No matter in the northern region, there is a secret place in the depths of the turbulent ruins, far from the noise.
Buried dragon valley bottom
For five years
Two young monks and an old monk are guarding the peace and tranquility next to a small fox in this humble ancient temple every day.
There are halls and backyards, and occasionally chains come.
On this morning, a fine-featured monk came out of the sutra depository, dressed in clothes, and pushed the gate of the ancient temple to the outside.
For five years
This day is the same every year.
The little novice monk in the ancient temple is not surprised. He looked up and looked back to continue to understand the scriptures.
Backyard of the main hall
The old monk just paid homage to an old friend. His eyes swept away and he saw the big fellow lying lazily in the cemetery next to him, basking in the sun, and suddenly said
"Red-haired ghost, this elixir has been repaired, so you don’t have to come here in the future. When you recite scriptures and worship Buddha, you will find a way to restore it as soon as possible."
"Ah?"
The big fellow jumped up in a hurry and didn’t care that the old monk called him red hair ghost avenue. "This can’t be done! Old people don’t occupy him during the day. During the day, he casually understands your Buddhism. Later, he has to come to my place to practice! "
"Besides, in the past five years, he has realized the scriptures all day long, and nothing has happened in the abdomen. In another 50 years, it may not matter! Always say that learning from your Buddhism is a wave! "
The old monk asked with a facial expression, "When you drink your blood, you won’t wave?"
"Of course!"
The big fellow proudly said, "Dan recovered after drinking the blood of the fifth year. Don’t say that this little body is much more horrible than it was five years ago! Outside, then the real person can fight at will! "
The old monk sneered slightly.
The big fellow muttered, "Anyway, no matter whether he comes to my place late to practice, it is unknown whether he can recover the elixir. Even you can’t help but spend all his time."
The old monk frowned and stared at the big fellow with great significance and asked, "Do you have other purposes in your heart?"
"What’s the purpose of old age?"
The big fellow’s chest snapped loudly on the avenue of justice. "That woman was kind of grateful to the old!"
After a pause, a big fellow’s eyes rolled as if thinking of something. He looked strange and touched Ba and said, "But there is something unexpected about this little man. He has recovered from tonight. Let him order something else!"
"What?"
The old monk asked
The big fellow hey hey smiled and said, "Little tricks don’t work."
The old monk smiled and turned away.
He knows the big fellow too well
The more the big fellow says this, the more complicated it is.
……
Buried dragon valley
A young monk, dressed in a gray robe, has fine eyes and beautiful eyes. His palm gently touches the cold stone wall, and his ears move as if listening to something.
"Mo, I’m coming again."
"Alas, Mr. Su has been in poor health and his hair has turned white over the years, on the one hand because of your death, and on the other hand because of the people of Yan."
"Sir, I have learned a lot. It’s a pity that he is a real gentleman …"
It’s like chatting with people to tell what happened in the past year.
The young monk listened quietly.
Young monks will show concern when they hear that Mr. Su’s health is getting worse.
Young monks will smile when they hear something interesting.
A valley and a valley bottom.
Although they can’t meet each other, it seems that there is a line that implicates the same sorrow, joy, sorrow and happiness.
Before you know it, it’s noon
Suddenly!
Buried dragon valley to a satisfiedly smile.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
A male voice said, "It was a big Sunday. What a coincidence! The Great Xia Dynasty has been a friend of Yao Xue Dao for a long time! "
"Oh, by the way, Jun Hao, the dead friend in the ancient battlefield, is his own brother."
Xian Junyu laughed and said, "I’d like to thank Daoyou, otherwise my own brother Wang Yongyuan will not have a bright future!"
"Let’s go first!"
Another male stereo sounds calm and powerful.
The young monk frowns slightly, which sounds familiar. It seems that he once guarded Ze Zhenjun on Sunday.
Young monks have a little peace of mind