Chapter 375
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Mu Xiao San Sheng
"Amitabha."
The old monk stood on one side, and the memories of the past flooded in like a tide, and he couldn't stop it at all.If it weren't for his great accomplishment in Buddhism, I'm afraid his mind would be unstable.
After taking his seat, the old monk did not drink tea immediately, but looked at Liu Nansheng quietly.
The two were silent and looked at each other.
I don't know how long it took before the old monk opened his mouth, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
"After all these years, we can finally sit down and talk."
Liu Nansheng had waited tens of thousands of years for this day.
For ten thousand years!
Youth is gone, flowing away from the fingertips, and will never come back.
"It was a poor monk who broke his promise back then, and I am ashamed of you. If you have complaints in your heart, just let them be dealt with."
The old monk's words are really not polite.
As long as Liu Nansheng's words do not violate the conscience of heaven and earth, the old monk will do it no matter what.If the matter of Buddhism is arranged, this life will be taken by her.
"I want you to return to vulgarity, can you do it?"
Liu Nansheng said very seriously.
Hearing this, the old monk was taken aback, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.
"Just kidding." Liu Nansheng laughed suddenly, alleviating the embarrassing atmosphere: "Now I am the Holy Master of the Ewha Palace, there is no need to give up everything for you, an old monk, to ruin my face, and be ridiculed by the world."
The old monk smiled and did not answer.
If you miss it, you really missed it, and there is no chance to come again.
He is the master of Buddhism and has great responsibilities.
She is the Lord of Pear Blossoms, so she needs to consider many aspects.
The two represented the faces of their respective forces, unlike back then.
"You...don't blame the poor monk?"
Taking a deep look at Liu Nansheng, the old monk didn't see any trace of hatred, and was slightly puzzled.
"There's nothing wrong with fate."
Liu Nansheng took a sip of tea and said softly.
"Back then, the poor monk refused to see you. Please forgive me for the unspeakable concealment."
In the past, Liu Nansheng stood outside the Buddhist gate and waited for [-] years, but he didn't see the old monk, and left with ashes.
Whenever he thinks of this matter, the old monk feels a twinge of pain deep in his heart.
It's not that the poor monk is heartless, it's that the poor monk is afraid that the newly reshaped Buddha's heart will be broken just because he sees you again.
If there is no such demon head, the poor monk is willing to give up everything to be with you.
Unfortunately, there is no if.
"I know the cause and effect, understandable."
Liu Nansheng said calmly.
In fact, the old monk would rather be scolded by Liu Nansheng, or even beaten, than see Liu Nansheng so calm.
A woman who can touch the old monk's heartstrings is naturally superior and considerate.
The more this happened, the more the old monk felt sorry for her.
Ugh!
The two are destined to have nothing to do with each other, and it is destined that they will not be able to walk together in this life, maybe this is fate!
"Tea, a bit bitter."
The old monk took a drink and commented.
"really."
Liu Nansheng also took a sip and said.
The picture seems to go back to the past. In the small teahouse, the two met for the first time.
The little monk drank the tea, smiled and said, "It's sweet and delicious, thank you, the benefactor."
"It's rare for such a small place to have such tea."
The girl also found the tea sweet and very appetizing.
Tea, or that cup of tea.
People, but they are no longer the people they used to be.
The tea is still the same, with endless aftertaste.
What is bitter is not tea, but life.
Since there is no fate, why should we meet again?
God this thief, really makes people feel uncomfortable!
The old monk left, and Liu Nansheng also left.
On the top of the mountain, there are only a few wisps of tea fragrance remaining here, which drift to the distance with the cold wind, and the wind is still mixed with unspeakable thoughts.
.........
Qingzong.
Chen Qingyuan and Fang Qingyun made some preparations and planned to set off for the Northern Wilderness.
This kind of thing should be done sooner rather than later, and there must be no delay.
"Grandpa, we're off."
Chen Qingyuan shouted loudly towards the hall.
"Well, safe travels."
Dugu Changkong sits here and cannot move lightly, and there are still many things to deal with.
Library Pavilion, residence of disciples, Martial Arts Hall, Hall of Enlightenment, etc.
Dugu Changkong is doing the work of hundreds of people by himself, trying to make the next generation less pressure and grow up as soon as possible.
Accompanied by nephew Fang Qingyun, Chen Qingyuan directly crossed the chaotic sea of stars without buying a ticket at all, and the speed was extremely fast.
In the blink of an eye, he passed through a star field.
The Mahayana monks opened the way faster than countless warships.
Taking Chen Qingyuan on the road, Fang Qingyun's consumption was relatively large, and he spent a lot of spiritual stones to replenish the spiritual energy in his body.
Now that Qingzong has received a wave of gifts, the treasury has a lot of resources, which cannot be used up in a short time.Therefore, Fang Qingyun didn't have to worry about resource issues, and only took a short break each time before setting off in a hurry.
"Old Fang, why don't we slow down and take the warship of the nearby chamber of commerce."
Chen Qingyuan felt distressed when he saw that Fang Qingyun had to spend a lot of spirit stones to travel, which was much more expensive than the boat ticket.
"It's not necessary."
Fang Qingyun has wanted to find the roots of the Qingzong all his life, and this time he can finally go to the main line of the Qingzong. No one can understand his urgency.
After many days, the two finally returned to the Fuliu Star Field in the Northern Wilderness.
When approaching Xuanqingzong, Fang Qingyun suddenly stopped.
"what happened?"
Chen Qingyuan thought something was wrong.
"Arrange your clothes."
Going to the main vein, Fang Qingyun was very excited, joyful and eager.The more this time, the more attention should be paid to appearance.
"..."
You are usually very casual, but now you are paying attention to your personal image.
Chen Qingyuan had no choice but to stand aside and wait without urging.
Half an hour later, Fang Qingyun finished tidying up, it seemed like a different person.
She was dressed in a dark purple gown, and her long black and white hair was tied tightly with a wooden hairpin, making it as smooth as water.The beard around the mouth was trimmed, neat and orderly, very neat.
I don't know where the original rag shoes went, and I replaced them with a pair of very clean boots.
"Uncle, let's go!"
Fang Qingyun seemed to be a thousand years younger, his eyes were bright, and he was looking forward to it.
"Old Fang, you are going in the wrong direction, this way."
Looking at Fang Qingyun who was walking forward, Chen Qingyuan stood in place and pointed to the other side.
"Oh, sorry."
Fang Qingyun quickly turned around and smiled awkwardly.
Afterwards, Fang Qingyun grabbed Chen Qingyuan's shoulder and disappeared with a "whoosh".
The uncle walks too slowly, let the nephew take you for a ride!
Although Chen Qingyuan couldn't understand why Fang Qingyun was so excited and happy, he could understand it.
The floating cloud wanderer has lived in a daze for tens of thousands of years.Now that I have found the root, it is like seeing a faint light in the dark, and the feelings in my heart cannot be described in words.
"This is the main vein of the Qing Sect."
When Fang Qingyun saw the scenery of Xuanqingzong, it was very ordinary, even far inferior to the appearance of the third-rate forces in Dizhou.
However, in his eyes, every part of Xuanqingzong is full of aura, without the slightest contempt, and awe-inspiring.
Involuntarily, tears appeared in Fang Qingyun's eyes.
Chen Qingyuan saw this scene, and said, "Old Fang, don't be dazed, we're home."
Home......
When Fang Qingyun heard this word, his soul trembled slightly.
From now on, I don't have to wander around anymore.
Qingzong is the home.
The old monk stood on one side, and the memories of the past flooded in like a tide, and he couldn't stop it at all.If it weren't for his great accomplishment in Buddhism, I'm afraid his mind would be unstable.
After taking his seat, the old monk did not drink tea immediately, but looked at Liu Nansheng quietly.
The two were silent and looked at each other.
I don't know how long it took before the old monk opened his mouth, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, and he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
"After all these years, we can finally sit down and talk."
Liu Nansheng had waited tens of thousands of years for this day.
For ten thousand years!
Youth is gone, flowing away from the fingertips, and will never come back.
"It was a poor monk who broke his promise back then, and I am ashamed of you. If you have complaints in your heart, just let them be dealt with."
The old monk's words are really not polite.
As long as Liu Nansheng's words do not violate the conscience of heaven and earth, the old monk will do it no matter what.If the matter of Buddhism is arranged, this life will be taken by her.
"I want you to return to vulgarity, can you do it?"
Liu Nansheng said very seriously.
Hearing this, the old monk was taken aback, opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.
"Just kidding." Liu Nansheng laughed suddenly, alleviating the embarrassing atmosphere: "Now I am the Holy Master of the Ewha Palace, there is no need to give up everything for you, an old monk, to ruin my face, and be ridiculed by the world."
The old monk smiled and did not answer.
If you miss it, you really missed it, and there is no chance to come again.
He is the master of Buddhism and has great responsibilities.
She is the Lord of Pear Blossoms, so she needs to consider many aspects.
The two represented the faces of their respective forces, unlike back then.
"You...don't blame the poor monk?"
Taking a deep look at Liu Nansheng, the old monk didn't see any trace of hatred, and was slightly puzzled.
"There's nothing wrong with fate."
Liu Nansheng took a sip of tea and said softly.
"Back then, the poor monk refused to see you. Please forgive me for the unspeakable concealment."
In the past, Liu Nansheng stood outside the Buddhist gate and waited for [-] years, but he didn't see the old monk, and left with ashes.
Whenever he thinks of this matter, the old monk feels a twinge of pain deep in his heart.
It's not that the poor monk is heartless, it's that the poor monk is afraid that the newly reshaped Buddha's heart will be broken just because he sees you again.
If there is no such demon head, the poor monk is willing to give up everything to be with you.
Unfortunately, there is no if.
"I know the cause and effect, understandable."
Liu Nansheng said calmly.
In fact, the old monk would rather be scolded by Liu Nansheng, or even beaten, than see Liu Nansheng so calm.
A woman who can touch the old monk's heartstrings is naturally superior and considerate.
The more this happened, the more the old monk felt sorry for her.
Ugh!
The two are destined to have nothing to do with each other, and it is destined that they will not be able to walk together in this life, maybe this is fate!
"Tea, a bit bitter."
The old monk took a drink and commented.
"really."
Liu Nansheng also took a sip and said.
The picture seems to go back to the past. In the small teahouse, the two met for the first time.
The little monk drank the tea, smiled and said, "It's sweet and delicious, thank you, the benefactor."
"It's rare for such a small place to have such tea."
The girl also found the tea sweet and very appetizing.
Tea, or that cup of tea.
People, but they are no longer the people they used to be.
The tea is still the same, with endless aftertaste.
What is bitter is not tea, but life.
Since there is no fate, why should we meet again?
God this thief, really makes people feel uncomfortable!
The old monk left, and Liu Nansheng also left.
On the top of the mountain, there are only a few wisps of tea fragrance remaining here, which drift to the distance with the cold wind, and the wind is still mixed with unspeakable thoughts.
.........
Qingzong.
Chen Qingyuan and Fang Qingyun made some preparations and planned to set off for the Northern Wilderness.
This kind of thing should be done sooner rather than later, and there must be no delay.
"Grandpa, we're off."
Chen Qingyuan shouted loudly towards the hall.
"Well, safe travels."
Dugu Changkong sits here and cannot move lightly, and there are still many things to deal with.
Library Pavilion, residence of disciples, Martial Arts Hall, Hall of Enlightenment, etc.
Dugu Changkong is doing the work of hundreds of people by himself, trying to make the next generation less pressure and grow up as soon as possible.
Accompanied by nephew Fang Qingyun, Chen Qingyuan directly crossed the chaotic sea of stars without buying a ticket at all, and the speed was extremely fast.
In the blink of an eye, he passed through a star field.
The Mahayana monks opened the way faster than countless warships.
Taking Chen Qingyuan on the road, Fang Qingyun's consumption was relatively large, and he spent a lot of spiritual stones to replenish the spiritual energy in his body.
Now that Qingzong has received a wave of gifts, the treasury has a lot of resources, which cannot be used up in a short time.Therefore, Fang Qingyun didn't have to worry about resource issues, and only took a short break each time before setting off in a hurry.
"Old Fang, why don't we slow down and take the warship of the nearby chamber of commerce."
Chen Qingyuan felt distressed when he saw that Fang Qingyun had to spend a lot of spirit stones to travel, which was much more expensive than the boat ticket.
"It's not necessary."
Fang Qingyun has wanted to find the roots of the Qingzong all his life, and this time he can finally go to the main line of the Qingzong. No one can understand his urgency.
After many days, the two finally returned to the Fuliu Star Field in the Northern Wilderness.
When approaching Xuanqingzong, Fang Qingyun suddenly stopped.
"what happened?"
Chen Qingyuan thought something was wrong.
"Arrange your clothes."
Going to the main vein, Fang Qingyun was very excited, joyful and eager.The more this time, the more attention should be paid to appearance.
"..."
You are usually very casual, but now you are paying attention to your personal image.
Chen Qingyuan had no choice but to stand aside and wait without urging.
Half an hour later, Fang Qingyun finished tidying up, it seemed like a different person.
She was dressed in a dark purple gown, and her long black and white hair was tied tightly with a wooden hairpin, making it as smooth as water.The beard around the mouth was trimmed, neat and orderly, very neat.
I don't know where the original rag shoes went, and I replaced them with a pair of very clean boots.
"Uncle, let's go!"
Fang Qingyun seemed to be a thousand years younger, his eyes were bright, and he was looking forward to it.
"Old Fang, you are going in the wrong direction, this way."
Looking at Fang Qingyun who was walking forward, Chen Qingyuan stood in place and pointed to the other side.
"Oh, sorry."
Fang Qingyun quickly turned around and smiled awkwardly.
Afterwards, Fang Qingyun grabbed Chen Qingyuan's shoulder and disappeared with a "whoosh".
The uncle walks too slowly, let the nephew take you for a ride!
Although Chen Qingyuan couldn't understand why Fang Qingyun was so excited and happy, he could understand it.
The floating cloud wanderer has lived in a daze for tens of thousands of years.Now that I have found the root, it is like seeing a faint light in the dark, and the feelings in my heart cannot be described in words.
"This is the main vein of the Qing Sect."
When Fang Qingyun saw the scenery of Xuanqingzong, it was very ordinary, even far inferior to the appearance of the third-rate forces in Dizhou.
However, in his eyes, every part of Xuanqingzong is full of aura, without the slightest contempt, and awe-inspiring.
Involuntarily, tears appeared in Fang Qingyun's eyes.
Chen Qingyuan saw this scene, and said, "Old Fang, don't be dazed, we're home."
Home......
When Fang Qingyun heard this word, his soul trembled slightly.
From now on, I don't have to wander around anymore.
Qingzong is the home.
