Chapter 72

"Master, please..." a handsome young man respectfully handed the bamboo stick to a master opposite him.

The monk with a face full of blessings was dignified and silent for a long time after taking the bamboo stick.

"How's the master?" the young man asked with a puzzled frown.

"Almsgiver, this is the third song among the hundred signatures, 'Yan will guard Liaocheng alone'"

The wind blows south and returns to the service. The service is like a swallow

After the mud is stacked, it is broken at the end and becomes mud

"Please help me out."

"Amitabha. Go and return in the wind and rain. The servant is as hard as a swallow. The luck of a gentleman is like a swallow holding mud to build a nest. It is hollow and futile. It is difficult before sweet. Only be careful. The summary of this sign is also. Do everything possible. The morning and dusk deer do not stop. Who knows that there is no way to achieve this in the end. Cultivate it. Understand it..."

"Master, is there no room to save this signing?" for many years, I have been unable to put down my hopes. This time, I came from a distance because of my feelings. I met her here many years ago

"Teacher, don't take it to heart. If you believe it, you will have it. If you don't believe it, you will have nothing." the young man looked firmly at his teacher and said. He didn't believe this in his heart. He thought that man could conquer heaven. He needed to get it first and then achieve results.

"Han Ming, this is the Buddha's foot. Don't be rude." the young man looked at the boy seriously and said. Looking back at the Anguo Temple behind him, I turned my head and wanted to leave.

At this time, a runaway carriage came running quickly. When the carriage was only ten feet away from the man, I saw that the boy's feet were a little, and the man had soared into the air. In the twinkling of an eye, Mrs. Gong had fallen into the horse's back, and the carriage stopped slowly.

When the young man saw the boy's skillful and undisturbed feet landing on the ground, his eyes smiled and nodded with appreciation.

A moment later, two teenagers stepped down from the carriage and quickly thanked them. "Thank you for your help, brother." Ronglu said calmly on his cheek.

"It's a piece of cake, no thanks, goodbye." then he walked to the young man with a bright smile on his face.

"Brother Rong, did they save us?" Ning Lan in the carriage came down and asked his second imperial brother.

The young man smelled that there was a woman talking behind him, and the voice was very gentle and gentle. It was like the sound of nature, so he looked back curiously.