Chapter 568
Chapter 568
Chapter 568
See through, don’t say through.
Geng Songsheng took half a step back and said expressionlessly: "The porridge is ready. I was about to call Master Pei and Miss Li."
Li Buyan didn't play tricks, "Are you sure you've finished talking?"
Geng Songsheng didn't answer and just opened the door.
Zhu Weixi got up from the ground, "Don't say anything, come in and have some hot porridge. Master Xuyun also baked steamed buns, which are delicious."
Master Xuyun?
Li Buyan glanced at Zhu Weixi by the stove and almost burst into tears.
Zhu Xuanjiu, I’ll fuck you for eight generations, you even cheated your own daughter and first wife, you’re a fucking bitch!
"I'll go get them." She turned and left.
Soon, Yan Sanhe and Zhu Yuanzhao gathered together, each holding hot porridge and chewing toasted buns.
After drinking a bowl of hot porridge, he felt sleepy. Yan Sanhe thought about going down the mountain at dawn, "Let's spend the night on the futon."
Geng Songsheng pointed inside.
"It's cold in the main room. You can sleep in the two rooms on the left and right. My master won't kick you out. Just be gentle when you enter the room. I'll go do some work outside."
After that, he opened the door and strode into the wind and snow.
Little Mr. Pei shivered due to the cold wind and muttered: "What kind of work is he doing at night?"
The lovers parted ways. Li Buyan felt unhappy and said angrily: "You don't care!"
Little Master Pei: "..."
What's wrong with this girl?
Isn’t it a good thing not to have old feelings rekindled?
"You can still sleep for an hour, so hurry up. Get up in an hour and get ready to go."
Yan Sanhe picked up the futon and walked to the old monk's house, "No words, Weixi, you sleep in the same room with me."
Little Mr. Pei gritted his back molars as he listened to the shouts in that room.
I want to come in too, can’t I?
"I'm not sleepy and don't want to sleep. I'm going to run outside for a couple of laps." Li Buyan left this sentence behind and went to the outside room.
Zhu Yuanzhao: "Miss Yan, I want to talk to Song Sheng."
Yan Sanhe nodded: "As long as you have the strength to go down the mountain, I won't care what you do."
Zhu Weixi got up from the ground and said, "Sanhe, I'll go into the house with you and sleep."
"it is good!"
The two of them entered the house quietly, and Zhu Weixi curled up on the futon.
Yan Sanhe picked up the old monk's robe and put it on her body.
Zhu Weixi raised his head in confusion.
Yan Sanhe looked at her and said, "When you return to Beijing, come to my villa and I will lend you my shoulders so you can have a good cry."
Zhu Weixi shook his head, "I'm not a beauty bottle. It will break when touched. I can hold on."
"I can't hold it any longer. Lend me your shoulders and let me have a good cry. After crying, I hope to be reborn."
Zhu Weixi looked at her deeply.
After a while, she stretched out her hand to hold Yan Sanhe's.
The hand was cold, just like her own, but Zhu Weixi knew that inside that cold body was the hottest heart.
As long as your heart is warm, you can go on the road, right?
Zhu Weixi slowly closed his eyes.
Yan Sanhe waited for her breath to stabilize little by little, then gently twitched her hand, but it didn't twitch.
It's a really tight grip.
Yan Sanhe sighed silently.
The promotion of Geng and Song was the first hurdle she had to face. The relationship was difficult but also easy to pass.
This next level...
Thinking of this, Yan Sanhe looked up at the bed and whispered: "Master, can Mrs. Mao's life be saved?"
"..."
No one answered her.
Yan Sanhe waited for a long time, but couldn't wait for an answer, so he lay down.
Just when she was drifting off to sleep, she heard a low sound in her ears.
"Girl, don't force anything!"
……
Geng Songsheng walked to the back of the stone house, grabbed a bundle of firewood in one hand, and carried it to the stone house without a door.
There was a fire in the house.
He untied the firewood and spread it on the ground. He found a thick piece of firewood and put it aside. He also found a thick roll of straw rope from the barrel.
"doing what?"
"It's nothing."
Zhu Yuanzhao walked over, and just as he was about to speak, Geng Songsheng's eyes flashed. "Think carefully before you speak. I can't bear to hear those sour words."
Zhu Yuanzhao was slightly startled, "I'll stay here for a while."
"sit down."
Geng Songsheng glanced at the futon beside him, and Zhu Yuanzhao sat down.
No one spoke, there was only the sound of the wind blowing outside.
"When you came to Zhu's house, your favorite place was to play in my study." Zhu Yuanzhao broke the silence.
"You are only busy with your fortune-telling and don't care about me."
"After I finish my work, nine times out of ten I will see you sound asleep."
"There are people coming and going in the uncle's room. The third master keeps talking, but you, talk less and be quiet. I want to sleep as soon as I enter your room."
"At that time, I thought, this guy is so lazy, how can he get better at studying?"
"I also thought at that time, if the second master is so stupid, can he tell fortunes accurately?"
"We also had two fights."
"Once I took her to elope; once a pregnant woman came to her door."
"You didn't even fight back."
"I don't have the nerve to retaliate."
Zhu Yuanzhao's eyes turned red, "Now, I'll let you fight back."
Geng Songsheng was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head, "Monks don't hit people."
"Can I return to secular life?"
Zhu Yuanzhao came over and said a lot of nonsense, just for this sentence, "There should be a way."
The Zhu family owed him too much, and the only thing Zhu Yuanzhao could do was to find a way to get him to return to secular life.
Geng Songsheng looked at him and couldn't help laughing.
After laughing, his eyes turned cold, "Is it true that if you return to secular life, your Zhu family will feel less guilty?"
Zhu Yuanzhao nodded.
"Second Master still doesn't understand me. No one can force me to do what I don't want to do; even ten cows can't pull me back from what I want to do."
Geng Songsheng didn't know what he thought of, and the movements of his hands slowed down.
"You don't have to feel sorry for me. My journey in this world has not been in vain. I have enjoyed every blessing and suffered every sin. When I feel tired, I have to go home. Where is home?"
He looked at the vast snow in the night and smiled loudly: "My heart is at ease."
Zhu Yuanzhao lowered his head silently.
In the stone house, it became cold again.
Geng Songsheng put a straw rope into his mouth and asked, "You only have two girls left in your room?"
"One corpse, two lives."
Speaking of this, Zhu Yuanzhao looked sad, "Even the ghosts and gods couldn't save him even after thirteen injections."
Geng Songsheng took off the straw rope, spit in his hand, and started to twist the two straw ropes into one.
"Give me your birth date and birth date. After you leave, I will ask the master to read a scroll of the Purana Sutra to them both."
Zhu Yuanzhao: "Don't bother, I've done all the legal work."
"My master said that people who die due to inner demons can only be lonely ghosts in the underworld. Only those who have obtained the rebirth sutras of Taoist monks can be reincarnated."
Zhu Yuanzhao was filled with grief, "Song Sheng, why do you want to help me? My father has already harmed you..."
"You are you, and your father is your father."
Geng Songsheng sneered disdainfully.
"Didn't your father even let your legitimate son go?"
My daughter-in-law and grandson were not spared, my daughter was not spared, and even the person beside my pillow was not spared.
The blood that had just dispersed from Zhu Yuanzhao's mouth seemed to be rising again, so he quickly changed the topic.
"You practice here every winter?"
Geng Songsheng nodded.
"Can I come see you?"
"What are you doing?"
Geng Songsheng put the twisted rope aside and said, "After you go down the mountain, there will be only one monk Xuyun on the top of the east platform."
No need to come;
I won’t see him even if he comes.
The fate is over, donor.
(End of this chapter)
See through, don’t say through.
Geng Songsheng took half a step back and said expressionlessly: "The porridge is ready. I was about to call Master Pei and Miss Li."
Li Buyan didn't play tricks, "Are you sure you've finished talking?"
Geng Songsheng didn't answer and just opened the door.
Zhu Weixi got up from the ground, "Don't say anything, come in and have some hot porridge. Master Xuyun also baked steamed buns, which are delicious."
Master Xuyun?
Li Buyan glanced at Zhu Weixi by the stove and almost burst into tears.
Zhu Xuanjiu, I’ll fuck you for eight generations, you even cheated your own daughter and first wife, you’re a fucking bitch!
"I'll go get them." She turned and left.
Soon, Yan Sanhe and Zhu Yuanzhao gathered together, each holding hot porridge and chewing toasted buns.
After drinking a bowl of hot porridge, he felt sleepy. Yan Sanhe thought about going down the mountain at dawn, "Let's spend the night on the futon."
Geng Songsheng pointed inside.
"It's cold in the main room. You can sleep in the two rooms on the left and right. My master won't kick you out. Just be gentle when you enter the room. I'll go do some work outside."
After that, he opened the door and strode into the wind and snow.
Little Mr. Pei shivered due to the cold wind and muttered: "What kind of work is he doing at night?"
The lovers parted ways. Li Buyan felt unhappy and said angrily: "You don't care!"
Little Master Pei: "..."
What's wrong with this girl?
Isn’t it a good thing not to have old feelings rekindled?
"You can still sleep for an hour, so hurry up. Get up in an hour and get ready to go."
Yan Sanhe picked up the futon and walked to the old monk's house, "No words, Weixi, you sleep in the same room with me."
Little Mr. Pei gritted his back molars as he listened to the shouts in that room.
I want to come in too, can’t I?
"I'm not sleepy and don't want to sleep. I'm going to run outside for a couple of laps." Li Buyan left this sentence behind and went to the outside room.
Zhu Yuanzhao: "Miss Yan, I want to talk to Song Sheng."
Yan Sanhe nodded: "As long as you have the strength to go down the mountain, I won't care what you do."
Zhu Weixi got up from the ground and said, "Sanhe, I'll go into the house with you and sleep."
"it is good!"
The two of them entered the house quietly, and Zhu Weixi curled up on the futon.
Yan Sanhe picked up the old monk's robe and put it on her body.
Zhu Weixi raised his head in confusion.
Yan Sanhe looked at her and said, "When you return to Beijing, come to my villa and I will lend you my shoulders so you can have a good cry."
Zhu Weixi shook his head, "I'm not a beauty bottle. It will break when touched. I can hold on."
"I can't hold it any longer. Lend me your shoulders and let me have a good cry. After crying, I hope to be reborn."
Zhu Weixi looked at her deeply.
After a while, she stretched out her hand to hold Yan Sanhe's.
The hand was cold, just like her own, but Zhu Weixi knew that inside that cold body was the hottest heart.
As long as your heart is warm, you can go on the road, right?
Zhu Weixi slowly closed his eyes.
Yan Sanhe waited for her breath to stabilize little by little, then gently twitched her hand, but it didn't twitch.
It's a really tight grip.
Yan Sanhe sighed silently.
The promotion of Geng and Song was the first hurdle she had to face. The relationship was difficult but also easy to pass.
This next level...
Thinking of this, Yan Sanhe looked up at the bed and whispered: "Master, can Mrs. Mao's life be saved?"
"..."
No one answered her.
Yan Sanhe waited for a long time, but couldn't wait for an answer, so he lay down.
Just when she was drifting off to sleep, she heard a low sound in her ears.
"Girl, don't force anything!"
……
Geng Songsheng walked to the back of the stone house, grabbed a bundle of firewood in one hand, and carried it to the stone house without a door.
There was a fire in the house.
He untied the firewood and spread it on the ground. He found a thick piece of firewood and put it aside. He also found a thick roll of straw rope from the barrel.
"doing what?"
"It's nothing."
Zhu Yuanzhao walked over, and just as he was about to speak, Geng Songsheng's eyes flashed. "Think carefully before you speak. I can't bear to hear those sour words."
Zhu Yuanzhao was slightly startled, "I'll stay here for a while."
"sit down."
Geng Songsheng glanced at the futon beside him, and Zhu Yuanzhao sat down.
No one spoke, there was only the sound of the wind blowing outside.
"When you came to Zhu's house, your favorite place was to play in my study." Zhu Yuanzhao broke the silence.
"You are only busy with your fortune-telling and don't care about me."
"After I finish my work, nine times out of ten I will see you sound asleep."
"There are people coming and going in the uncle's room. The third master keeps talking, but you, talk less and be quiet. I want to sleep as soon as I enter your room."
"At that time, I thought, this guy is so lazy, how can he get better at studying?"
"I also thought at that time, if the second master is so stupid, can he tell fortunes accurately?"
"We also had two fights."
"Once I took her to elope; once a pregnant woman came to her door."
"You didn't even fight back."
"I don't have the nerve to retaliate."
Zhu Yuanzhao's eyes turned red, "Now, I'll let you fight back."
Geng Songsheng was silent for a long time, and finally shook his head, "Monks don't hit people."
"Can I return to secular life?"
Zhu Yuanzhao came over and said a lot of nonsense, just for this sentence, "There should be a way."
The Zhu family owed him too much, and the only thing Zhu Yuanzhao could do was to find a way to get him to return to secular life.
Geng Songsheng looked at him and couldn't help laughing.
After laughing, his eyes turned cold, "Is it true that if you return to secular life, your Zhu family will feel less guilty?"
Zhu Yuanzhao nodded.
"Second Master still doesn't understand me. No one can force me to do what I don't want to do; even ten cows can't pull me back from what I want to do."
Geng Songsheng didn't know what he thought of, and the movements of his hands slowed down.
"You don't have to feel sorry for me. My journey in this world has not been in vain. I have enjoyed every blessing and suffered every sin. When I feel tired, I have to go home. Where is home?"
He looked at the vast snow in the night and smiled loudly: "My heart is at ease."
Zhu Yuanzhao lowered his head silently.
In the stone house, it became cold again.
Geng Songsheng put a straw rope into his mouth and asked, "You only have two girls left in your room?"
"One corpse, two lives."
Speaking of this, Zhu Yuanzhao looked sad, "Even the ghosts and gods couldn't save him even after thirteen injections."
Geng Songsheng took off the straw rope, spit in his hand, and started to twist the two straw ropes into one.
"Give me your birth date and birth date. After you leave, I will ask the master to read a scroll of the Purana Sutra to them both."
Zhu Yuanzhao: "Don't bother, I've done all the legal work."
"My master said that people who die due to inner demons can only be lonely ghosts in the underworld. Only those who have obtained the rebirth sutras of Taoist monks can be reincarnated."
Zhu Yuanzhao was filled with grief, "Song Sheng, why do you want to help me? My father has already harmed you..."
"You are you, and your father is your father."
Geng Songsheng sneered disdainfully.
"Didn't your father even let your legitimate son go?"
My daughter-in-law and grandson were not spared, my daughter was not spared, and even the person beside my pillow was not spared.
The blood that had just dispersed from Zhu Yuanzhao's mouth seemed to be rising again, so he quickly changed the topic.
"You practice here every winter?"
Geng Songsheng nodded.
"Can I come see you?"
"What are you doing?"
Geng Songsheng put the twisted rope aside and said, "After you go down the mountain, there will be only one monk Xuyun on the top of the east platform."
No need to come;
I won’t see him even if he comes.
The fate is over, donor.
(End of this chapter)