My wife is the sect leader

A large group of people rushed towards Jishi hall in a hurry, Niu Fu at the front was striding towards the hall with An Jing's body on his back.

"What!? Dr. An is dead?"

When the teahouse clerk heard this, he froze immediately.

"Girl Sandalwood..."

As soon as Niu Fu entered the door, he saw Tan Yun standing in front of the counter.

"Uncle..."

When Tan Yun saw An Jing behind Niu Fu, it was as if a thunder had exploded in his heart, and he was stunned.

There was a trace of redness in Niu Fu's eyes, "Dr. Xiao'an was walking on the street, and for some reason suddenly... hey, sorry."

"Doctor Xiao An is a good man."

"It's true that good people don't get rewarded in this world. A person like him should have a long life."

Everyone sighed, and some had tears in their eyes.

"Hurry up and write a letter to your lady, let her come back soon." Niu Fu sighed, and then put An Jing's body down.

At this moment, Tan Yun's whole mind was blank, and he stood there blankly, as if he hadn't heard Niu Fu's words.

How could she not know the reason for the sudden death?

It must be Jiang Shang who killed my uncle.

The top grandmaster made a move, how could he survive?

"Let's go, let's go."

Niu Fu saw the people surrounding him and said, "Let Dr. An's family calm down."

The neighbors shook their heads and sighed, and then dispersed.

"Niu Fu, I want you to do something for me."

After a long while, Tan Yun opened his mouth to speak.

Niu Fu said: "Just say it."

Tears welled up in Tan Yun's eyes and he said in a low voice: "I want you to go to Faxi Temple, and ask the Buddhist monk to come and let him take care of my uncle's funeral."

Niu Fu paused, then sighed: "Okay, I'll go now."

Miss Zhao's family has gone back to visit relatives, and she doesn't know when she will be back. It may be too late when she comes back to make arrangements for the funeral.

Then Niu Fu hurried out of the door.

"Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"

At this moment, Little Heizai ran over and licked An Jing who was lying on the ground.

Tan Yun squatted down slowly, looking at the familiar face.

That feeling was uncomfortable, just like when her mother died, her heart was very empty, as if there was nothing left.

"Uncle, you are too stingy." "Although I am a little maid, I still have to talk about it. I can't be so stingy."

"Uncle, Xiaoyun has something unfeeling, please don't know whether to say it or not."

"Uncle, then I did it for you for nothing."

"Uncle, I will definitely repay you."

"I listen to my uncle in everything."

"Who said I was lazy, I just went...just to see the little black boy, to see if it is dead..."

"If I lie, I'll let little Heizai strike me five times a day!"

"Grandpa, what cakes did you bring?"

........

Scenes of the past were printed before my eyes, as if it just happened yesterday, but then everything turned into a passing cloud.

"Uncle...you can never buy me pastries again."

Tan Yun gently tugged on An Jing's shirt, choked up, "I will never be lazy again, my lord."

No matter what she said, An Jing lay motionless on the ground.

Thinking back to the past, every time Tan Yun was troubled and unhappy by himself, he would talk to An Jing.

Since then, she could no longer feel this kind of comfort. She sat blankly on the threshold, holding her curled legs with both hands, with sadness and longing solidified between her brows, her usually shining eyes dimmed, and her nose was sour.

A stream of clear tears came out of her eyes, flowed to the corner of her mouth and got into her mouth, it was a salty feeling, she pursed her lips, but couldn't control herself anymore, let the tears rush wildly, she covered her face and cried bitterly.

"woo woo woo woo......."

In Jishi Hall, only the sound of Tan Yun sobbing.

"Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"

Little Heizai kept shouting and bouncing up and down, and then walked up to An Jing and licked it.

If it had been like this before, it would have received a lot of scolding, but today nothing happened.

"No, I can't cry."

Tan Yun wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I have to tell Miss the news quickly, and I have to leave here as soon as possible."

Jiang Shang is an extremely dangerous person, a complete lunatic, no one knows if he will kill himself.

"I'm going to find Master!"

The first thing Tan Yun thought of was not Zhao Qingmei, but Li Fuzhou who was going to Yujing City.

"Yes, I'm going to find Master."

Tan Yun wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, then looked at An Jing who was lying on the ground: "Master, I'm leaving, I'm leaving here..."

When Tan Yun said this, he couldn't help but burst into tears again.

She thought she would never cry again, but now she knew that when the sadness and pain reached the extreme, the tears flowed down involuntarily.

Glancing at the familiar Jishitang, the counters, chairs, plants and trees here...

And An Jing on the ground, Tan Yun felt very reluctant, as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out.

"Little Heizi, I have to go."

Tan Yun touched Xiao Heizai's head, and said softly: "If there is a chance in the future, we might see each other again."

"Wang Wang! Wang Wang!"

Little Heizai kept calling, as if he felt that today was unusual.

"Uncle..."

Tan Yun didn't dare to look at An Jing who was lying on the ground, turned around and said: "I'm leaving, I will definitely come back to see you later, I can't deal with your funeral, Han Butou will take care of you later aftermath."

As Tan Yun spoke, he walked towards the outside of the hall.

"Wang Wang Wang!"

Little Heizai followed as usual.

When Tan Yun walked to the door, his footsteps stopped, and he still couldn't help but look back at An Jing who was lying on the ground, then took off his outer shirt and covered An Jing.

"Uncle...Uncle...I really left, I will definitely come back."

Tan Yun's tears kept flowing, and blood was bitten from his lips.

After finishing speaking, she strode out of the hall, not daring to look back.

"Wow!" "Wow!"

Little Heizai followed quickly, but by the time it ran out the door, Tan Yun had already disappeared.

This life is short and rarely complete.

.......

Faxi Temple, Hall of Asking the Heart.

A monk was cleaning with a broom, and then wiped the Buddha statue in the Hall of Asking Heart.

"Um!?"

At this moment, the monk was startled when he saw the Wenxin futon, and said, "Why is there a hole in this Wenxin futon?"

Picking up the questioning futon, I saw a hole in the center of the futon, as if pierced by something hard.

At this moment, a figure quietly prepared to slip into the Hall of Questioning Heart.

"Uncle rebooting sex!"

When the monk saw the visitor, he hurriedly said respectfully.

The entire Faxi Temple knew that the person in front of him was Jie Se, the disciple of Fawu, who presides over Faxi Temple.

Han Wenxin laughed twice, "Huixin, are you cleaning the Hall of Asking Heart today?"

"Yes."

The monk named Huixin said strangely: "I don't know why, but there is a hole in the Wenxin futon..."

Han Wenxin's eyes widened, and after taking a few glances, he said, "This hole is quite big, not bad."

"Uncle, don't worry."

Huixin said slowly: "It's not that big, just let Hui Chong make up for it tomorrow."

The corners of Han Wenxin's mouth twitched, and then he said angrily: "I heard that Senior Brother Jie Chen has something to ask for you."

"Looking for me?" Hui Xin said with a troubled face: "But I haven't cleaned this place yet... Forget it, I will clean it again later."

Han Wenxin said: "Leave it to me, and I will clean it for you."

"This... how can this work?"

Hui Xin hurriedly said.

"It doesn't matter, I'm fine anyway, you go quickly, Senior Brother Jie'an must be looking for you for some urgent matter, it's not good if you go late."

"Then trouble the rebooting master."

Huixin was grateful, she didn't expect that this uncle who just came here not long ago turned out to be such a kind person.

Hearing the word 'rebooting', Han Wenxin's face darkened, and he quickly waved his hands and said, "Go, go, go."

Hui Xin didn't dare to delay any longer, she hastily put down the things in her hands and walked out of the hall.

After seeing Huixin leave, Han Wenxin suddenly smiled.

"This ruined temple has no fun on weekdays, and I still don't let me go down the mountain. After waiting for a year, I will definitely return to vulgarity... I hope the gun will not rust by then."

Just when Han Wenxin was about to sit on the Wenxin futon, there was a voice outside the door.

"Quit sex! Stop sex!"

"Who is interrupting my happy hour again?"

Han Wenxin muttered, and then responded with great reluctance: "What's the matter?"

I saw Jie Chen hurried in, "Jie Se, do you still remember the doctor who came with you?"

Han Wenxin said: "I know, that is my half-brother."

"The doctor died suddenly."

"What did you say?"

"The doctor died suddenly on the street today."

Han Wenxin waved his hand and smiled: "Impossible, that dog day said it himself, since ten years ago, he has paid attention to the way of self-cultivation, eating wolfberry, rehmannia glutinosa, and poria cocos as food, how could he die?"

Others don't know about An Jing, but he knows it very well. He pays attention to his health on weekdays, and those two waists are made of iron.

Jie Chen clasped his hands together, and said with a serious face: "This matter is true. The doctor suddenly fell down on the street and was out of breath. Now the city of Yuzhou knows about this matter. It is said that a toothpaste came to the temple specially. Let me tell you the news and let you go."

"You...you didn't read the joke?"

Han Wenxin saw Jie Chen's expression, and in Lenovo, Jie Chen is not a person who knows how to joke.