Chapter 70: The golden statue will bury the bitter

Thanks to pity: "Call him immediately."
Fengxin and his in the right hand food, against the temple, and the feelings of the spirit went. Over there, Grace said: "It turned out that Yongan was running around. It was really a poor mountain and a bad man. Can the poor get the money of the gods?"
Lang Yingdao: "Then I won't rob. I am now worshipping this for you. I will give him a slap in the face and ask him to give me money to save the lives of my hometown. Will he save us?"
Graceful for a moment, if you say something in your heart, this person should not climb up the line and hold the money and run away? Then said: "His Royal Highness is a god, the gods are too busy to die, whoever you are empty!"
Wen Yan, Lang Ying slowly nodded and said: "I don't think it will be reasonable. We have not asked for it, is it not useless? Damn it will die."
Thanks to the shock, a Taoist said: "You, this person, said such disrespectful words in the temple, not afraid of heaven to sin!"
Lang Ying said: "It doesn't matter. If you sin, you will be guilty. You are not afraid that he will not be saved. Are you afraid of his sin?"
With a wave of grace, a group of waiters waiting for a long time swarmed up and kicked around the young man. The wind letter saw the stitches in the inside, and the strength of their fists and feet was changed. It was because Lang Ying seemed to be beaten, but he was a stunned face. He did not evade. He only occasionally raised his hand to protect the bag on his back. Grace also grabbed a handful of melon seeds and shook his legs while squatting. "That, give this king a slap!" It was a full-fledged wicked person. Hearing his self-proclaimed, Lang Ying looked up and said: "You are the king? What king? Do you live in the palace? Can you see the king?"
Graceful mouth snorting: "I am your grandfather! You are also counting on seeing the lord of the country? Your Majesty, whoever has time to deal with you."
Lang Ying twisted his neck and asked stubbornly: "Why didn't you care about me? The gods didn't care for me, and I didn't have time to deal with me. Who is there for me? Who should I go to? The Lord knows that Yongan is dead." Many people? Does the people of the Imperial City know? If you know, why would you rather lose money in the water than give us?"
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Although there are some reasons for this, it is really not appropriate at this time. Xie Pity is trying to find a way to seal the mouth of Grace. At this moment, a black-shirt boy hurriedly turned out from behind the temple and said: "What is your call to me?"
Thank you for your help: "Come on you. Come on the prayers you received these days, can you hear the news of the Yongan drought?"
The feelings are also a glimpse, said: "I have not heard."
In the busy schedule, he blurted out: "How could it be? The refugees there have escaped from the disaster!"
His tone is too calm, and his face is a bit stiff, and he is bluntly: "I am telling the truth, it really is not. Do you mean that I did not report it intentionally? Did you receive it? If there is a Yongan person praying for drought The Prince's Hall is a single month, I am on duty, you are on duty for two months, and not all drought-related blessings are gathered in a single month, you are not aware of it at all."
As soon as I think about it, I think it is so reasonable. "I didn't say that you were deliberate. You think too much."
Listening to them seems to have to squabble again, thanking the pity for a "pause" gesture, said: "Well, the wind letter does not mean this. They immediately stopped."
The two immediately stopped talking. It happened that Grace finally looked at his hands and beat Lang Ying to look tired. He took a small bag and put the seeds on the shell. He said: "Take the stolen thief to the big prison." The servants said: "Follow!" From Lang Ying. Thanks to pity: "First solve the problem at hand, save this person, and then I will ask him about Yong'an."
Admiration eased the color, cautiously said: "How do you want to solve your Highness? You can't show your spirit at will."
After flying up, a rule that thankfulness is very incomprehensible is this. The priest said that he would like to live in the same life, but he would have to stand on the shelf, above the sentient beings, and not to show his spirit at will, so that he often became very troubled. Fortunately, there are many countermeasures for thanking him. He does not think about it, he does not return his head, and he pushes it. The people in front of them noticed that the shadows on the ground were faintly shaking and turned around in confusion. The next moment, the screams screamed: "Prince cousin -"
Thanks to this, it is actually to push down my god!
The golden image of the sword and the gentleman and gentleman will not fall, and slowly go to one side. Graceful face seems to see the liver and gallbladder of the mother-in-law hanging on the stool, completely ignoring Lang Ying, rushing past and holding the statue of the thigh, tenaciously, tearing heart: "You waste What are you waiting for! Help me hold him! Don't let the cousin fall!! He can't fall!"
He was heartbreaking, but he prayed and looked at him with a sigh of relief. He took the Prince's Palace, and his face and feelings were split. For a long while, Feng Xin said: "His Royal Highness! That is your god!"
It’s like this kind of thing, the sign is not good, more or less will be a little taboo. In this way, the official who pushed his own image is really unheard of, and the three realms are wonderful. Thanks to pity: "A big piece of gold. Only then their attention will not be transferred. You are going to press the golden image, don't let them pull out, I will go to meet this person."
Although the wind and the feelings are speechless, they can only listen to them. Standing next to the statue, one person stretches a finger and presses the statue. They only need to make this effort, it is enough, a few people make it out of the food
milk can not help, can only barely stalemate, gnashing his teeth: "...not true gold, two pounds really!"
Lang Ying, who was sitting outside, saw a group of people no longer paying attention to him. He stared at the golden statue and watched it for a while. He stood up from the ground, patted the gray on his body and ran out with his bag. Thanks to him behind him, waiting for him to run out for a while, into a lush forest, looking around, just sitting under a tree to rest. Xie Pity hid behind the tree, pinched a shackle and turned a white trail.
After turning the shape, he looked up and down, determined that there were no flaws, and that he was thinking about how to appear, but he did not see it, but he saw Lang Yingjun to the side of a otter beside the tree, burying his head and using his hands to dig a hole on the ground.
"..."
The young palms are wide and the palms are shovel down, that is, wide and deep, and the pits are flying to the ground, like a lean black wolf dog. Xie pity was wondering why he suddenly dug the pit, but he saw that he wiped the dirt on his trousers, and then he took a handful of water in the leeches and sent it to his mouth.
Seeing it, thank you for not being able to escape, and quickly went out, stopped his hand, took a kettle from the sleeves and handed it to him.
Lang Ying already had a sip of water in the puddle, and swallowed the gang to swallow it. Looking at the sudden appearance of the little priest, it was not surprising, and he did not quit. After taking it, he drank it. Hey, all went down. After drinking, I said, "Thank you."
Since it has suddenly appeared, thank you for not paying attention to any natural opening remarks. He tried to make the dusty sacred bones and trustworthy. He said: "This friend, where are you from, where are you going?"
Lang Yingdao: "We came from Langer Bay in Yongan City. It was originally going to the palace. Now I have changed my mind and I am not going."
Thank you for your pity, saying: "We?"
Lang Ying nodded and said: "We. Me, and my son."
The more pitiful the pity, the slightest chill in my heart. I saw Lang Ying untied the back pack and opened it. He said, "My son."
The bag wrapped in his back pocket is actually a child's body! ! !
The child's body is very small, it seems that it is only two or three years old, his face is yellow, his cheeks are concave, his head is covered with a few thin and thin yellow hairs, and he has some scorpions. The little face smashed into a strange expression, and it seemed that I was crying and crying. It was very uncomfortable. The eyes are closed, but the mouth is open, but no sound can be heard anymore.
Thanks for the sudden reduction of the pupils, the shock of the heart, can not speak. No wonder he always felt that this young man had a bad mood. It’s strange to say no, it’s not like ordinary people. Speaking and doing things, as if not considering the consequences at all, rampage, regardless of head and tail. Now it seems that this person, what are the consequences still need to be considered?
Lang Ying showed him his son, wrapped his child back, and carefully cut the corners. Looking at his focused look, Xie pity was uncomfortable. He was the first to see the body of such a small child, stuttering: "You...how did your son die?"
Lang Ying had a good bag and said: "How do you die... I don't know how to die. I am thirsty, hungry, and sick. It seems to have a little bit."
He scratched his head and said: "When he just walked out of Yongan, he would cough a few times, yelling at me in the back. Then he slowly screamed, coughing. Then he coughed and coughed. I thought he was asleep. When he found something to eat and wanted to call him up, he couldn't get up."
The child turned out to be on the way to escape.
Lang Ying shook his head and said: "I will not take care of the children. My wife wants to know that my son is dead and will kill me."
After a moment of silence, he said again: "I miss my wife and can marry me."
His expression is always dull, like a dead tree, a dark pool, can not afford a little bit of life and waves. Thanks for a moment of tightness, a little sigh, whispered: "You...you... buried."
Lang Ying nodded and said: "Well. I want to pick a good place. It's good here. There are trees blocking the sun and water. When I'm done, I will go back. Thank you for your water."
He coughed a few times and bent down again, continuing to dig the hand. Thankful, he murmured: "No. Don't thank me... don't thank me, don't."
At this time, the wind letter and the enthusiasm also arrived, and the two of them saw a digging hole and a daze, all of which were inexplicable. Xie Pity didn't have much mood to say, and he repeated a few words. It took only a long time to think about it. It was not enough to give water. This person had to go back to Yongan, so he reached into his sleeve and touched it for a long while, finally found a thing. Handed him: "You take it this time."
Lang Ying stopped moving and looked at the things in his hand. It is a deep red bead with a small nail size. The color is smooth and smooth, and the magnificence is shocking. Even if you don't know what it is, just look at it and know that this little thing must be worthless.
This is the only remaining pair of red coral bead earrings worn by Xie Pity when Shang Yuan sacrificed a three-year trip. Mu Qing is impressed by this bead, and his face changes slightly at first glance. Lang Ying did not deny it. He seemed to have nothing to do with the courtesy and concerns of a normal person. He reached out and said, "Thank you."
He carefully collected the beads in his belt, took off his back bag and gently put it into the pit. He said, "He will come back to see you soon."
When he finished, he used his hand to push the soil seriously and covered the cloth bag. Thank you for your fortune and close your eyes. After a while, the young man went in a big stride, and the wind shouted: "His Royal Highness, what is he buried? He said ‘爹’? Is this buried?

Muqing is concerned about other things, said: "His Royal Highness, I only checked it, things have been clarified. Yongan is not rich in the past, the temple temple is less repaired, and there seems to be local regulations, no The worshippers can't enter the palace to pay homage, so the people who go to the Prince's Temple are rich, and the poor who are affected will not go..."
Thank you for your pity, Shen Sheng said: "You, go to Yongan, look at the situation. I, go to see the national division, ask what is going on."
His face was ugly as never before, and the second waiter didn't dare to care about it. He should be in unison and immediately set off. And thanked the pity and turned to the direction of Tai Cangshan.
It seems that Yongan’s disaster is afraid of being big or small. However, even if he can't hear the voice of blessing, the palace is over, but it is impossible to not know! 2k novel reading network