Chapter 205: Sheng said that cloth and silver is the same thing?

"Mo asked," said Cheng Guanguo.
Yin Zong said: "What happened to the master?"
Cheng Guan Guo Shi looked at Yin Zong and said: "The meaning of poverty is that the things of the Yongsheng Temple, the Holy One still do not ask."
Yin Zong said: "Now don't you ask? National teacher, you said, is there no joy to come to play in heaven?"
Cheng Guan Guo Shi began to pack the board.
Emperor Xianzong pressed Cheng Guan’s hand and said:
National teacher, I heard that you were in Yongsheng Temple and you are not happy. Is this really the case?

"Yongsheng Temple," Cheng Guanguo teacher smiled and said: "Dust is dusty and killed by the Princess of the Princess?"
When Emperor Xianzong was busy, he shook his head and said, "How can Linglong kill people? These two monks should now be in the hands of no joy."
"What did the princess say to the saint?"
"What can the gimmick say?" said Xian Zong: "She told her not to worry about the eternal life of the temple, but now the two disciples who preside over the master are all in the air, can you not worry?"
Cheng Guan Guo Shi smiled and said: "Whether it is a blessing or a curse, since it can't be avoided, it will be well received."
Sage is annoyed to talk to the gangsters. After talking for a long time, it means nothing! "National teacher, what do you say you want to be?" asked Xianzong.
"Looking at the show," Cheng Guan Guo Shi and Yin Zong said: "What about the things and the holy things of the Yongsheng Temple?"
"Ah?" said Xian Zong: "What exquisitely made Wen Fenglin poisoned? Linglong also injured several people around Wen Fenglin. These have nothing to do with you?"
"No Huan is in the same city as the Shaoshi," Cheng Guanguo took his hand out of Xianzong's men. He said: "The master is more willing to believe that the poisoning of the lesser is nothing to do."
Xianzong music, no matter what happened.
Cheng Guan Guo Shi is a brow.
Yin Zong stood up and said, "That country teacher, you go to play and go to rest."
Cheng Guan Guo Shi still did not get up and sent, Yin Zong has already left the house. When the national teacher walked outside the house, Xianzong had already taken a step, and did not know which palace to go to.
"Let the ministers of the royal study room are scattered," said Emperor Sin, sitting on the steps and saying: "Tonight, I will discuss it tomorrow morning."
An took the initiative and ran to the royal study.
The group went to the Xiangyun Temple of the flower garden.
The flower buds received news that Sheng Sheng had come to her, busy on the service of the palace, hurriedly dressed up, and the palace of the Xiangyun Temple came out to welcome the sage.
The sages saw the flower buds standing in front of the Xiangyun Temple, but they remembered something, and the who was lifting the steps: "Forget it, go to the study."
Hua Yan’s eyes saw that Xianzong had come to his own place and went, and even did not send a slave to give himself a sentence. The flower was shocked and angry. Since entering the palace, the sage has not let her so faceless. !
Xianzong now can't take care of his woman's face. When he walks on the road, he orders people to go to his private library. He takes a box of silver ingots for him. When he goes to the study room, he lives in the palace room and calls out Jade Xiaoxiao.
Yu Xiaoxiao looked at a box of silver, his eyes suddenly brightened and said: "Is this for me?"
Yin Zong said: "You are all married, you have to support you? You send this to your little friend you know tonight."
Yu Xiaoxiao stood still, she knows where there is no happiness?
Yin Zong said: "If you break someone else's things, you have to pay a new one. Do you understand?"
Yu Xiaoxiao flat mouth, said: "I lost him a masked towel."
The sages of the sages, patted the steps of the steps and said: "Is it the same thing as cloth and silver? You go to 朕 hurried! Hurry!"
At this time, in a small courtyard in the northern city of Beijing, a monk walked into a hut with a pot of hot water and poured hot water into the teapot on the table. Christine said: "National division, the water has been burned, Let's drink a little."

Jing Mo is living in a proud winery?
No Huan asked.
The monk nodded and said: "Yes, I heard that the Great Emperor has repeatedly postponed his return to China, but he did not know what it was for."
"He chose which prince of Fengtian to be a proton? Seven princes?" No joy asked.
"It’s the six emperors, Yu Ziming," the monk said back.
That Yu Linglong is not showing himself to himself for the sake of protons. Recently, he is pleased with the scenery. No joy, "Hmm", said: "I know, go on."
The monk looked at the tea cup full of water and bowed his head.
No joy sat down and drank a cup of hot tea under the lamp. After watching the flashing candlelight for a while, he got up and left the cabin and walked to the backyard.
Dust, dust and wake up from the coma, found himself lying on the cold and damp masonry, the top of the bricks and stones continue to drop water, so that this stone house is like a light rain, even the air is cold.
Dust and dust can't be said, can't move, can only look at a white wax on the opposite wall, the big light of the beans, the small place that can be illuminated is pitiful.
I don't know how long it took, Shimen was pushed away from the outside, and the dust and dust saw that there was no joy wearing a wooden mask.
No joy to see the two eternal temple stilts thrown by his men on the ground, smashed the sleeves.
There is a wind and dust, and the dust is extinguished by the dumb hole. After two people cough a few times, the throat can make a sound.
"You shouldn't come," said the dusty voice, and said nothing.
"Why is Fenglin coming to worship the sky?" No Huan asked.
Dust out: "This is only the younger master knows."
"Is it asking him to come, or is he going to come?" No Huan asked.
Dust started: "President of the lesser."
"Fenglin does not know that he will leave the Yongsheng Temple, will he die?" No Huan asked in a cold voice.
"No joy," dusted the body against the wall, watching no joy: "If the young master is dead, will the host let you go? Can't do the lesser of the Yongsheng Temple, you will be the national teacher of the next day. The master is not treating you badly. Why do you want to blame and hate? You are the disciple who personally raises the master, you don’t know how to be grateful?

After the wooden mask, there was a dull laughter. Without laughter, he said: "Grateful? I am not a ghost now, who do I want to feel?"
Dust and dust, it’s still a black robe, and there’s no such thing as a singer. They remembered it. The wooden mask was cast a heavy shadow by the candlelight. Now there is no joy. Like the shadows outside this light, it is so cold and cold that it is no longer the same.
"No joy," the dust raised his gaze to the side, no longer looking at the road without joy: "Do you want to be an enemy of the Yongsheng Temple? Kill the lesser, the master can accept the disciples, and the Yongsheng Temple will still have new The young master, did you become stupid after leaving the Yongsheng Temple?"
No joy and a foot to the dust.
The dust shouted and shouted: "No joy!"
The dusty chest was smashed out of a hole, and the bright red heart fell out of the body. After a little beating on the ground for a while, it slowly stopped on the brick.
"You," the dust glared at no joy.
The unhappy feet stepped on the dusty chest, and the eyes behind the wooden mask hated the bones.
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