Chapter 306： Daddy does not like to say Dharma

In the early morning, the door creaked, and the skinny girl woke up in an instant, jumped off the stone lion's back, rubbed her hands, and the cat leaned over and fled the wall.

Of course, Chen Pingan "gets up" earlier than her. After watching the little girl leave in the distance, she will no longer follow her whereabouts and return to her residence. Chen Pingan rented a house in the south of the capital. Strip-shaped Yuanxiang, the name is very big, in fact, compared to the hometown Xinghua Lane is not the same, living a lot of shabby scholars who went to Beijing to take the exam, Chunyu lost the election, can not afford to pay for the return of hometown, in the capital can also get acquainted with Friends learn from each other and settle down.

Chen Pingan only had the house key, but no door key, so he went back to his place and the door was opened. Chen Ping returned to his house, closed the door, squinted at the stack of books on the table, and the bed. The beggars were passive. A little bit of clues, in Chen Ping’s eyes, they were very awkward, sighed, and somewhat helpless. Fortunately, there was nothing less.

Chen Pingan did not live here before, stayed in an inn, asked for a big house, and could practice boxing and practicing swords at random. Later, looking for Taoist results, the mood was getting more and more irritated. Chen Ping’s head was broken and stopped. Swordsman, in order to save money, moved here, only occasionally practicing the sword furnace pile.

Chen Ping was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling and screaming at God.

It’s not a thing to always be like a headless fly.

Benefiting from the snoring of dripping water and stone on the Great Wall of Jianqi, there are two battles of Feiyingbao behind, especially the evil monk Danshi self-explosion, the aura pouring like a flood, Chen Pingan’s countercurrent, the harvest is quite rich, Chen Ping’s now In the four borders of Wudao, there are some signs of loose bottlenecks, but I still feel that there is still something missing. Chen Ping has a vague intuition. The threshold of the 4th and 5th borders, if he wants, he can quickly cross it, but Chen Ping still hopes to be more Solid, it is not good, just as Lu Tai said at the beginning, go to Wushengren Temple to try his luck, or to find an ancient battlefield site, to find the spirits and gods that are not scattered after the death.

I have to find something to do, or Chen Ping is afraid of being moldy.

Chen Pingan decided to stay in the Nanyuan Guojing City until the end of the summer, and then he could not find the Taoist Temple. He returned to Baoliangzhou and put all his energy on the martial arts. The grandfather of Cui Wei was in the Luozhushanlou. On the other hand, Chen Pingan has great confidence in this. With the ten years of Ning Yao, maybe it can be several years ahead of schedule.

However, Chen Pingan still has some worries. She is afraid that the bare-footed old man whose heart is higher than the sky and invincible by the boxing method will threaten to polish him into the strongest five-state and six-state.

At the beginning of the three times, it was such a big pain. Chen Pingan was really afraid that he would kill the old man alive and still die.

Chen Pingan held his back in his head and slowly closed his eyes.

I don't know if Aliang was in the sky that day, with the legendary invincible second child, did you really have a victory or defeat?

I don't know how long Liu Yuyang went to the distant road of Chen Yin, and saw how high the highest mountain was. I saw how big the water was.

I don't know if Li Baobo is studying at the Cliff College, and he is not happy.

I don't know if Gu Yu is in the Shuji Lake, is he being bullied, is not a small book to remember other people's hatred, and one more.

I don’t know the peach blossom cake in the ride of the dragon alley.

I don't know Zhang Shanfeng and Xu Yuanxia, ​​traveling together, whether I know new friends, I can be born and died together, and I will be demonized.

I don't know if Fan Er met the girl in the old dragon city.

Chen Pingan thought about the matter and just fell asleep.

There is a flying sword in the first fifteenth in the raise of the sword, in fact, Chen Pingan this road to sleep, and not too worried.

The owner of this house is a three-generation family, five people. The old man likes to go out and find people to play chess. The chess is weak, the chess is worse, and he likes to scream.

The old sayings are mean, and the faces are dark and gloomy. It is easy for Chen Ping to think of the horse-in-law of Xinghua Alley.

The young couple, the two women, do some needlework at home, do housework, and don’t lift the head to the mother-in-law every day. According to the old saying of Nanyuan Guojingcheng, the man is a banquet, that is, carrying a big bag, buying it everywhere, the waist is a small drum, walking around the street and shouting loudly, if you are lucky, you can miss the valuable old things, and then Sold to a familiar antique shop, you can earn some silver by hand.

The couple looks plain, but they have a beautiful and beautiful child. They are seven or eight years old, and their lips are red and white. It is not like the baby in the alley. It is like a small son in a big family. I went to school and heard that I was very much liked by the teacher. I often watched his grandfather playing chess with people. When I was able to play chess for a long time, I couldn’t say a word, I didn’t speak a true gentleman, I was very small. It is.

No matter how big or small the neighbourhood of the neighborhood is, he is close to the child. He often makes fun of him and jokes. The green plum girl in the next door, Miss Liu in the school, likes which one more. This child often just laughs and continues to watch the game silently.

After Chen went to sleep peacefully.

A small thing emerged from the ground, climbed onto the table, sat next to the "Book Hill" and began to doze off.

Xiaolian is obviously proficient in the technique of bandits, silent and fast.

Before coming to Nanyuan Guojing City, Chen Pingan was amused with it several times, or rushed to the horse, or rushed out for dozens of miles, waiting for him to stop and stop, at the foot of the meeting. There was a little guy who poked his head out of the soil and giggled at him.

Whether it is Chen Ping’s walking or punching or practicing swordsmanship, it never disturbs, and always looks at it from a distance. Only Chen Ping’s beckoning to it will come to Chen Ping’s side, along the golden robe of the robe, climbing up, Finally, I sat on Chen’s shoulders, big and small, and enjoyed the scenery together.

As for the snowflake money, it was temporarily placed on the side of Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan was only a short time, and was soon awakened by the movements in the yard. The old man’s groaning, the woman’s jealousy, the old man hanging the scorpion, the child’s reading in the morning reading books, only the young man It should still be a big sleep.

Chen Pingan sat at the table and gently picked up a book. The little things slowly woke up, and they were confused and looked at Chen Pingan.

Chen Pingan laughed and said: "Sleep you."

The little thing slid up and ran to Chen Pingan and helped him open a page.

Chen Ping was accustomed to the fact that the books on the table were newly bought after leaving Lutai and Feiyingbao. At that time, Lu Tai said that only those who read the first-rate books can hope to be second-rate people. When reading a book, you can't ask for it. You can't chew it. You can read it intensively, chew it slowly, and really put a classic exquisiteness into your stomach. You can hide those beautiful images and insights into the sentence. The spirit between the gods, one by one for their own use, this is called reading, otherwise it is just a book, over 10 million volumes, and death is also a two-legged bookcase.

Chen Pingan heard the news at the time. If it wasn’t for Lu Tai’s reminder, he might buy a book with a good book, and he would look at it slowly, but the book is boundless, life is limited, and Chen Ping’s practice is not only practicing boxing and practicing swords. Also look for Taoist temples, and finally have a little leisure time, really should be used to read the best books.

Lu Tai gave a list of books, but Chen Pingzheng possessed the piece of paper, but did not buy the book according to the book list, but went to buy the Confucianism of the Confucianism.

Unfortunately, the book of Wen Sheng Lao Xiu Cai, can not be bought in the market.

Chen Pingan wants to see the "March 4" and compare it.

Emotionally, Chen Pingan is of course most inclined to Mr. Qi’s husband. The old-fashioned person who likes to drink and also likes to talk about wine, but likes, admires and respects a person. This is no problem. If you think that person says something, The matter is all right, there will be big problems.

The knowledge of Wen Sheng Lao Xiu is not high? Of course, it is very high. According to the young Cui Wei’s statement, it was once so high that all the readers felt that they were “like the sky”.

Then Chen Ping is not qualified, think that the truth of the old show is not the most reasonable?

It seems that the tree is ridiculous, but it is ridiculous, but it is actually there, because there is a Yasheng, there is a classic that is left by Yasheng.

Chen Pingan once said to Ning Yao Yu Niang, really like a person, is to like a place where people are not good.

I also had a girl with Tsing Yi children and a pink dress. "If I am wrong, you remember to remind me."

However, Chen Ping’s heart is deep inside. Of course, he still hopes to see the two sides’ debates on the 3rd and 4th disputes. He can feel that Wen Sheng Lao Xiu is more correct.

Then, next time I drink with the old man, I will talk.

Chen Pingzheng is sitting in danger, reading is very slow, and his voice is very light. Whenever he is at the end of a unique page, Xiaolian will quickly open a new page with his hands and feet.

Then continue to sit back to the table between Chen Pingan and the books on the table, according to the gourd painting scoop, imitate Chen Pingan's correct posture, it erects his ears, quietly listening to the sound of reading on the top of his head.

For the courtyard full of smoke and fire in the city, Chen Ping, a white robe with a sword hanging on the gourd, is like a strange figure far away from the sky. He is not close, and he is not in love.

Just pay.

Not far from Zhuangyuan Lane, there is a wine cellar building, and there is a temple of Sanyin Temple. Although it is close to it, it is as far as the two worlds.

Chen Pingan often sees the monks who are going out to go out. Although they are thin, they are mostly peaceful, and even if they are not wearing them, they can see the difference between them and the people in the market.

On the other side of the wine cellar, it is often the nighttime crowds, the whole street is full of strong fat, and often stops in the early hours of the morning. Although the characters over there, whether they are guests drinking wine or toasting women, more brocade satin, once the joy has ended, many looks stunned, Chen Pingan saw several times when the women sent the guests to leave the brothel, go back and unload After losing the makeup on the face, it was bright, and then walked out the side door of the green building, went to a small alley full of vendors, sat there and drank a bowl of rice porridge or glutinous rice. Some women ate and ate and slept on the table. .

Spring is worth a thousand dollars, like borrowing money from God, to pay back.

Some vendors who are familiar with those who are familiar with the hooks, most like to say swear words, some women have to care about, a few words, in order to be able to slap a few copper coins, but also very true, it should have been used to low eyebrows, temperament When they greet each other, they screamed directly, and the vendors succumbed to shrinking. When the women left, they began to marry them. They were just pickled goods for the flesh business. What kind of face is the yellow niece?

The next day, the woman who had married the brothel was still the same. The squatting vendor of the street vendor yesterday would still steal their white hands that showed the sleeves. It was like the pork on the chopping board, compared to the yellow face of the house. Po, really, one by one, I really don’t know how these watery spirits are born, just thinking about trying to touch their chests, they have to spend half a year’s hard work, they can only sigh.

Nanyuan State has been fighting for hundreds of years, and the Guotai is safe. The generations of kings have been arched and ruled. There is no sacred name or no notoriety.

Therefore, there is no night ban in Beijing. Jianghu heroes are carrying swords and swords, and the clothes are raging. The government has never been in the road. When they meet on the road, they will immediately go down. The two sides will also greet the guests with a sigh of relief. If they have a good relationship, they will drink nearby. Now, you said that there are some helpless advances in the officialdom. I said that some of the masters of the rivers and lakes have been swaying, and one or two go, two or three pounds of wine will definitely not be able to fight.

In order to find the view of the Taoist Temple, Chen Pingan walked around the capital every day, met the city's well-being, and also saw some ancient strange things hidden in the market.

As long as they do not actively provoke themselves, Chen Ping will not want to pay attention.

Lu Tai once said a word, when the feeling is not deep, now the more chew the more aftertaste.

When I went up the mountain and repaired the road, I would only think that the world’s ancient spirits and ghosts and femininity seem to be more and more.

Chen Pinghe closed the book, and the time of one hour passed by, and he was ready to go out and continue to wander.

Although during the Taoist period, Chen Ping’s state of mind became more and more irritated, Chen Pingan did not try to calm down. In fact, he made many efforts to go to the temples of all sizes, burn incense and worship Buddha, walk alone in the quiet path tree. In the shade, every temple is recorded on the bamboo slips. The small temple on the edge of Zhuangyuan Lane, Chen Ping went the most, the temple is not big, and the abbot counts more than a dozen people. Over time, he mixes his face. Every time Chen Ping is not calm, he will go there to sit there. He will not necessarily talk to the monks, even if he just sits alone under the eaves, listening to the buzz of the wind chimes, he can send out a summer afternoon.

Nanyuan Guo Chong Buddha Road, the capital and the local temples are everywhere, the incense is flourishing, the Taoist view is rare, and the capital is even more.

In recent days, a secret person has been raging in the capital. The Baihe Temple, one of the four major temples in the Nanyuan National Capital City, has a big scandal. The Baihe Temple has always been known for its abundance of Dharma and the living body of Luohan. After the sorghums of the past, they were able to leave the body without burning or burn out the relics. The other three temples must be self-sufficient at this point.

This is also regarded as a testimony to the prosperity of the Nanyuan country and its far-reaching neighboring countries.

However, not long ago, a sorghum who was practicing in Baihe Temple was elected as abbot in the previous year. He was running out of the temple one day and went directly to the Dali Temple to sue. After listening, Dali Siqing was inside the officials. Everyone looks at each other. It turns out that the old man confessed to Baihe Temple, poisoned him in his food, and tried to infuse his body with mercury after he died. Not only that, but he also revealed that Baihe Temple’s sins are sinful and deceived. A total of six major crimes, including the daughter of the capital.

This case, too shocking, directly shocked the Emperor Nanyuan, and ordered a thorough investigation of the matter. As a result, three hundred people in Baihe Temple were mostly imprisoned, and the rest were expelled from the capital, and they were deported to their hometown.

The other three temples are still detached. After all, they are deeply rooted, but they are tired of many small temples that are not famous. For example, this Xinxiang Temple next to Zhuangyuan Lane has a lot less pilgrims.

The abbot of Xinxiang Temple is an old monk with a strong local voice. He is kind and kind, tall and tall. After 30 years in Beijing, the old man still hasn’t changed his voice, and he doesn’t like the subtlety of the Dharma. Every time I go to the temple to sit down, Chen Pingping has to work hard to understand. Chen Ping’s impression of the old man is very good, and he has not seen it. The old host is a practitioner, but he has not yet Five places.

Chen Ping left the alley and went to the Xinxiang Temple. He planned to sit still there and practice the sword furnace.

However, it is two miles away. Chen Pingan has walked through a martial arts hall and a dart board, especially in the high wall of the martial arts hall that hangs the "gas-strong mountain river". Every circuit is a group of men in the haha, it should be Practice boxing. The streets outside the board are often scenes of darts, young men and women are high-spirited, high-spirited, old people are silent, and occasionally see Chen Ping, they will nod their heads, Chen Ping will first hand over After returning to the ceremony, I met and took the initiative to salute. I didn’t want to go there. The old people didn’t have any interest, and they simply didn’t look at Chen Ping’an.

After the incident, Chen Pingxiang thought about the joints and laughed.

Most of them started to use themselves as Jianglong. Later, when they checked out their residences, they looked down on themselves. They were too polite, and they made the old rivers and lakes identify themselves as an embroidered pillow.

Chen Pingan feels very interesting.

There are many martial arts halls and darts in the capital here. Those who are famous in the rivers and lakes have liked to get a hall on this side. The high gate compound does not lose the residence of the princely prince, and there is no need to avoid any ritual system. On the contrary, it is about practicing qi, and there are very few rumors. Even the national teacher is just a master of the rivers and lakes.

But the most interesting thing is that there are people in the inconspicuous house. Men and women who come in and out, almost everyone is a martial artist, a trainer on the rivers and lakes, but deliberately hides his identity, dressed in plain, unsmiling, Chen Ping’s time. I also saw a master who is very likely to be a martial art. He is accompanied by a young woman wearing a skullcap. He can't see his face, but his body is graceful and should be a beautiful woman.

Unconsciously, Chen Pingan began to look at the world with another perspective.

At the heart of the temple, the temple is now sparsely pilgrim, mostly on the neighborhood of the age, so the monks and shame in the temple are all frowning.

The reason why Chen Pingan has recently been diligent, the main reason is that he feels that the old host is coming.

Today, the old man knows that Chen Ping is coming, and he waited in the corridor of a partial hall.

Put two Psyllium round seats and the two sit opposite each other.

Seeing Chen Ping’s words and endings, Laojiao opened the door and smiled and said: "The Baihe Temple has a real golden body in the abbots of the past. It is not like the outside rumors. It is a liar. It does not need to kill a thousand-year history of Baihe Temple. ”

I saw it well.

But the premise is that the old monk first saw evil.

The old monk smiled again: "After the impoverished death, I was thinking about burning a few relics, so I would add some incense to this temple. It seems to be difficult now, and I have to deliberately conceal it for a while."

Chen Pingan wondered: "Is this also the cause and effect of Buddhism?"

The old man nodded: "Nature, put it in a Nanyuan country capital city, Baihe Temple and Xinxiang Temple have never intersected, it seems that the cause and effect are vague, but it is not, in the Dharma, the big land is big, it is silky Implicated."

This is the first time that the old man said "Dharma" in front of Chen Pingan.

The old man hesitated and smiled. "In fact, there are causalities between the two temples. It is just too subtle and subtle. Too small... The barren is not sure to say it, and the donor needs his own experience."

The two chatted, without a single glance, the old man used to be beaten by the little savior, chatting about the trivial things in the temple, and hanging Chen Pingyi aside, Chen Pingan often brought a few bamboo slips or a book, reading Lettering doesn't feel rude.

Today, Chen Ping did not bring a book, but brought a slender bamboo slip and a small knife.

Chen Pingan never tires of the old, the knife is still the original purchase of the jade card, the store gave away.

The old man talked about it today. Regarding the Dharma, he wouldn’t mention more water. He would talk more casually than before. The chess and calligraphy paintings, the emperors will be the same, the soldiers will be pawned, the families will be a few, and they will say something casually. general.

Time is long.

Lao Xiaoxiao asked: "Can a literati and an official who has been sinister and ruined for a long time, can write a beautiful hand and a poem?"

Chen Ping thought for a moment and nodded. "Can."

"A famous celebrity and famous star who has a history in history, will there be any sinfulness and defects that they don't know?"

"some."

Lao Xiao smiled and said: "To confront you, everything is going to extremes. It is most reasonable to say that I want to do everything. I am afraid that once I have a bad relationship with others, I will not see it at all. On the temple, the party fights, even It is a party struggle that is regarded as a dispute of a gentleman by later generations. Why is it that the murder of the gentleman is extremely wrong? It is also wrong in these matters."

The old man continued: "But if you want to be weak in the party, you will be very weak when you talk about this party. Most of them will die very badly. It is really no wonder that those who have been officials are official. If so, can you say that it is poor? A call, a circle, all nonsense? Why do you want to say?"

Chen Pingan smiled and shook his head. "There is an old gentleman who told me a similar truth. He taught me to think about everything. Even if I think about a big circle, I wander back to the original point. Although it takes a lot of effort, in the long run, Still useful."

The old man nodded gratifiedly. "This gentleman, there is a university to ask."

Chen Ping’s fingers rubbed the green bamboo slippery, and whispered: “The old gentleman is drunk, drunk, and seems to be asking me, but actually I’m asking everyone, he’s like this. Said, how many books have been read, dare to say that this world is 'like this', how many people have seen, dare to say that men and women are 'like this kind of virtue'? How many peace and suffering you have seen with your own eyes, dare to assert others Good and evil?"

The old man sighed: "This gentleman, certainly will not live easily."

Chen Pingan suddenly remembered something and always thought about it. He curiously asked: "Was the Buddha really advocate "putting down the knife to become a Buddha?"

The old man smiled and said: "Before answering, the poor have a question first. Do you think that this statement is scary, and don't open up, but chewing it, always feel that it is a shortcut, not a Fa-rectification?"

Chen Pingan scratched his head. "I have never read the usual Dharma. I know if it is the Fa-rectification."

The old man laughed and laughed. "Let's put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha. The world only looks at the shortcuts. It's ridiculous. I don't know the real mystery. It's that the 'snake knife is in my hand'. It means 'knowing evil', the world is full, many people are evil. Without knowing evil, many people know evil and evil. In the end, there is a **** butcher knife in their hands, which is different in weight. If you can really let go, it is not a good thing to turn back from here."

The old man said a little farther. "The Zen is awesome, and the outsiders still feel surprised. In fact, they are hard-working before the enlightenment. The ordinary people can't see it. They don't want to do it when they see it. It is difficult to become a Buddha. Of course it is difficult. It is hard to know the Dharma, it is even harder to obey the law, protect the law and pass the law. But..."

The old man suddenly stopped talking and sighed. "There is no ‘but’. Since there is a poor man to the Buddha, he can’t do it. Why do you want to tell you so far?”

Chen Pingan smiled and said: "But it is no problem, the reason is far, let me not go and not, I can know that it is there, it is also a good thing."

The old man waved his hand and said, "There is a good time to rest for a while, and a cup of tea moisturizes the scorpion, and it is smoking."

The old man shouted, not far from a fine house, there was a little shame who seemed to bow down and chanted, and suddenly opened his eyes. After hearing the words of the old man, he quickly took two bowls of tea to the abbot and guests. .

Not far from there is a towering tree, densely shaded, parked with a small yellow scorpion, a little bit sly.

Chen Pingan drinks tea fast, and the old man drinks tea slowly.

Chen Pingan smiled and handed the tea bowl back to Xiao Sha Mi. The old man had not yet drunk half a bowl. Chen Pingan lowered his head and picked up the bamboo slip. The left and right ends had a trace of imperceptible marks.

Chen Pingan looked left and right to see the two ends.

Bamboo slips are like a small ruler.

The old man finished the tea, turned his head and looked around. In the hot summer days, the sun was roasting in the sun, and the world was very cool, and he said intermittently.

"In the era of the end of the law, the people of the world, such as the grass of the drought, are dry and innocent."

"The reason is still to talk about it."

"Dharma is the truth of the monks. Etiquette is the truth of Confucianism. Dao Fa is the truth of Taoist priests. In fact, it is not bad. Why do you stick to the portal? If you are right, you will take it and eat it into your stomach."

Chen Ping’s gaze removed from the bamboo slip, looked up and smiled and nodded: "Yes."

The old man looked at the temple courtyard outside the railing of the corridor. "This world has always owed a good man. How can it be right or wrong? It’s just that we don’t go far to get to the point. You can talk about it, even deliberately reverse black and white. But there are counts in my heart. It’s a pity that there are more helpless things in the world, more and more wise people, and more like a lotus person. They often like to be ridiculous, deny pure goodwill, and hate the sincerity of others."

"Chen Ping, how do you see the world, how the world will look at you."

Then the old man took more than one move, as if repeating: "You look at it, it is also watching you."

Chen Pingan thought about it and felt reasonable, but did not think deeply.

Today, the old man said a lot of words, and Chen Pingan is a person who is willing to seriously consider it, so for a while, he has not followed the old man to such a distant place.

The old man suddenly smiled brilliantly: "Chen Shizhu, today's old man, this is a good reason, is it okay?"

Chen Ping’s heart was a little sad and smiled. “It’s very good.”

Lao Xiaoxiao asked: "Before I heard you talk about the ‘sequential’, ‘size’ ‘good and evil’, the old man still wants to listen again.”

For the first time, Chen Pingan said that he was dredged, but the truth and truthfulness are always more and more clear. If a mirror is wiped from time to time, the dust will be wiped out.

There is a sequence of right or wrong, first clear the order, do not skip, just talk about the truth that you want to say.

Right and wrong are still small and small, with one, two or even more rulers to measure the size, these rulers can be all the world's Fa-rectification, good law, legal law, Confucian etiquette, the operator's calculations, can borrow one use. The law of the bottom line, high morality, local folk customs, precise calculations, will be involved, can not be generalized, delved into, extremely complicated and laborious.

After that, it was the final decision on good and evil.

Invisible, human nature is the battle of good and evil, so it is no longer an insurmountable danger for scholars, because this is the last thing to talk about, not the beginning of reading, you need to make the first decision. Something.

Finally, there is a "line".

To educate the people, the Bodhisattva spreads the heart of the world, and the purity of the body is pure and clean.

The old man looked calm and heard Chen’s remarks. He folded his hands and bowed his head: “Amitabha.”

Chen Ping looked at the little yellow dragonfly that was parked on the cornice. It was looking at the small sands that cleaned the temple.

Chen Pingan regained his sight, and the old man smiled and said: "The temple is not there, the monks are there, the monks are absent, the scriptures are in, the scriptures are not there, the Buddha is here, the Buddha is not there, and the Buddhism is still there. It is the heart of the temple without a monk, leaving nothing. In this book, as long as there is a Dharma in the mind, the heart of the temple is still there."

The old man turned his head and looked at the quiet courtyard again. Only the small sand was sweeping the rustling sound.

The old man looked blurred and muttered: "The barren seems to have seen a lotus flower in the world."

Chen Pingan is silent.

The old man lowered his head and his lips moved slightly. "Go, too."

In the distance, Xiaosha looked at the corridor and looked at him with a broom. He complained to the old man, "Master, the sun is so big, can I clean it later, and I will be hot."

Chen Pingan turned his head and pointed to the old man who seemed to sleep and snoring. Then he extended his finger and snorted.

Xiao Shaiya quickly snorted, then stole music, haha, I love to be lazy, the original Master also loves to sleep.

He slammed his feet and went to the hall to enjoy the cold. The little yellow cockroach daring and flew to the shoulders of Xiaosha, Xiaosha stunned, deliberately turned his head and made a face to it, scared the little scorpion and flew away. The little sand that stayed alone touched the bald head and was awkward.

On the round seat of Pucao in the corridor, the old man was dead and kept in a loose sitting position.

It seems to be a spirit for this small world.

Chen Pingan did not think of a word from the land platform.

People die and sleep.