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Master Ming Wu slightly wrinkled his eyebrows: "Just as a virtue, no more disturbing the children of Liu family."

"I didn't have the grass to remove the roots. It was already the kindness of the mourning family. Now let her live, how is it still? But, thanks to you, otherwise the grief does not know, the famous Liu, who is a woman, is the woman of the old man. You said, is it useful or useless for those who are buried in your temple?

Because of too much knowledge and too many witnesses, Master Ming has always known that this old friend has left his eyeliner around him.

Five years ago, Liu Wei appeared, and some of them met with each other. After the temple went out of chaos, even if Liu Wei helped each other, the two would only forget their friends.

Until that time, the people of the Liu family received Liu Liu, and the master of Ming Wu knew that, oh, it was awkward.

Liu Wei, actually the daughter of that person.

Master Ming Wu also understands that I am afraid that when I know Liu Wei’s identity, when is it too embarrassing to know, the Taisang Niangniang has been monitoring herself for decades, and in the end, she has found useful things.

This matter, blame yourself.

After returning to the temple, he set the rules for opening the door for the first fifteenth party, but it was only a matter of ruining it. It was too late.

But there have been make up, it is better than pretending not to know, confused.

Suddenly sighed, Master Ming Wu was really regretting at the moment, himself, really should not block the palm of this person, or that day, he should not go to Guanyuan Temple.

Now think about it, Guanyuan Temple hosted a gift, which may not be simple.

The biggest difference between the Imperial Temple and the local small temple is that the Emperor Temple valued more, but it is the identity of the believer, while the local small temple is a convenient door to open, and the visitor is a guest.

"Cough and cough..."

Probably the mood was too chaotic, Master Ming Wu only felt the throat dry, and suddenly coughed.

Ning Taiqi wrinkled his frown and endured it. He did not hold back and reached out to make him smooth.

Master Ming Wu raised his hand and blocked the movements of the Taiji. His face was pale and white: "I don't work too hard for the lady's drive."

Ning Taiyu started, paused for a long while, and asked: "The mourner will return to the palace tomorrow, and you have nothing to say, you want to talk to the mourner?"

Master Ming Wu took a painful chest and waited for the conscious breathing to be smooth. He said: "I just want to be too arrogant, don't want to be wrong."

"Over the years, have you still felt that you have made a mistake in your family? Well, in this case, the mourners need not say much, say more, and it is unintentional!"

When Ning Taizhen walked, he was obviously angry.

Master Ming Wu did not care, only waited for the Zen door to be re-closed, only to look up, staring at the roof beam, only feeling exhausted.

I’ve been awake for a long time on the table, blinking, rubbing my eyes, turning back, looking at the subconscious pilgrimage, but seeing Master’s eyes squinting, some surprised asked: “Master, are you awake?”

"Yeah." Master Ming Wu looked at the little apprentice and said: "Go back to sleep, don't want to catch cold."

Gu Wen shook his head: "No, the younger brother said that Master is very sick. The disciple must be accompanied by a peace of mind. Master can sleep, and the disciple is guarding you."

Xiao Guwen said that righteous words and rhetoric, but also some puzzled, he only knows that the spirit is still good, although the fake, but did not really sleep, how the look is half-hearted, in a flash, actually actually slept?

Scratching the bald head, Gu Wen secretly swears, but he can't close his eyes again for a while. If Master is really in the middle of the night, he will sleep and die, who will serve.

Master Ming Wu did not persuade him. After just one thing, he could not sleep anymore.

The vicissitudes of the old man can not help but think of many things before, such as before his door was destroyed, and then, for example, Ning Taizhen has not yet entered the palace.

The past is like a cigarette, and the age is old.

Recalling again, I feel that I am not waiting for people.

It’s vivid.

Perhaps, you should not hide it again. Some old things should be allowed to show it. After all, it’s sloppy, tiring, and tired.

This stay, until the middle of the night, Master Ming Wu sleeps intermittently.

When I woke up on the second day, Master Ming Wu let Gu Wen go to Liu Wei.

The answer was: "The younger brothers have already gone down the mountain."

A master of Ming Wu.

Gu Wendao: "This morning, the younger brothers went down the mountain. At that time, Master did not wake up. The younger brother told me not to disturb Master. The younger brother said that he would come back in two days. On these two days, there are some things to do. Stayed for a while and nursed for Master."

The master of Ming Wu was indulged in depression, and the face of the vicissitudes of life showed a hint of helplessness.

On the official road in the suburbs of Beijing, Liu Wei was sitting lazily in the carriage, holding his head and still reading the Sanskrit.

Rong Ling was accompanied by Liu Wei. In his hand, he held the black wooden nail, but it was not the rune on the wooden nail, but the texture of the wood.

It is not sandalwood, not fragrant wood, not eucalyptus, not purple wood, black lacquered, and it is not too much for charcoal, but it is not like wood.

"It is Jiaomu." Liu Wei turned a page of books, seeing Rong Ling still sees fascination, and said: "The coke grows in the west, the most in the southwest, the southwesters use charcoal to burn, the coke is dry, flammable, compared to other The moisture in the trees, the least moisture in the coke, is easy to store and easy to use."

Rong Ling listened calmly and asked: "So, the origin of this nail is the southwest?"

"Maybe." Liu Weidao: "But the person who made this nail is not necessarily the one who used it, and it has been a long time to look at the imprint of this rune. I estimate that this wooden nail is afraid for more than ten years. ”

Rong Ling raised his brow.

Liu Wei raised the book in his hand and said: "This page is about the story of the Eight Treasures, whether the story is true or not, but at least mentioned above, there is only one soul."

Rong Ling looked at the page pointed by Liu Wei and said nothing.

Liu Wei smiled: "Can't read?"

Rong Ling does not say anything.

"I don't understand Sanskrit, but there are translations." Liu Wei said, and reached out and grabbed a book and handed it to Rong.

Rong Rong took over and saw the words "Wan Gu Jia Hua" on the cover.

These four words, such as the cover notes on the cover of Liu Wei’s hand, are exactly the same.

Rong Rangdao: "Whether there is a translation, why do you still read Sanskrit?"

Liu Wei shrugged: "Learning a foreign language... Moreover, in the end, Sanskrit is the original version. Maybe there is something wrong with the translation. Look, there is no harm."

After Liu Wei finished, he went on to read the book and stopped talking.

When Rong Fang let go of the translation, he saw that the top was recorded, and there was only one soul.

The predecessor of this sacred nail is a phoenix boy, Feng Qi 梧, the ancient sacred beast phoenix squatting on the phoenix tree, the little phoenix tree, got the enze, actually absorbed the phoenix aura, turned into a sycamore essence, a small submerged millennium, after the Buddha After the tree passes, waved and turned, and finally became a Buddha to sit down the boy, listening to the Buddha three thousand a day, gradually possessing humanity and becoming a great spirit.

After the Battle of the Eight Treasures, Wu Tongjing took the initiative to dedicate himself to the life, and saved the life with the fire. The Lingbi life was shrunk on the little sycamore nails, and there was no detachment.

Therefore, the legendary charm of the soul is not just a nail, but an elf, no, it should be a great spirit.

Looking at the inconspicuous broken wood nails in his hand, Rong Ling did not have any thoughts, put it into the cuff, and no longer look at it.

"and many more."

The nail was just put in, and Liu Wei screamed. 2k novel reading network