(Millions of heroes are really like iron, and now they are stepping forward from the beginning, a million words, it's not easy!The Southern Dynasty is still there, this book is still there!)

The sound of the wooden fish is like knocking on the heart, and the chanting of the sutra is like a stream of water, only at the root of the ear, bit by bit, it is difficult to resist, and it flows into it until the whole body and mind are submerged and soaked......

It's a painful process. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But as soon as you open your heart and take refuge in the past, you immediately feel that everything you hear and hear is a Sanskrit chanting fairy sound, which is very beautiful.

In the room, Chen Sanlang was already wrapped in these voices.

It took him three quarters of an hour to polish the ink, and when he put it down, his hand trembled slightly, as if he was not holding a small lump of ink, but a heavy stone, and after dancing for a while, his wrist was sore, and he was very tired.

At the corner of the forehead, sweat seeped out, and the hair was **.

His expression was quite stable, but in the Mud Pill Palace, the divine soul was fighting fiercely, but it was difficult to perceive from the outside.

Chen Sanlang is very suspicious that if he didn't have "Haoran Silk Book" in charge, what would he become, even if he didn't kowtow and bow, he should bow and listen.

The sound of the wooden fish chanting scriptures is intertwined, and a thousand wisps of breath are formed in the soul world, presenting a faint gold, like flowing gold, pervasive.

Chen Sanlang met the emperor back then, and was trapped by Xia Yu's dragon qi, and that breath was also golden. However, there are differences between the two.

The dragon's aura is golden, majestic and forced, and there is no doubt about it, but at the moment the Buddha's voice is solemn, but there is a soft and touching power inside, which seems benevolent and especially easy for people to accept and believe.

Success or failure turns empty, and Wang Tu's hegemony is all fake......

Life is illusory, and the essence is like this.

If this is the case, what kind of wife do you marry? What are you still struggling to do?

It's better to go back, it's better to go back......

Chen Sanlang listened to the sound of chanting in the clear space, and felt that he was stating and expressing such a meaning over and over again: put down, let go!

Everything is light!

After listening to it a lot, I slowly became confused, and at this time, the ancient book was full of brilliance, and some words flew out, struggling to resist the erosion of golden light:

"When the family and the country are in trouble, and the world is in difficulty, why retreat? How can we avoid it? How can we let it go?

Chen Sanlang's spirit was shocked, he woke up from his confusion, only to feel that there was cold sweat flowing down his back, he calmed down, reached out to pick up the pen, soaked the ink, and began to write.

Only one word is written, the font is boxy, very large, almost the entire paper is written, it is a "static" word.

There is calm in every big event.

Peace is hard to come by, and quiet is hard to be.

Tranquility is actually a kind of realm.

The world is bustling with people's feelings, and there are thousands of clues in the red dust, who can be still and not moving, who can move without being in a hurry, and who can be anxious and not faint.

When the mind is dizzy, they often do some foolish things, and even do whatever they want, indiscriminately.

Chen Sanlang had that big dream, and this soul was different, indescribable, but extraordinarily condensed and calm.

When people live for a certain age and have some experience, they will be more or less like this, which is called "maturity". Although Chen Sanlang is young, he has dreamed of a lifetime, but he has much more experience than many people who have lived for most of his life. You know, that dream is so unusual and incredible.

Perhaps, because of this, he can complement "Haoran Silk Book".

It's just that right now, he has suffered a great crisis, and when he lifted the pen and dropped the ink, his wrist seemed unstable and trembling slightly. How can you write well with a shaking wrist?

Sure enough, the first horizontal stroke of the pen was uneven and slightly oblique.

Chen Sanlang didn't care, he couldn't care so much for the time being, and wrote it horizontally and horizontally until the word "quiet" was completed.

The finish is very unsatisfactory, and every stroke has such and such flaws, either sloping down or up, either left or right, thus causing the structure of the whole word to be scattered, just like the schoolchildren's graffiti, or even worse.

"This word is really ugly......

Chen Sanlang looked at it, secretly ashamed, and felt embarrassed. I can't keep this word, so I have to rub it quickly and write another one.

I thought of crumpling it up and throwing it to the ground.

It's strange to say, thinking like this, I feel that the sound of the wooden fish beating is weaker, and the sound of chanting is not so close to my ears, and it begins to get farther away.

The empty body over there trembled slightly, and even the sound of chanting appeared a small stagnation, but fortunately, he reacted very quickly and connected in time, otherwise, it would fall short.

Chen Sanlang didn't notice this detail, changed to a new piece of paper, and began to write a second one, still writing only one word: "Jing"!

But after the second word "Jing" was written, it seemed to be even uglier than the first, and the whole glyph was twisted off, and it didn't look like a word.

Chen Sanlang frowned, glanced at the clear space sitting there and chanted the scriptures, and suddenly found that the rhythm of the old monk beating the wooden fish was faster, and the sound of chanting the scriptures was also louder.

"He's starting to get anxious......"

Chen Sanlang was not surprised, took a long breath, rolled up his sleeves, and continued to write.

......

The sound of the wooden fish and the chanting of the scriptures that became urgent spread outside, and reached Xu Nianniang's ears, he listened to it, and the corners of his mouth also hooked a smile:

"Good boy, I really have some skills. ”

I feel relieved.

Whether it was before or now, these voices did not cause any disturbing effects to Xu Nianniang, he ate meat and drank wine leisurely, and he didn't take it seriously. From this, to what extent is the hardness of his heart?

In the entire hall, he was the only one left, and the others withdrew from the palace, and even the door was closed, so that no one could enter.

Zhou Fencao and the others were all waiting outside, a large group, gathered together, and all of them looked a little uneasy.

They are all leaders who work in the government, in other words, they can only be there because Chen Sanlang is here. I heard before that an old monk came to ask the city lord to enter the empty door, and everyone scoffed at him, they didn't take it seriously, and regarded Jingkong as a madman, and they should directly drive him out and drive him away.

However, the situation has developed to the present, and it seems that something is not right, and the old monk is actually supernatural, which is extraordinary.

What should I do if Chen Sanlang is really turned into a monk?

As soon as this thought came to mind, everyone broke out in a cold sweat. I couldn't help but sketch such a scene in my mind: Chen Sanlang shaved his face, became bald, wore a monk's robe, and left with his hands......

What should we do without his Laoshan Mansion? I'm afraid that it will immediately fall apart and scatter.

No, such a thing must not be allowed.

Guo Chu said to Zhou Fencao: "Duke Zhou, without further ado, let's go to General Jiang and ask him to send heavy cavalry, no matter what, first suppress this irritable chanting voice, and it can be regarded as helping the son." ”

Zhou Fencao also looked hesitant and thought for a while: "It's not appropriate to act rashly for the time being, since the son dares to face it alone, he is sure, besides, there is still Xu Ye in the hall." When something goes wrong, he will never stand idly by. ”

Guo Chu rubbed his hands nervously: "I'm not worried, this old bald donkey is very evil." ”

I can't help but be nervous, he has a disability, it is even more difficult to survive in this troubled world, it is rare to be valued by Chen Sanlang, and now Laoshan Mansion seems to be a core member. What's more, he still has a heart in his heart, wanting to wholeheartedly assist Chen Sanlang to grow stronger, and he has a good chance to find his lost wife and children.

It can be said that Chen Sanlang is already his hope, and there is no room for failure.

Zhou Fencao sighed: "I'm worried too, but now I can only wait." ”

Having said that, where can the crowd be quiet, talking to each other, whispering, and buzzing.

This heart is obviously a little messed up.

Zhou Fencao looked left and right, feeling that it would not work to go on like this, and dozens of people from top to bottom all gathered outside the mansion, this movement was not small, and it was seen by the people in the city, and they didn't know if they would want to go crankily?

I was thinking about whether to let everyone disperse and go home from vacation today, when I suddenly heard noisy voices on both sides of the street, raised my hand to look, and couldn't help but be stunned, and saw a large area of black pressing, and hundreds of people flocked to it.

What is this for?

At the first time, Zhou Fencao couldn't react, and thought that something had happened, and the people were about to make a fuss, and they were about to order the soldiers to go up to stop them, but those people came closer, shouting slogans in their mouths:

"Lord of the city, don't become a monk!"

"Dead bald donkey, get out of Laoshan Mansion!"

Hearing this, Zhou Fencao's heart settled down, and the people spontaneously gathered to support Chen Sanlang when they heard about the clear space to ignite Chen Sanlang.

The people's aspirations are nothing more than that.

Zhou Fencao sighed, rejoicing in his heart. But soon I felt a headache, so many people were concentrated in the government, it was difficult to ensure that there was chaos, the people's hearts should be quiet and not chaotic, and if it was chaotic, the consequences would be uncontrollable.

On the other hand, on their own side, there are only two shifts of officials, and the manpower is not enough.

Hurry up and wake up Lei Wei at the moment.

This Lei Gongwei woke up in shock, heard a large number of noisy sounds, and jumped up in shock: "It's not good, it's not good, the people in the city are all confused by the sound of chanting!"

Zhou Fencao shouted angrily: "What nonsense?"

Lei Wei was a little sober at this time, but he still had palpitations. It is said that in the hall before, he was drinking with Xu Nianniang in a good manner, but who knew that suddenly his head was confused, as if he was evil, and he had many strange thoughts, such as not being able to drink alcohol in the future and not eating meat again......

Etcetera.

But he believed it, and when he thought about it now, it was like a dream.

It has to be a nightmare!

Zhou Fencao said to him: "Lei Wei, you quickly send someone to the military camp and ask General Jiang to send some soldiers here, just in case." ”

At this time, Lei Wei also heard that the people who gathered here were here to support Chen Sanlang, so he asked in surprise: "Duke Zhou, they are all here to help the city lord, what are you afraid of?"

"If you are told to go, why do you need to say more. ”

Zhou Fencao didn't explain to him.

"Yes, yes. ”

Lei Wei hurriedly agreed, thinking that his head was really broken by the old bald donkey, if it was normal, Zhou Fencao ordered it, he would definitely not tremble.

Before he had time to send someone, he heard the sound of horses' hooves, and looked over, it was Jiang Caoqi who led the heavy cavalry to come, and the momentum was huge.

After such an incident, Jiang Caoqi got the news, where can he hold it, and immediately ordered troops to come over. It depends on which temple the mad monk dares to come and let Chen Sanlang become a monk, I really don't know whether he is alive or dead.

Seeing the arrival of the soldiers, Zhou Fencao was even more determined: this time, he is no longer afraid of making trouble.

Just looking around, seeing the crowd separated, the heroic Xu Jun arrived, with an unprecedented murderous aura, and in the palm of his right hand, the cold light flickered, and it was clearly a blade.

Yes, Mrs. Childe has arrived, and this time, it is even more lively.