Chapter 132: Cremation

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Su Fu's arm moved slightly, and a short knife fell from the sleeve into the hand. He has lived in the cusp of the past few years, and if he does not have a sword on his side, he can't sleep at all.
For a long time, Xiao Yu’s murderousness suddenly vented, leaning over Yan Yan’s ear:
However, since the seventeen mothers are seeking each other, I can have no principle, but...

Xiao Yu slightly bent his lips and looked at Su Fu, did not finish the next words, turned and left the hospital.
but what? Yan Yan turned and looked at the threshold of shaking, some fascinated.
Su Fu quietly put back the short knife, supported the wall, and rushed to Yandao: "Thank you."
Yan Yan took back the thoughts, walked down the porch, reached out and squeezed Su Hu’s wrist, and explored the pulse.
It’s finally out of danger.

The two sat down in the gallery, and the people in the courtyard were smothered by the murder of the genius, silently going to their own affairs.
"What are your plans for the future?" Yan Yan turned his head and looked at his pale, handsome face.
"Prepare to bring the mother's bones back to her hometown." Su Fu looked at the half face of Yan Yan, hiding a trace of his own heart.
For Su Fu, staying in Datang means that the day can only be avoided. In particular, the enemy, Xiao Yu, already knows his identity and looks. If he wants to catch him again, it will be easier than before. Xiao Yu never did anything unnecessary, so he was willing to sell a person to Yan Yan so easily.
"Your injury needs to be quietly nursed back. It is a good thing for you to find a place to live in seclusion."
Su Fu's tiny jaw, got up and went back to the house. "Thank you, owe you this person, Su Fu's next generation will return."
This generation, and most of the people he involved, will not have any good endings.
Yan Yan sat on a gallery and looked at the mess of the courtyard. After a few breaths, Su Fu’s voice suddenly sounded again.
You know that I am a person who is full of right and wrong, why should I save me?

Yan Yan looked up and smiled. "When you come to me, why do you think I will save you?"
Su Fu is dumb, this is purely an intuition. Yan Yan is so similar to him. The only difference is that the blood on her hand is a dead person, and he specializes in harvesting the lives of living people.
After dinner, Yan Yan received a letter from the government, saying that she would pick her up the day after tomorrow.
This news is absolutely only a surprise for Yan Yan. Late Green and Xing Niang are also sad and happy. The only happy person is only Song Lan, because she wants revenge. Only when she is close to Gao, can she implement her long-revened revenge.
It’s definitely wonderful to meet each other. Yan Yan is particularly happy to see this excitement, so I can only adjust my mind to the most peaceful state.
As night falls, the sky is high, the moon stars are thin, and the clouds at the foot of the mountain pass from the temple to the faint chanting.
For such a voice, I am afraid that not only can not calm down, but it is like a curse.
Yan Yan sighed, lying on the couch, slowly closing his eyes.
In the early morning of the next day, the sky was still not bright, and there was a small disturbance in the courtyard. He listened quietly for a while, and did not hear any clues. He said: "Xing Niang, what happened?"
After a few pauses, the hurried footsteps sounded on the gallery. Xing Niang came in with a curtain. "Mother, the lord you saved is gone, leaving only a letter."
"Yeah." Su Fu will leave in the expectation of Yan Yan, she is sitting up, but I do not know why there is some loneliness in my heart. After reaching out and picking up the letter, after dismantling it, there was only one piece of paper inside, and the handwriting was like that of his own person, with a cold feeling and sharp pen.
Don't forget about it, don't forget it.
The payment is: period.
The only remaining part of Yan Yan’s sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and his mind stood in the moonlight, and he could smile with a slight smile.
What does it feel like?
"Mother..." Xing Niang saw her sleepy look and couldn't help but worry.
Yan Yan shook his head. "Nothing, go out first, I want to sleep for a while."
When Xing Niang saw that she was lying back, she retired and took the door.
Yan Yan reached out and touched the long beggar beside the couch, and pulled out the short sword inside. The cold light fell on the face, and she unconsciously picked up her eyes.
It was not until the morning light passed through the gap in the lattice window that she took up the blade and lay for a moment before calling the late green to come in for the grooming.
After the breakfast, Yan Yan lazily sat under the gallery and adjusted the interest on the book given by Su Fu. After receiving the work, he moved the round waist chair to see the medical book. For the case of escorting the men and women, Yan Yan has lost interest. Then, how to toss is the official thing.
Late Green was fined for copying the scriptures, and Song Lan was the teaching of the magical space with branches on the ground.
The day before Huifu’s house, Yan Yan was in such an idle situation.
On the second morning, there was a soldier who came to inform Yan Yan, and the cremation of Master Huai Yin was held in advance, just at noon today.
Yan Yan thought that this was a way to force the net to reveal her feet. She was afraid that the net madness would be unfavorable to the illusion, and she would take the illusion and everyone to the cloud to observe the ceremony.
In the Buddha's view, death is not the end, but a new beginning, especially the sorghum that is quite comprehensible to the Dharma like Huaiyin. Death is a complete merit.
Entering the cloud from the temple, the ancient temple of the dead tree, a solemn. Yan Yan thought, do these monks know the truth?
The weather was fine, and there was already a fire on the open space. Huai Yin’an sat on it, surrounded by monks who were chanting around, and Xiao Yu and Liu Rang stood on the periphery.
Yan Yan also found a remote place to stand.
"Huai Yin Master is still so beautiful." The magical gaze fell on the face of Huaiyin, and his expression was full of envy. "He must be the Buddha's reincarnation."
"What do you say, if you look good, Xiao Shilang also looks good, is it also the Buddha's reincarnation." Late green whispered.
"Not the same."
It is not the same. The temperament of the red and dust that is hidden in the body is different from that of everyone in the world.
When the sun rises, the bells in the temple are long, and afterwards, the fire pits have been placed around.
Yan Yan carefully observed Huai Yin, he did not die, otherwise it would never be able to look like two days after death.
The bell rang nine hundred and eighty-one times, and the sound of the chanting was still unbroken, but it became more and more urgent. Seeing that the sun is close to the noon, Yan Yan is a little anxious. If the net benefit does not come, is it really necessary to burn it?
"Fire." The old monk standing in front of him, hoarse voice.
The young monk standing on the four sides has already lit the torch, sings the sound of the chanting, and the snoring of the wooden fish, which makes people feel nervous.
Liu Qingsong raised his brows tightly, and Xiao Yu and Liu Ling were so desperate, as if they had burned their minds.
"Ignition."
The four monks heard the sound, and the torch was close to the fire. A slamming sound, the torch of the monk in the south corner fell to the ground, just as Yan Yan thought it was a net benefit to use the kung fu to knock down the torch, and the monk crashed into the ground.
Yan Yan frowned, followed by the second one, and there were constantly monks who fell.
Liu Qingsong rushed forward to find the pulse, and found that they were just coma, only a little relieved.
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