack in the door, and the door panel is not removed when the north and south knock. But he opened half of the window and stretched out one hand, "Take it." I won't be paid for sweeping the floor this month. ”

"Hmm, hmm." The little monk was enthusiastic on weekdays, seeing that Uncle Zhang's leg was not good, so he swept the façade clean, and the old Zhang Tou later felt embarrassed, so he promised the little monk to give him ten cents a month, as a "salary", the little monk didn't know how much ten cents was, but when he heard that there were three bean paste bags to buy, he gladly accepted, anyway, he had nothing to do all day, so he swept the façade clean for Lao Zhangtou every day.

He grabbed two casseroles and hurried back. He returned the two pieces to the crucible and muttered, "The master still has the body relics, and the master has nothing." Yang Fan narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Dead, and then what?" ”

In the alley, the blind old Taoist priest turned and left, leaving only a Taoist talisman and falling to the ground. After just one glance, he no longer stepped forward, but turned around, preparing to enter the palace. He is the supervisor of Qintian, and when he enters the palace at this time, he has something important. Also in the dark alley, there was another sigh, at their age, there was no need to say anything to sigh and sigh, death was only a matter of time. Man's life is like this, born and then walking on the road to death. In the twilight of life, the departure of people of the same generation only added a trace of self-pity to these old people.

Cao Huachun's figure appeared on the edge of the big banyan tree, glanced at the little monk under the banyan tree, and said, "Master Hou, I'm so interested." ”

"Grandpa Cao is also very idle."

Cao Huachun didn't smile, "The old slave just came up to get a medicine for the saint, but now that I look at it, it seems that in addition to taking the medicine, I seem to understand something." ”

"Dare to ask what happened to the Holy One?"

Cao Huachun shook his head and said, "It's hard to save, but the saint needs to wake up." What does it mean, Master Hou should understand. "That's right, if Zhu Youzhen dies like this, it will be difficult for this Daming, who should ascend the throne, who will listen to this court, none of these are accurate, and they will definitely be chaotic, and now that the prince is in captivity, which prince will be the prince, there is no explanation, naturally not.

Cao Huachun stared at the crucible in Xiao Nanbei's hand and said, "Little master, when you just held the ashes, did you see a small bead?" ”

Nanbei didn't speak, his big eyes flashed, and he handed the cauldron and put it in front of Cao Huachun. Cao Huachun was silent, if he really sensed the relics, he would have taken them back, but after the golden light, there was no trace of the relics at all, it stands to reason that the relics left by the monks are difficult to incinerate, but after the old monk and the end of the summer book were all gone, he rushed over at the first time, and he didn't even see the shadow of the relics, so he didn't make a rash move.

"Since I didn't see it, our family won't be embarrassed by the little master. The deceased is the greatest, so we won't look at it. Cao Huachun's big red robe is particularly eye-catching in the sunset, and the bullfighting is also extraordinarily arrogant. Xiao Nanbei withdrew the cauldron and stood under the banyan tree, waiting for Cao Huachun's choice.

Then the old slave took his leave. If the saint doesn't wake up, Yang Hou, you can do it yourself, no one dares to touch you now, it doesn't mean that no one will dare to touch you in the future. Don't forget, you brought the jade seal. (To be continued.) )