Since entering the Laoshan Mansion, the people's hearts are longing, the breath is rolling, and it has never stopped for a day. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info thousands of people, gathered together, moisturizing the words on the page at all times, such a feeling, wonderful.

Inexplicably, Chen Sanlang actually felt that there was some connection between him and Laoshan Mansion, but it was still hazy, looming, and not very clear.

One man, one city.

What happened in the city was felt through the fluctuation of the breath, and the battle between the clear space and the free rich road, the mana was revealed, and the breath was completely different, so it was captured by Chen Sanlang.

This is the subtlety of "Haoran Silk Book".

In the cultivation of the sect, the technique of hopeful qi, what Chen Sanlang has now is somewhat common, but the difference is also very large, and it cannot be classified as one.

For example, if you leave Laoshan Mansion and go to another town, it will be useless. There is no other reason, it is all because of other places, those people may not even know who Chen Sanlang is, and without the foundation of people's hearts, it is naturally invalid.

The clear space actually came to Laoshan Mountain, and it was really persistent, and the ghost did not disperse.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Chen Sanlang's mouth.

After eating, he went back to his study and sat down, and began to do his homework, reading a book and writing a word. My mind gradually calmed down, and I didn't care about anything else.

At night, the lights are lit, and there is a night market in Fucheng, which is lively, bustling, and endless. In the southwest of the city, in a remote corner, there is the ruins of a temple.

Laoshan Mansion has been in ruins due to the war, but these places have been slowly rebuilt, but there are also many borderless lands that have been ignored for the time being due to their remote location.

This temple is one of them.

Looking at its ruins, it can be seen that the scale of this temple was not small, and the incense must have flourished, but now it has become a large pile of rubble and broken bricks, and the broken walls are still tenaciously erected there. I can't even find some scrap copper and rotten iron.

Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and there is a clear moonlight shining down, and I saw an old monk standing there quietly on the edge of the temple ruins, clothed in moonlight, with a bit of Zen in it.

"Anitabha!"

For a long time, he recited the Buddha's name, his face was joyless and fearless, and suddenly he stepped into the ruins, turned left and right, and seemed to be looking for something.

The cat jumped, agile and agile as it weaved through the ruins. About a quarter of an hour later, with a meow, it ran back with a piece in its mouth, and when it got closer, it was a broken plaque. It's not the kind of big plaque hanging at the main entrance, but the plaque of the small door of the side door, broken, half of it is left, and the paint on it is completely destroyed, but you can vaguely see two words: "white water".

This temple, named "Baishui Temple", was established for a hundred years, but it was destroyed in one fell swoop.

"Thirty years ......"

Clearance muttered, his tone melancholy. Thirty years ago, he had placed an order in this temple and listened to the presiding minister, but now, it is all gone.

He suddenly thought in his heart: "The mirrors are all vain, why should you be persistent? But I almost broke the precepts, sins, sins!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and left without hesitation, and the cat followed, this time, a little later, as if it were a part of it.

Early in the morning, Chen Sanlang woke up on time, washed up, and was accompanying his mother to breakfast, when a disciple hurriedly came to report, saying that an old monk came to the mansion early in the morning, standing outside the door, very strange, and didn't say anything, as if he was dumb. Seeing this, Zhou Fencao sent someone to ask how to deal with it.

If it was an ordinary person waiting, where would it be used to ask for instructions, Lei Wei blasted out directly, but the monk was full of eccentricity, and he was a monk, so he didn't know where to come from, but it was not easy to do.

Hearing that he was a monk, Chen Wang hurriedly said: "Are you here to turn your fate? Then you have to be kind, and quickly send him some food." ”

Chen Sanlang said with a smile: "Mother don't worry, the child will go here." ”

As he spoke, he got up and walked out of the back house and came to the outside of the yamen. When I looked up, I saw the clear space. I haven't seen him for a long time, and this old monk has hardly changed, whether it is his clothes or demeanor.

As if inducted, the old monk who had been closing his eyes suddenly opened his eyes and met Chen Sanlang's gaze.

An old monk pestle was outside the mansion, which inevitably attracted attention, and at this time there were already some people gathered to watch the excitement, pointing and whispering. They thought that the old monk might be going to the palace to make a fortune, but he was a bold monk. Some people also think, or this monk has to go to the government to do something.

Now Laoshan Mansion is thriving, attracting many people. Those who are staff members and those who meet the conditions are all direct officials. Gradually, the positions of the government were arranged. There are many people who can only go to the county below to do things.

Therefore, it is necessary to defect as soon as possible, and if the opportunity is missed, the treatment will be much worse.

Zhou Fencao came to Chen Sanlang's side and asked in a low voice, "Son, how do you think this guy should be dispatched?"

Chen Sanlang smiled: "I'll send it away." ”

Walking over, standing in front of the monk in the clear space, a Confucian and a monk, face to face: "Master, you are here again." ”

Jingkong also smiled: "The Buddha said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? ”

"Hehe, why bother? The classics of the Buddha family don't mean that you have to let go of your obsessions? If you don't let go, you're breaking the vows. ”

"Anitabha, this matter is the karmic result of the old man, and if it is not successful, it will be a disaster. ”

Chen Sanlang frowned: "So, you have to cross me?"

Jingkong lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, and said word by word: "Please also ask the prince to let go of the mundane thoughts, the glory and wealth are empty, and the king's hegemony is fake, so I will escape into the empty door and worship the Buddha." ”

"What?"

"Is this old monk crazy?"

"What kind of crazy nonsense does this dead bald donkey say, he dares to come and bewitch the city lord to become a monk......"

The conversation between the two fell word for word in the ears of the onlookers, of course, including Zhou Fencao and them, and they were about to explode.

Chen Sanlang is now who is the lord of Laoshan City, the backbone of the entire city, the government and even the people of the city, they dare not imagine what this city will become without Chen Sanlang, now it's good, inexplicably ran an old monk, inexplicably said to cross Chen Sanlang into the empty door, it's inexplicable. In a few days, the lord of the city will be married, as the saying goes: It is better to demolish ten temples than to destroy a marriage.

One by one, they couldn't help it, and scolded at the clear space, if it weren't for Chen Sanlang's presence, everyone would still have some restraint, otherwise, they would have rushed directly and started it.

The crowd is surging, and the people's hearts are longing, and this is the case.

The face of the clear space is calm and waveless, but there is a sigh in my heart: the first time in Yangzhou, the second time in Jing County, and the third time here......

Every time he compares, Chen Sanlang has changed significantly, and it has slowly become a climate, and the difficulty has naturally doubled.

"Which master, how can He De dare to come to my Xu family's son-in-law to become a monk?"

The sound was like a bell, Xu Nianniang, who was dressed in a green shirt, strode to the meteor, a pair of eyes, glaring at the clear sky, like two knives.