Lao Tzu is a hero, a hero!

Be a man, Yan - a sad song!

Within the four seas, all of them! brother! brother -

There is no one in the world, and I don't know that--me!

To wine, to sing, to kill, to have fun, hehe, wahahahaha!

Hey, hey, hey, hey-

Don't go, don't go--come back--drink with me-listen to my singing--

......

"Master, Master, why are you running?" Monk Wuchan was confused and ran out of more than two miles, still arrogant and puzzled: "Father-in-law still wants to sing to Wuchan, you listen, you listen! He is still singing!" Lingxiu bent down and gasped: "No, not why." "It's nothing, as far as the eye can see, people near and far are running around with one ear in one hand, and I don't know why. And the singing is still fluttering and resounding all over the world, into the ears and hearts, and the penetration is extremely strong!

In fact, the real horror of Yan Daxia is not his martial arts, nor his life and death stick, nor the amount of alcohol he is often proud of, but singing. Yan Da singer is low-key, usually easy to show his voice, and those who are fortunate enough to hear Yan Da singer sing, are all shocked by him, and even think that the sound of heaven is endless!

Monk Lingxiu took a breath and ran away, leaving Wuchan behind him: "Wuzen - Uncle Tai - " When Wu Chan heard this, he burst into tears at the moment: "Tai, Uncle Tai Woo Woo Woo

The sad song sends tears, and the wind whimpers.

Run straight to the middle of the wilderness, beside the path, in a place where no one is heard.

- Lingxiu suddenly looked back.

The complexion is calm, the breath is even, but the tears in the eyes are faint, and the thoughtful expression is the expression.

"No Zen, that word is pronounced as wing, winged wing. "On the earth, among the grass and trees, the far view is ancient and desolate.

"Yes, Nian Yi!" Wu Zen understood.

"Whew-"

Lingxiu took a long breath, slowly knelt down, closed down, and kowtowed.

- Heaven and earth are speechless, all the voices are in harmony, and a low Sanskrit song sounded between the earthly worlds: "I and the donor have half a monk's robe, the donor has taken off my suffering, I have a bowl of water with the donor, and the donor has given me a hundred thousand compassions." The donor worships the monk, the monk worships the Buddha, the Buddha worships the monk, the monk can't bear it, the monk is born, the monk is born, the monk is born, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. ”

Master Lingxiu often holds such rituals, and it is not surprising that there is no Zen.

Kneel behind him at the moment and kowtow honestly, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine.

Don't you know that this time is not over, Wuzen stands up, and Lingxiu is still kneeling.

Facing the ancient city that loomed on the desolate earth, he recited a message: "When you go, you come, you come, you go, you come and go, you are separated and scattered." Nan Wu, Amitabha-"

Wu Chan did not understand, so Wu Chan knelt on the ground and recited the same thing: "Nan Wu, Amitabha-"

"Stop talking nonsense! Who's wrong! Say! Say it!"

At the same time, the Peony Woman was holding a large kitchen knife, cloaked and gritted her teeth and shouted: "Where did my family go to Wuzen?

"You say!" The peony woman looked fierce, gesturing with a kitchen knife: "Say it quickly! Say it quickly! Don't say it and cut off all four of your legs!" Steward Qian didn't raise his eyelids, ate a bite of snacks, drank a sip of tea, and said word by word: "I, no, know, Tao." The Peony Woman was furious and laughed angrily: "Old Climb! You wait! Wait for you to die! Old Niu-" The old cow is the old cow, and the peony girl's affectionate name for his father: "You say!"

"I, too, no, know, Tao. "Master Niu is not an old cow, and he will not be honest and obedient.

"Mother-" The peony girl suddenly threw away the kitchen knife, and threw herself into the arms of the old lady Niu with a hissing cry: "They! they all bullied me! I don't live anymore, I don't live anymore!" "Dad has no conscience, it's better to be a mother, or Miss Peony calls him a mother: "Mother! You tell me, I beg you to tell me, mother-" Old Mrs. Niu touched her old girl's hair lovingly, and smiled kindly: "Ah, Mi, Buddha, Buddha." ”

This, is, one, one, yin, conspiracy.

Muzen is missing.

With the cleverness of the peony girl, she will not fail to see that this is a conspiracy.

The eldest sister and the second sister are not there, the dough and tofu are not there, and as long as they are alive in the Niu family, they can still breathe, except for these three people, they all hid far away when they saw the peony, just like seeing a crazy tigress. Yes, the Zen Lady will not disappear for no reason, the Peony Lady will analyze, the reason why they are afraid of the peony is not because the peony is holding a kitchen knife in her hand, nor is it because the peony woman is crazy and cuts people with a kitchen knife, but because there is a ghost in her heart.

-- The Peony Lady and the Lady of Wu Zen are the titles between the two now, which shows the depth of Sister Peony's affection.

Where are they hidden?

The peony lady searched every corner of the Niu family, every corner, and every corner, among the bricks and weeds on the walls, but she didn't find it. Of course, Wu Zen Xianggong didn't hide it himself, and Wu Zen Xianggong wouldn't make such a joke with the peony lady, this must be a prank. At first, the peony lady analyzed it like this, and then suddenly thought that the Wuzen Xianggong might have been abducted and sold for money.

In any case, the Zen Xianggong will not go by himself, which the peony lady is deeply confident.

Because in the past two days and three nights, the tenderness and sweetness between the lady and the husband are like glue, and the relationship is too good to be better! What a loving couple, only envy the mandarin ducks and not the immortals, there must be someone who is red-eyed and make it bad! How hateful and cruel! Therefore, the peony girl took a kitchen knife and prepared to chop the black hand behind the scenes, no, it was that pair! That pair of extremely evil black hands!

The first thing the Peony Woman thought of was the scoundrel with the scar on his face, it was him!

The Peony Woman thought of the fish-eyed monk for the second time, it was him!

None of the good things should be damned! Buried alive!

I have to say that the peony girl is smart, and she is not at all wrong with her analysis: "Okay, very good, don't say it?" The peony girl transformed again, like a female detective, Zhizhu said in a holding hole: "I know it if I don't say it! Hmph, who is rare you say, I'll find it myself!"

I kept running out of the gate, and I was gone.

The three of them drank porridge with their heads down and turned a blind eye.

Sure enough, after a while, the peony girl came back with a sad face and a frown: "Where did Wuzen go, I beg you to ......"

The so-called wise man must make a mistake in a thousand thoughts, and the peony girl is smart all her life, but she forgets the most important point.

Where did the monk Wuzen go, Mrs. Niu had already told Peony.

On this day, Wuzen is gone.

On this day, the king of flowers withered.

On this day, the phoenix fell ill.

Lovesickness.

Peony never felt that he was so important, but when he was not around, Peony suddenly found that he had lost everything.

Peony lost his soul and was depressed, he didn't think about tea and dinner, and his heart seemed to go with him, and he couldn't find it again.

"No Zen! No Zen!

"Xianggong, Xianggong, my Wuzen. ”

The day was incredibly long, and the day was endlessly tormented.

When night came, Peony lay on the bed with empty eyes, tilted her head, and wet the pillow with tears.

It was a bench, and he was still meditating there, and he was sitting there with his eyes closed.

Never left.

No Zen, no Zen, where are you?

Is this love?

-- This is love.

In fact, Peony is an infatuated and single-minded woman, who is determined to be unswerving for life.

The peony girl suddenly laughed, laughed with tears, sat up slowly, and slowly took out a red hijab from her arms.

Touched and touched, looked and looked, and then gently draped it over his head.

Covering the bitter smile and covering the sweet corners of his lips: "No Zen, no Zen, Sister Peony is waiting for you, why don't you come yet?"

Tears are drops, drops, drops, drops, and heartbreaking!

The moonlight is half-cast, the figure is only a shadow, and the person sitting alone at the head of the bed is just a poor woman.

Also called peony.

But when it comes to pity, no one will be more pitiful than Awu.

Ah Wu was outside the window, in the courtyard, under the moon, in a shadow, standing quietly.

Quietly wept.

Awu will wait, even if it is thousands of years.

In fact, the peony is good, only Awu knows, Awu knows everything, Awu doesn't say anything.

Where Wuzen went, perhaps, only she didn't know.

No one told her, and Awu wouldn't tell her that she was a peony, a woman that Awu loved deeply.

Awu didn't tell her why.

So she didn't eat a mouthful of food or drink a sip of water, cried and lost her temper, looking for death and life to hang herself, and Awu wouldn't tell her.

So she no longer cherishes her appearance, and tosses herself like a female ghost, and Awu will not tell her.

Even if she was crazy and stupid, crying and laughing like this, she would not tell her.

Awu is not distressed, Awu's heart has long been broken.

Awu just wants to tell her that Awu is still there, Awu will always be with her, cry with her, make her laugh, accompany her crazy and be stupid, just like that, always accompany her, read poems to her-

I have written poems for you, written for you, and read them to you.

Yes, Awu won't lie to her.

At this time, the stupid monk was gone, and Awu's opportunity came.

Awu is Awu, Awu gave her a love letter, the words are like blood and tears, affectionate confession-

In the end, the peony girl was bright and bright, her eyebrows were smiling, and she cheered loudly: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine!" The love letter is only nine words, and the words hit the peony girl's heart! The king of flowers is once again delicate and blooming, and the phoenix in the chivalry is immediately full of energy, tearing off the hijab, packing his bags, dressing up in the mirror, beaming, tossing after a day and a night, still full of vitality and full of strength!

"Drive, drive, rouge, run, rush, kill—"

It was just a little note.

If you run away from the monk, you can't run away from the temple.