The beggar’s eyes kept staring at the top of the tree when he was drinking, the freak who always manicured his nails with a dagger and said nothing.
Seven seemingly laid-back and lazy people are scattered, and it seems out of place for Tieleng to lead the 300-strong riding in the same camp.
However, the negative hand stared at the direction of the Bodhisattva Monastery, and the Lord was obviously not worried about the confusion of morale.
There are clothes in the Woods, and the wind breaks.
Deep into the soft ravine of the beautiful woman, a rare male hand stopped rubbing.
Two women enjoying bliss flushed cheeks smile slowly gathered up.
Chess old man picked up the chess player and stopped halfway.
The lawn beggar finally moved his sight to the top of the tree to get a manicure, and the dagger also paused slightly.
Until a petite man in black fell behind the tears and everything was still again.
If it’s Luo Changfeng, I’m sure I’ll know this familiar black face.
Who is it not the moon phase?
"such as?" Emperor tears did not turn around.
"The seal of Gongtiandong has been broken!" There was a flash of worry in the eyes of the moon phase
Chapter XIV Robbery of the Hospital
Tiandong Baizong Temple, located in the center of Twelve Xingchuan, was worshipped by hundreds of disciples, and nearly 1,000 patriarchs were kneeling in front of it.
At the forefront of the crowd are more than a dozen brothers and sisters who represent Tiandong’s future Liancheng strategy.
Except for the Qiao’s brothers and sisters imprisoned in Tongquetai, the twelve stars and ten figures of the twelve Xingchuan masters are all in the temple.
The Tiandong Temple, which has stood for several years, was dedicated to creating the only saint in Tiandong with his own hands. The saint Zeng Leize, a god beast, mounted his horse and settled in Tiandong Zhong Ling. After receiving the disciples of the Twelve Stars, he turned the idol into a statue and was buried in the temple.
No matter how many years today.
A year ago, a hundred cases were shocked by the sudden escape of the Taoist Sect and the snowy night.
This statue, which has not awakened for thousands of years, opened its eyes for the first time. The day after tomorrow, Dongbaizong ushered in a year of isolation.
Until Jiange Qingmei cooked wine, and the Taoist priest took a knife for thousands of miles.
Seal the world of the hundred Buddhist temples in Tiandong. Without the weight of the butcher knife, it is like without the soul. If you do your best, you will be trapped in the hundred Buddhist temples.
The idol woke up after being injured in Daozong World War I a year ago!
The statue in the temple opened its eyes.
In the temple, the twelve stars show awe and smile, and then bow down in unison.
The day before yesterday, more than 1,000 patriarchs, big and small, of the three generations of Dong brothers in the temple prostrated themselves like a flood.
If this tidal current instantly swept through several mountains and rivers, the whole Tiandong suddenly sounded a stunning congratulations.
"Welcome to the Lord!"
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The Taoist edge is scattered, and the soul returns home.
When the idol of Tiandong woke up, the residual flowers in the courtyard flew all over the sky.
There is no longer Lang Lang where the flowers fall, and there is no young figure.
The place where the flowers fall is full of white eyes
The whole Bodhisattva Mountain is covered with mourning ornaments, and the Bai Ling Nuo compound is pure and quiet.
The mournful wind blows gently on the cheek and then sweeps across the courtyard, as if unwilling to disturb the sleeping Taoist Sect.
All the way through the platform of the six-character gate courtyard of the white and solemn outer courtyard, except for the way in front of me and the mourning of the elegant and magnificent buildings in Tsing Yi, it has always been full of vitality. I have never seen a figure in Gankun Langlang Courtyard.
Because the new and old students in the outer court or the teachers in Tsing Yi are all in mourning at the moment, they are kneeling in this purple bamboo forest facing forgetfulness.
The scene in front of me puzzled Tang in the rain
It’s reasonable for her to think that it’s reasonable for Xiang Daozong to raise the hospital and mourn, but it’s not necessary to make this war, is it? What I saw and felt all the way was as solemn as being in the palace and seeing the emperor die.
A black dress passed through the crowd in the rain, which was particularly dazzling. It was a fact that the master of the first family, Jiang Manlou, had not passed the door. His wife had seen many scenes since she was a child, even if all eyes in the purple bamboo forest fell in the rain with strangeness, Tang Tang also looked calm.
Wearing a mourning suit, Tsing Yi teachings walked on a bamboo raft and entered the snow-white glacier in the rain.
There are dozens of six-character old masters in the small glacier courtyard, several of them are in charge of all kinds of things in the courtyard, the leaders of Tsing Yi teaching, representatives of new and old students, Dean Zhuang and Jiang Manlou.
After meeting your teachers one by one, Tang realized that things seemed far more complicated and difficult than he thought!
"People brought it?" No longer luxuriously decorated with a white funeral, watching Tang in the rain all over the building is rarely serious.
"Well" siu-tong docile nodded in the rain.
"A lot?" Jiang full floor asked again to confirm.
"Three thousand Dahongpao is the same as when you first entered school," said Tang Yu lightly.
"Have you all stayed in the city?"
"I asked my aunt to help me, and no one found their trace."
The door with the Taoist priest was slowly pulled.
The teacher kept filial piety and Luo Changfeng helped the blind brother out.
Dean Zhuang is simple. After the two of them confessed a few words, they took nearly a hundred figures, such as Tang and others in the rain, and they were forgetful.
There is a high platform in Zizhulin.
When the freshmen were enrolled in the six-character gate, Yan Nanfei once pointed the sword at Luo Changfeng.
Dean Zhuang boarded the platform.
Nearly 20,000 college teachers and students gathered in the purple bamboo forest and sat cross-legged around the high platform. It was very special for them to sit in the rain. They listened to the dean’s instructions silently beside the purple bamboo.
The tree has a pair of chess, and the old man is lying on the lawn, drinking a beggar.
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