Foreword:
A serious wound, how long it has passed still faintly pain ...
A heavy past, how long is it still difficult to release ...
Mu Mingrui raised the Panlong Golden Gun, and pushed the crowd away like a beast, click! Just listening to this, the Panlong Golden Gun in the gap in the door pierced the door inside, and he opened the door and rushed into the house.
Lou Ning stood in place with a stunned look, and I didn't know if it was scared or what. In accordance with the laws and regulations of Qingmeng, Mu Mingrui has committed death.
Lou Ning was also the first to slow down, and quickly patted the two. "Hurry up and see, what mess now goes out!"
The two snored like a dream, and followed Lou Ning and walked in.
"You are already a monarch, why can't you let go of his former things?" Just listened to a roar in the house.
"General Mu, please go out!"
"Look at the decadent look now, is it like a monarch?"
"I beg you don't say ..." I begged in the words.
"No, I want to say! What do you want to do?"
There was silence in the room...
Lou Ning and others also entered the house. They saw Qingmeng's yellow muscles lying on the bed thinly. His face had not been washed for a long time, and his hands were weakly hanging on the edge of the bed.
"Who ... who told you to come in?" Qing Meng said weakly.
"Qing Meng, why are you like this?" Ji Dongli asked worriedly, and he brought a hot towel to wipe his face for Qingmeng.
Shi Jingkong came out and said nervously: "The protagonist, both minds, why don't you go to the abbot?
Obviously, Mu Mingrui didn't believe it. An old monk can still let a person who is hurt by the past? How strange.
Qing Meng agreed, but Mu Mingrui was anxious and said, "Are you a bald donkey, do you want Mengzi to be a monk? First ask the Panlong gold gun in my hand and answer!" Speaking, he pierced the Panlong Golden Gun, and he held his hand by Lou Ning. He said, "You think too much!"
"Poor monks have no intention ..." Shi Jingkong was scared to hide behind Ji Dongli, and Ji Dongli scolded him.
"Go ... help me go to Lingyun Temple ..." Qing Meng made his best to get off the bed, and Ji Dongli quickly ran to help. "General Lou and Ji Dongli just go with me, you just stay here."
At the request of Ji Dongli, the three went to a meal of bean bags before going to Lingyun Temple. Several people had just arrived at the door of the temple and found that the old man of the Fang Fang had already closed his hands and stood there to meditate on the Buddhist scriptures.
"I don't know what the master is? Lao Xun has been waiting here for a long time." The old abbot asked first.
"It's really ashamed. I wait for He Dehe to wait for the old abbot to wait here?" Lou Ning said respectfully.
"Hurry up and enter the temple with Lao Xun." The old man of the old man quickly invited the three people to enter the temple. There was still a small monk in tea. In the end, it will sink, and the last tea leaves are floating.
"General Zhang, there is something upset to say to the elders." Lou Ning said.
The dream of clearing the dream, because the past, the damage contained persistence, loss, remorse, and helplessness.
"The protagonist is afraid of something upset?" Lao Fangzhang raised his eyebrows, and continued to say: "If you don't say the trouble, you will be tormented all the time all day."
Qingmeng's body trembled, just wanted to speak, and stopped again.
"If it is said, liberates, if you don't say, like a needle poke ..." Lao Fangzhang smiled to himself.
Qingmeng's various psychological pressure has been accumulated for a long time. After some enlightenment after the old bandic, he finally talked about his own past ...
To be continued…
