Although the prodigal son of the end of the world scolded and scolded, but as he himself said.

I smelled a thick smell of stinky fart, but I had to surrender to it.

How sad it is.

For the great god in front of him, he really has no way at all. He is also a prodigal son at the end of the world, young and promising.

But how about this great god?

This great god is already invincible in the world in his twenties, and the most important thing is that the soul of the great god is special, and its hidden power can even be comparable to that of the four great generals of the Yin Division.

If you fly your soul out and use it with all your might, you might be able to destroy this world.

The position of the emperor, the overlord of the rivers and lakes, as long as there are things in this world, the great gods are at their fingertips.

What's the way? What's the way?

It's supposed to be a big stinking fart.

After scolding for a while, the prodigal son of the end of the world stopped scolding, and he couldn't scold without moving, drawing a circle and cursing and cursing immortality. It's useless to be angry, it's your own body when you're angry.

"Master, master, I'm here. At that moment, a wolf-like howl rang out. Immediately afterwards, Yang Guang, Marquis of Luling, broke in.

Many people from the other courtyard also followed.

Yang Guang is still the same, rouge is dressed, his clothes are splendid, his crown is purple and gold, and his head is very thick. The men who chased him, panting.

"Master. Yang Guang came to the tree and bowed deeply to Zhang Ning.

"Childe, we really can't stop it. The people who came after him saluted Zhang Ning one after another, and one of the beautiful maids said.

"Let's go down. Zhang Ning didn't blame, and waved his hand.

"Yes. The men answered and left.

"It's him. The prodigal son of Tianya glanced at Yang Guang deeply, and then said with a smile: "Brother Yunjian, this prince of the clan, why did you worship you as a master." ”

"This apprentice is self-confessed, but I didn't say to accept it. Zhang Ning said.

Since that day, Yang Guang has come to the other courtyard almost every day to pay a visit, and he is very respectful, as if it is a dog skin plaster, which really gives Zhang Ning a headache.

"It turned out to be the prodigal son of Tianya, you are not in the Qinglou, why did you come to my master?" Yang Guang also recognized the prodigal son of Tianya, holding his belt and holding his head high.

"I knew Brother Yunjian before you. The prodigal son of Tianya shook the white paper fan and said, and then asked: "It's you, why did you get entangled with Brother Yunjian if you didn't go to the Qinglou." ”

Yang Guang was also straightforward, and said: "That day, Yan Ziyun's flower boat came to the outside of Hangzhou, and he wanted to go in to pick up girls, but he was stopped outside the flower boat by Wu Fengcai's wife, and his neck was opened. I was really angry, so I came to worship the master, and when I learned the master's peerless martial arts, I wanted Wu Feng's body to be in a different place. ”

"Your boss is not small, how can you learn peerless martial arts?" said the prodigal son sarcastically.

The little sister of the Li family once said that Yang Guang's grandsons have all hugged their sons. looks like a young man, but he is already quite old, but he just has the skill to stay beautiful.

Yang Guang seemed to be a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and immediately jumped up, crossed his hands on his waist and said: "Those who have aspirations are not old, I have taken so many pills, and I have a realm cultivation, Shouyuan has at least thirty or fifty years, how can I not learn the master's peerless martial arts." ”

"Hey. The prodigal son sneered.

"Master, you just recognize me. Yang Guang no longer birded the prodigal son of the world, and knelt down with a pop, like an abandoned kitten, begging bitterly.

"If you like to stay here, I'll go. Zhang Ning said, the white shadow flashed, a few ups and downs, and the person disappeared into the sky.

Yang Guang's face was dull.

"Hahaha. The prodigal son laughed.

"Laugh, laugh, laugh at you. Yang Guang glared at the prodigal son viciously.

"Brother Yunjian will never take you back as an apprentice, I think you still have this heart. The prodigal son of the end of the world said with a smile.

"No, I believe that sincerity is the opening of gold and stone. As long as Lone comes to greet me every day, sooner or later the master will agree to teach me peerless martial arts. ”

Yang Guang said with a firm face.

"Whatever you want. The prodigal son shrugged.

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Outside Hangzhou, there are many places of interest, thousand-year-old temples, and solemn Taoist palaces. There are many buildings built around Bailong Lake.

Bailong Lake is very large, and the scenery is good, and there are quite rich and noble people who enjoy the scenery by boat.

It is rumored that the reason why Bailong Lake is called Bailong Lake is because there was a white dragon in the lake countless years ago, spreading clouds and rain, riding the wind and waves, and flooding Hangzhou.

The people were killed and injured countless times, and later there were high monks and great virtues to suppress the white dragon, which solved this difficulty.

At present, around Bailong Lake, there are many inscriptions to record this incident.

However, Zhang Ning and Liu Xiuxiu have gone to play with many places of interest around Bailong Lake outside Hangzhou, so after leaving the city and arriving at Bailong Lake, Zhang Ning chose to walk on the remote roads that he had not walked, and he should be relaxed.

Ancient roads in the forest, shaded by big trees.

Zhang Ning walked casually on a road paved with bluestone slabs, breathing in the fresh breath emanating from the trees, and his face showed a look of enjoyment.

Get away from the hustle and bustle and seclusion in the mountains and forests.

Inhale the wind and drink the dew, ride the clouds, fly the dragon, and swim beyond the four seas.

Joyfully.

Zhang Ning walked along the bluestone path, took a leisurely walk, and unconsciously came to the gate of a dilapidated temple.

This broken temple is only two or three acres in size, simple and old, the yellow paint outside the wall has peeled off eighty, and the gate is broken with a big hole.

There is a plaque hanging on the gate.

"Jinshan Temple. ”

Zhang Ning looked at this temple with some surprise, the temples he walked through during this time were not twenty but fifteen, no matter how big or small the temple, it was all full of incense.

The temple is solemn, and the monk has a fat head and big ears.

Such a broken temple is rare.

"Donor, do you want to make incense?" Suddenly, a little monk walked out, this little monk was skinny, wearing a tattered monk's robe, and he looked weak, but after seeing Zhang Ning, his eyes lit up, and he came up to greet him at a speed like taking off a rabbit.

Zhang Ning caught the light of wealth in the eyes of the little monk in an instant.

Zhang Ning is destined for the Buddha after all, and he is also destined to come to this temple. He took out a golden bean from his arms and gave it to the little monk, nodded with a smile and said, "Enter the best incense." ”

"Okay. The little monk couldn't believe his eyes when he looked at the gold in his hand, pinched his thigh by the way, and then hurriedly stuffed the gold into his arms and greeted him warmly.

He first invited Zhang Ning into the Daxiong Treasure Hall, and then took out a large and long incense stick and inserted it into the incense burner in front of the golden statue of the Buddha. It is said that it is a golden statue, but in fact, the gold paint is almost peeling off, revealing the rotten wood inside.

Zhang Ning stood in front of the Buddha statue and watched, but the little monk was a little puzzled.

"Donor, don't you worship the Buddha?" asked the little monk with his hands folded.

"The Buddha is in my heart, why do I bow down to the wooden statue?" Zhang Ning said with a smile. Zhang Ning has entered many temples and Taoist palaces during these days, but he has never worshiped gods and Buddhas.

In other words, Zhang Ning has never knelt except for his grandfather and other elders.

The little monk was confused, but he didn't say anything more. Heaven and earth eat the biggest, Amitabha, if it weren't for this benefactor's generosity, the little monk I would really starve to death.