Yan Zhongran gasped, sat next to Brother Qianxiang, concentrated for a moment, and instructed Delu:

"My brother is old and frail, fainting to death, can you quickly simmer some ginseng soup?"

"Okay, sir!" When Yan Delu heard that the person was still alive, he was as happy as a three-year-old child, and he ran to the sedan chair happily: take a hundred years old ginseng and save people...

The palanquin man lit the candlestick, held Qianxiang's cold left hand, raised his eyes and looked around, and saw that the three Bodhisattvas were solemn and still radiant; The hall is spotless, and the furnishings are the same as they were back then!

"It takes a lot of thought and energy to stay like this, man—you're working so hard! You must wake up and swim with your foolish brother in the great landscape of Tongxi..."Zhong Ran muttered to himself, caressing the palm of the old man Qianxiang.

It's strange to say, it didn't take long, and the old man's fingers were slightly bent?

"Live chatter, live chatter-" A palanquin man exclaimed!

"Shhhh Go and see the ginseng soup, okay? Zhongran reminded in a low voice.

"Come, come—" Delu hurried forward, steaming porcelain bowl in his hand.

"I'll feed you—" Zhong Ran said, thinking about it—but not being able to do it?

"Master, I'm hitting the ground, I'm here to serve! Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless—" Delu prayed as he knelt on the old man's shoulder.

A sedan chair man half hugged Qianxiang and helped Delu feed the ginseng soup; A palanquin man stands up a wealthy owner.

While he was feeding, footsteps sounded outside the door, and a middle-aged man shouted:

"Grandpa, grandpa, come and visit, - there is a sedan chair parked at the door! - Why are you early? ”

The footsteps gradually moved from afar, suddenly speeding up, and the man's voice rang out angrily—

"What are you guys doing? What are you doing with my grandfather—grandpa, grandpa—"

"Small-Zhan—" The old man's lips deviated from the mouth of the bowl, and he said slowly: his eyebrows moved slightly? Seems to have woken up?!

"Your name is 'Chen Shunzhan', the grandson of Brother Qianxiang? -I hugged you, you were only 'old' at that time—" Zhongran looked at the strong man in front of him, and the shadow of his brother's second son was rare?

"The old man is—is it a 'Jinlongshan man'?? I was in my grandfather's bedroom and saw a portrait of my uncle. My grandfather - what kind of brute? His body—the old man is almost dripping..."Chen Shunzhan looked at it and said: he knelt next to his grandfather - grabbed the old man's left hand.

"Mountain people-mountain people—I-I finally waited-you, you came to chat-" Qianxiang's weakened voice, like a mosquito and fly, intermittently continued:

"Xiao-Zhan--you and me-fate, I will give him-him-to-'mountain man'..."

Zhongran and Shunzhan felt - the old man's palm tightened, and then it was soft-

After all, Chen Qianxiang failed to open his good eyes, glanced at the people of Jinlongshan who had missed him for more than 10,000 days, and said that he would end his life - he was dead:

The Golden Dragon Temple faintly resounded with the sound of fairy music......

Precisely:

There is a chance acquaintance with thousands of miles, and they have good roots and cherish each other;

A promise to keep ten thousand days, but the long-cherished wish is to be happy.