Chapter 565
Chapter 565
Chapter 565
Li Buyan was not afraid of the sky or the earth, but he was still a little uneasy when facing the old monk.
"Master!"
She gave a rare humble smile, with a hint of ingratiation in it.
"I'm asking about Zhu Xuanjia, the fifth master of the Zhu family, who is also a dead man. He was very smart and spiritual in life. Unfortunately, he was not in good health since he was a child. Later he grew up..."
"Throughout the ages, prodigies have always harmed their officials and food."
This time, the old monk didn't even ask about his birthday. He just sighed and said three words: "Death Nail."
What is a death nail?
It sounds scary.
Li Buyan: "Then what?"
The old monk opened his eyes, "You ask, I answer, and then it's over."
Even though you are an eminent monk, you can't only tell half of what you say. You'll make people hate you!
Li Buyan gritted his molar teeth.
Tolerate!
The old monk looked away, his eyebrows calm, "Girl, what do you want to ask?"
Just as Yan Sanhe was about to speak, he heard the old monk say in a very kind tone: "I'll ask after I think about it."
Yan Sanhe's heartbeat suddenly increased.
I don't know why, but it seems that the thin monk in front of me can see through her heart.
Just after being hooked by Li Buyan, she really wanted to ask the real culprit of the Zheng family murder case.
The mountain wind howled, and Yan Sanhe opened his mouth in the wind.
"I would like to ask Zhu Xuanjiu how he changed other people's lives, but he didn't suffer any backlash at all. Instead, his life got better and better. What method did he use to resolve it?"
"Are you sure you want to ask this?"
"Sure!"
There was still water in the old monk's eyes, but it disappeared after just a few blinks.
"Borrow luck."
Yan Sanhe's eyes were as bright as a knife, "Whose luck can I borrow?"
The old monk smiled and said, "Whoever has good luck can borrow his luck."
Whose luck will be borrowed from?
Yan Sanhe lowered his body forward and turned to look at Zhu Yuanzhao, not wanting Zhu Yuanzhao to look at her in the same posture.
Four eyes facing each other.
The fear in each other's eyes was clearly visible.
Among the Zhu family, Mao has the best luck! ! !
At this moment, the old monk yawned, Chao Geng Song Sheng said with a smile: "Disciple, master is tired, wait for master..."
"Wait a moment!"
Yan Sanhe stood up suddenly, threw himself forward, and knelt down in front of the old monk.
The old monk groaned, suddenly turned over on the bed, hid in a corner, and shouted:
"Don't kneel, don't kneel, I can't bear it, I can't bear it."
Everyone was startled by him.
What?
What do you mean?
The old monk is so divine, yet he is still afraid?
Dress it up!
Geng Songsheng had become accustomed to the madness of the old monk Chang. He knocked on his pipe and said in a low voice: "Master, what do you look like? Sit down quickly."
The old monk looked at Gengsongsheng with a look of aggrievedness on his face, "You, you, please let the girl sit down first, and I will sit down."
I started to act immoral again.
Geng Songsheng shook his head helplessly, "Miss Yan, my master hates people kneeling down to him the most. Get up and say what you have to say."
Then there's no need to run away so fast, it makes me look like a plague.
Yan Sanhe sat down cross-legged: "Master Chanyue, I have a question in my mind. I don't want you to answer it, I just want your guidance."
"Hey, how can you, a little girl, push yourself so hard!"
As he climbed, the old monk blew his beard and glared at Yan Sanhe to express his anger.
"You can't rely on your being... good-looking to be lawless. You have to ask three questions and answer three questions, but you have to..."
"Master Zenyue, human life is at stake, I beg you..."
"Ah ah ah, ah ah ah...if you can't listen to me, my life will be shortened, my life will be shortened!"
The old monk waved his hands repeatedly, with a look of anger, hatred and helplessness on his face, "If you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have a fart, hurry up, and when you're done, get out!"
Yan Sanhe: "Zhu Xuanjiu's wife, Mao, is born in the year of the rat. Her birthday is the first day of the first lunar month. She has been getting older day by day recently..."
"Seven days left to live."
After saying that, the old monk leaned up and lay down on the bed, then pulled the quilt and covered himself tightly.
His roar came from the quilt: "Get out, get out, get out, get out of here!"
No one in the stone house moved.
Everyone looked at the quilt in fear, their minds buzzing.Does Mao still have seven days to live?
Seven more days?
Seven days!
This, this...how is this possible! ! !
Zhu Yuanzhao felt his heart surge, and there was something in his throat that he couldn't suppress. When he opened his mouth, he spit out a mouthful of blood.
"elder brother?"
"Master Zhu?"
Zhu Yuanzhao had a sad face and his eyes were horribly red.
This mouthful of blood should have been spat out when his wife and child were both dead. Because the demons in his heart were not at rest, he had to endure it till now.
At this moment, I heard about the peach blossom well, heard about the life-threatening nail, and heard that my mother only has seven days to live...
Everything he had worked hard to support completely collapsed at this moment.
"Sure enough, after spitting out this mouthful of blood, I feel much better!"
He took out the handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then wiped the blood on the ground.
After wiping thoroughly, he stood up and knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to the person covered in quilt, and staggered out.
Little Mr. Pei was afraid that he might be up to no good, so he quickly followed him.
Geng Songsheng put away his pipe and jumped out of bed, "Miss Yan, go and have a rest outside. I'll light a stove for you."
The words were directed at Yan Sanhe, but his eyes fell lightly on Zhu Weixi's face.
Zhu Weixi lowered his eyes, tears could no longer be shed, and he just stayed there, silent and motionless.
Geng Songsheng moved his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just said to Yan Sanhe:
"hungry?"
Yan Sanhe looked at Zhu Weixi's thin and pointed chin, "I'm hungry."
"I'll cook you some rice porridge."
After Geng Songsheng finished speaking, he walked out from in front of the three people.
Li Buyan looked at his back and winked at Yan Sanhe: No wonder Zhu Weixi is even willing to elope, this man... is such a man.
……
The night is getting darker.
The wind and snow on the top of the mountain became stronger and stronger, making the two wooden doors bang loudly.
In one side of the room, the old monk had already fallen asleep;
In the other room, the voices of Ding Yi, Huang Qi, and Donkey Dan were loud.
In the central hall, everyone gathered around the stove and sat on futons, with solemn expressions on their faces.
Among the two Zhu brothers and sisters, one was full of grief and the other looked dull.
Geng Songsheng came in from outside carrying a pot.
He put the pot on the stove and thrust the wooden shovel into Little Master Pei's hand, "I'll go to the back of the house to find something to eat."
Little Master Pei: "Behind the house?"
Geng Songsheng: "There is also a small stone house without a door, which is specially used to store some things."
They said they were looking for food, but actually they were making room for Yan Sanhe and the others to discuss things slowly.
In fact, what else is negotiable?
Mao only has seven days left. Zhu Yuanzhao and Zhu Weixi must rush back to see each other for the last time, otherwise they will regret it for a lifetime.
The road is slippery in the snow and the return journey is difficult. We must go down the mountain at dawn tomorrow.
Yan Sanhe took the wooden shovel from Pei Xiao and placed it in Zhu Weixi's hand.
"Zhu Yuanzhao, don't say anything. Mingting, please accompany me for a walk outside. I haven't seen what Dongtai is like."
Just as Mr. Pei was about to say "Are you crazy?", Li Buyan's dagger had already shot towards him.
Don't you have an idea of what to shoot and what day it will be outside?
That would freeze someone to death.
"Yan Sanhe."
Zhu Weixi grabbed the hem of Yan Sanhe's clothes and said softly: "It's not necessary, I..."
"Needed."
Yan Sanhe was categorical.
There is a lot of pain in a person's life, and the biggest pain is missing it.
(End of this chapter)
Li Buyan was not afraid of the sky or the earth, but he was still a little uneasy when facing the old monk.
"Master!"
She gave a rare humble smile, with a hint of ingratiation in it.
"I'm asking about Zhu Xuanjia, the fifth master of the Zhu family, who is also a dead man. He was very smart and spiritual in life. Unfortunately, he was not in good health since he was a child. Later he grew up..."
"Throughout the ages, prodigies have always harmed their officials and food."
This time, the old monk didn't even ask about his birthday. He just sighed and said three words: "Death Nail."
What is a death nail?
It sounds scary.
Li Buyan: "Then what?"
The old monk opened his eyes, "You ask, I answer, and then it's over."
Even though you are an eminent monk, you can't only tell half of what you say. You'll make people hate you!
Li Buyan gritted his molar teeth.
Tolerate!
The old monk looked away, his eyebrows calm, "Girl, what do you want to ask?"
Just as Yan Sanhe was about to speak, he heard the old monk say in a very kind tone: "I'll ask after I think about it."
Yan Sanhe's heartbeat suddenly increased.
I don't know why, but it seems that the thin monk in front of me can see through her heart.
Just after being hooked by Li Buyan, she really wanted to ask the real culprit of the Zheng family murder case.
The mountain wind howled, and Yan Sanhe opened his mouth in the wind.
"I would like to ask Zhu Xuanjiu how he changed other people's lives, but he didn't suffer any backlash at all. Instead, his life got better and better. What method did he use to resolve it?"
"Are you sure you want to ask this?"
"Sure!"
There was still water in the old monk's eyes, but it disappeared after just a few blinks.
"Borrow luck."
Yan Sanhe's eyes were as bright as a knife, "Whose luck can I borrow?"
The old monk smiled and said, "Whoever has good luck can borrow his luck."
Whose luck will be borrowed from?
Yan Sanhe lowered his body forward and turned to look at Zhu Yuanzhao, not wanting Zhu Yuanzhao to look at her in the same posture.
Four eyes facing each other.
The fear in each other's eyes was clearly visible.
Among the Zhu family, Mao has the best luck! ! !
At this moment, the old monk yawned, Chao Geng Song Sheng said with a smile: "Disciple, master is tired, wait for master..."
"Wait a moment!"
Yan Sanhe stood up suddenly, threw himself forward, and knelt down in front of the old monk.
The old monk groaned, suddenly turned over on the bed, hid in a corner, and shouted:
"Don't kneel, don't kneel, I can't bear it, I can't bear it."
Everyone was startled by him.
What?
What do you mean?
The old monk is so divine, yet he is still afraid?
Dress it up!
Geng Songsheng had become accustomed to the madness of the old monk Chang. He knocked on his pipe and said in a low voice: "Master, what do you look like? Sit down quickly."
The old monk looked at Gengsongsheng with a look of aggrievedness on his face, "You, you, please let the girl sit down first, and I will sit down."
I started to act immoral again.
Geng Songsheng shook his head helplessly, "Miss Yan, my master hates people kneeling down to him the most. Get up and say what you have to say."
Then there's no need to run away so fast, it makes me look like a plague.
Yan Sanhe sat down cross-legged: "Master Chanyue, I have a question in my mind. I don't want you to answer it, I just want your guidance."
"Hey, how can you, a little girl, push yourself so hard!"
As he climbed, the old monk blew his beard and glared at Yan Sanhe to express his anger.
"You can't rely on your being... good-looking to be lawless. You have to ask three questions and answer three questions, but you have to..."
"Master Zenyue, human life is at stake, I beg you..."
"Ah ah ah, ah ah ah...if you can't listen to me, my life will be shortened, my life will be shortened!"
The old monk waved his hands repeatedly, with a look of anger, hatred and helplessness on his face, "If you have something to say, say it quickly, if you have a fart, hurry up, and when you're done, get out!"
Yan Sanhe: "Zhu Xuanjiu's wife, Mao, is born in the year of the rat. Her birthday is the first day of the first lunar month. She has been getting older day by day recently..."
"Seven days left to live."
After saying that, the old monk leaned up and lay down on the bed, then pulled the quilt and covered himself tightly.
His roar came from the quilt: "Get out, get out, get out, get out of here!"
No one in the stone house moved.
Everyone looked at the quilt in fear, their minds buzzing.Does Mao still have seven days to live?
Seven more days?
Seven days!
This, this...how is this possible! ! !
Zhu Yuanzhao felt his heart surge, and there was something in his throat that he couldn't suppress. When he opened his mouth, he spit out a mouthful of blood.
"elder brother?"
"Master Zhu?"
Zhu Yuanzhao had a sad face and his eyes were horribly red.
This mouthful of blood should have been spat out when his wife and child were both dead. Because the demons in his heart were not at rest, he had to endure it till now.
At this moment, I heard about the peach blossom well, heard about the life-threatening nail, and heard that my mother only has seven days to live...
Everything he had worked hard to support completely collapsed at this moment.
"Sure enough, after spitting out this mouthful of blood, I feel much better!"
He took out the handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then wiped the blood on the ground.
After wiping thoroughly, he stood up and knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to the person covered in quilt, and staggered out.
Little Mr. Pei was afraid that he might be up to no good, so he quickly followed him.
Geng Songsheng put away his pipe and jumped out of bed, "Miss Yan, go and have a rest outside. I'll light a stove for you."
The words were directed at Yan Sanhe, but his eyes fell lightly on Zhu Weixi's face.
Zhu Weixi lowered his eyes, tears could no longer be shed, and he just stayed there, silent and motionless.
Geng Songsheng moved his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just said to Yan Sanhe:
"hungry?"
Yan Sanhe looked at Zhu Weixi's thin and pointed chin, "I'm hungry."
"I'll cook you some rice porridge."
After Geng Songsheng finished speaking, he walked out from in front of the three people.
Li Buyan looked at his back and winked at Yan Sanhe: No wonder Zhu Weixi is even willing to elope, this man... is such a man.
……
The night is getting darker.
The wind and snow on the top of the mountain became stronger and stronger, making the two wooden doors bang loudly.
In one side of the room, the old monk had already fallen asleep;
In the other room, the voices of Ding Yi, Huang Qi, and Donkey Dan were loud.
In the central hall, everyone gathered around the stove and sat on futons, with solemn expressions on their faces.
Among the two Zhu brothers and sisters, one was full of grief and the other looked dull.
Geng Songsheng came in from outside carrying a pot.
He put the pot on the stove and thrust the wooden shovel into Little Master Pei's hand, "I'll go to the back of the house to find something to eat."
Little Master Pei: "Behind the house?"
Geng Songsheng: "There is also a small stone house without a door, which is specially used to store some things."
They said they were looking for food, but actually they were making room for Yan Sanhe and the others to discuss things slowly.
In fact, what else is negotiable?
Mao only has seven days left. Zhu Yuanzhao and Zhu Weixi must rush back to see each other for the last time, otherwise they will regret it for a lifetime.
The road is slippery in the snow and the return journey is difficult. We must go down the mountain at dawn tomorrow.
Yan Sanhe took the wooden shovel from Pei Xiao and placed it in Zhu Weixi's hand.
"Zhu Yuanzhao, don't say anything. Mingting, please accompany me for a walk outside. I haven't seen what Dongtai is like."
Just as Mr. Pei was about to say "Are you crazy?", Li Buyan's dagger had already shot towards him.
Don't you have an idea of what to shoot and what day it will be outside?
That would freeze someone to death.
"Yan Sanhe."
Zhu Weixi grabbed the hem of Yan Sanhe's clothes and said softly: "It's not necessary, I..."
"Needed."
Yan Sanhe was categorical.
There is a lot of pain in a person's life, and the biggest pain is missing it.
(End of this chapter)