Chapter 359, the Buddha agreed!

The weather is cold, and the cold wind cuts people.

Because his grandfather Song was lonely and didn't like the excitement in the city, he moved to the deer park outside Song's house with a few old servants.

The deer park was empty, and there were no buildings around to protect them from the wind and rain, so their location was cold and swishing, and cold air poured from all directions.

The grandfather and grandson squatted under the eaves of the porch, like two old farmers in the countryside waiting for a fat rabbit that might hit a tree stump at any moment.

Song Tao looked at the plum tree that was showing its branches under the cold moon, and said, "This black light is blind, and I don't know when they will open." If grandpa goes back to sleep in the room first, wouldn't it be a big surprise to get up early tomorrow and see the trees full of flowers? ”

"It's different." The old man said succinctly.

Song Tao smiled and said, "Why is it different?" Don't you just want to enjoy plum blossoms? Plum blossoms like cold, and the flowering period is also long, and they will not be defeated for a while. Didn't you say there would be a heavy snowfall tomorrow? In the ice and snow forest, different peaches and plums are mixed with fragrant dust. Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered. Isn't this charm and artistic conception exactly what grandpa wants? ”

"I want to hear the sound of the blossoms." Song said lonely.

Song Tao chuckled lightly and said, "Grandpa, where is the sound when the flowers bloom?" ”

"Look, you don't understand this, do you? In vain, you are still a good painter, only see its shape, do not hear its sound, how can you break the ten realms of painting? ”

was blamed by his grandfather, Song Tao did not feel unhappy or unacceptable, but had a strong sense of attachment and reluctance in his heart.

He was sure what had happened when he prayed for his grandfather, and he knew exactly what that omen meant.

Even if he had a fluke, or he wished it was just a nightmare.

He didn't want to see that kind of omen, or he would rather not accompany Cui Cheng to the Thousand Buddha Temple to burn incense and worship the Buddha today.

This is the agony of the prophets.

You know the sadness that is coming, so it's hard to enjoy the peace that is in front of you.

"In that case, I'll accompany my grandfather to guard here today. I want to see if this plum blossom really makes a sound when it blooms. Song Tao looked at the delicate skin on his grandfather's neck and said out loud.

Song Lonely is not old at all, and even looks quite young.

He entered the Withered Glory Realm as early as the age of fifty-one, and it took him nineteen years to break through the third order in a row and enter the starry sky from the withered glory lower grade.

The seventy-year-old master of the starry sky is already one of the most powerful beings in the entire West Wind Empire.

And because the Song family is knowledgeable, it is known as the imperial library. The compilation of the imperial classics and the revision of the calendar were all manipulated or directly responsible by the Song family behind the scenes. As a result, Song Lonely has another nickname called 'Eye of the Starry Sky'.

Song Lonely is like a pair of eyes on the starry sky, silently watching the rise and fall of this vast empire, as well as the fierce and feminine power vendettas.

Some people say that there is nothing in this empire that Song Lonely can't solve.

It is also said that there is nothing in this city that Song Lonely does not know.

Lu Xingkong is a generation of heroes, the god of the army. In its heyday, he held a million soldiers of the Zephyr Empire.

It was also under the impetus of this old man that Lu Xingkong's military power was seized again and again, and finally became a fictitious position where only Gao Feng did not care about swordsmen.

It was also under the resistance of this old man that Lu Xingkong had many difficulties in seeking the position of left minister, and was called an impossible thing.

"Walking like a tiger, heart like a fox. Not good for the country. This is Song Lonely's evaluation of Lu Xingkong.

Because of this sentence, almost the second half of Lu Xingkong's life was choked to death in the quagmire, and there was no turmoil.

If it weren't for the Lu family's thousand-year-old savings, because the Lu family has been a general for generations, I am afraid that the current Lu family would have been wiped out because of this sentence, and it would have been swallowed up so that there were no bones and slag.

This powerful old man was dying.

"You can see it if you want, but don't squeak." Song Lonely made a gesture again and said, "Every grass and tree has spirituality. The hen is disturbed when laying eggs, and is afraid that she will retract the eggs. What if the plum blossom hears a human voice when it blooms and takes back the bud that came out? ”

"Grandpa, can this blooming plum blossom be taken back?"

"Absolutely."

"Oh well. I listened to my grandfather, and from now on, I won't say a word. However, if the plum blossom doesn't bloom on its own, you can't blame me. ”

"It's going to be open." Song Lonely glanced up at the sky, and the cold moon didn't know when it would disappear. The sky is like an ink disk, and the black wind is like a wolf howling. "It's going to snow."

"It's going to snow." Song Tao glanced at the darkness in the sky and knew that winter was coming. In the past, Song Tao was never afraid of heaven and earth, and felt that there was nothing in this world that he couldn't solve. But when he saw a large ball of blood gushing out of the Bodhisattva's eye hole, Song Tao began to be afraid.

He was afraid that the old man in front of him would leave, and he was afraid that the beams of the Song family would fall.

The old man stopped talking, and Song Tao stopped talking.

The two of them squatted quietly under the eaves of the porch, staring at the nearest plum blossom with unblinking eyes.

The night was getting darker and the wind was getting stronger.

Then there were strong winds and a sharp drop in temperature.

In the howling cold wind, a white feather swirled in front of me.

Swinging, fluttering.

Song Tao jokingly got up, and wanted to reach out and summon the feather into his hand.

The old man's body suddenly propped up, and his eyes bloomed with a strange brilliance.

Song Tao's outstretched hand was retracted again, and he looked at the scene in front of him with a surprised expression.

On the ordinary plum tree, there are circles of silver luster.

On the top of the dark and craggy branches, two or three small buds popped up, as if countless small black beans had grown on the branches.

Under the gaze of the grandfather and grandson, the little beans bloomed little by little, making an inaudible but crisp and pleasant sound.

It was the sound of flowers blooming, the sound of winter snow.

It is the joy of the heart.

Song Tao's eyes widened and he said, "I heard it, I really heard it――――――"

Song Lonely also had a happy expression, his pale face turned red, and he looked like he had drunk two taels of plum wine.

"Flowers bloom to see the Buddha, have you seen the Buddha?" Song Lonely's eyes stared at the plum blossoms that were still blooming in turn, and asked casually.

Song Tao's expression froze, and then he said with a smile: "Grandpa, I did see the Buddha." I've seen a lot of Buddhas. I recited the Medicine Buddha Mantra in front of the Buddha and asked my Buddha to bless you with peace and joy. ”

Song Lonely smiled and asked, "Did the Buddha agree?" ”

"Promised." Song Tao said with a smile.

"The Buddha agreed, would you still rush back to see me in such a hurry?"

"Grandpa—"