Bone Painting Coroner

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After Langpo left--

Jing Rong sighed, went out from the house, and stood under the eaves.

Outside, I did not know when some red lanterns were hung, and the light reflected on his side with distinct corners, which seemed to gradually polish and round it.

It's a little bit hard and cold, a little more lazy.

suddenly--

He looked up and asked in the direction of the roof, "How long have you been here?"

Mo Ruo sat half on the roof, leaning on the low platform next to Yujiao with one hand and hanging a jug of wine in one hand.

Hearing a question from the person under him, he smiled and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

Slowly said, "Since you said the imperial imperial edict, it was there."

Therefore, Langpo said that he could not find Wei Yi.

Jing Rong opened his eyes and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Mo Ruo sighed.

"There are people up and down in the Hou Mansion. It is very noisy. Only you are quiet, come and avoid."

Speechless!

Jing Rong no longer asked.

Mo Ruo was very happy, raising Yang's wine jug, and asked the following, "The best old-age wine from the Hou Mansion, do you want a sip, it's beautiful."

"You stole it."

"How can it be said to be stealing? The wine is for the idlers, it's for stealing, not stealing. You're wrong."

"Strong words."

"Strong words? I don't like this word. I said it was ancient philosophy, and the words are fine."

Jing Rong smiled. Although he couldn't see the man's straight and strong look on the roof, he could also imagine that it must be funny and cute.

Helplessly shook his head and ignored it.

a long time--

When Mo Ruo finished drinking, he put the jug close to his hand, and the roof tiles were stacked up, which was not flat. As soon as the water-colored wine bottle was released, he rolled away from the tiles on the roof with a few clicks.

It was about to hit the ground.

But Jing Rong stretched out his hand, then weighed a few times in his hand, and then gently placed on the ground.

I only heard a "creak" laugh from above.

"interesting!"

Have fun with your sister!

Jing Rong really wanted to throw the wine bottle up and smash the drunkard to death.

But think about it, and resisted the urge.

Who knows, another word came from above, "True counsel."

Then he squeaked again.

Jing Rong still endured, no mood to play with him, if not, the drunkard above has now become compressed cookies.

I didn't know how long it took before Mo Ruo's laughter was contained. After a moment of silence, he lay directly on the roof like muddy mud. He thought he was asleep, but he was confused. , Said; "If Wei Yi is really in trouble, how would you explain to Mr. Ji? After all, he was involved because of the previous fight between you and Yi Wang."

Uh!

Jing Rong's face sank, but he suddenly said something like this suddenly.

For a long time, there was no response, just standing quietly under the eaves, with deep, dark eyes staring closely at the crumbling lantern in the distance.

He and Moruo.

One is on!

One is under!

A sleepiness!

A silence!

In the early morning of the next day, the carriage was ready for departure.

It's just that Lord Kang didn't come to see him off. Maybe he still read the bloodied notes in the room.

The old housekeeper in the house was a careful person, adding many things to the carriage, eating and drinking everything.

"Be careful on the road." He leaned down.

Jing Rong: "There are so many things happening in the house continuously. Hou Ye is afraid that it will be difficult to digest for a while. You have to take care of them."

"Yes, Grandpa rest assured."

Jingrong nodded and got on the carriage.

Go forward slowly!

The car and horse team walked out of Jingzhou City for a while and bumped continuously.

Jing Rong took Ji Yun into his arms and hugged it tightly, fearing that her body would bump into the car wall.

After the carriage gradually stabilized, Jing Rong held his fingers together and lifted the curtain to take a look. This would have already passed through the forest just now, and went on the official road.

"According to the current itinerary, you can reach the foot of Liangshan in three days."

It is not far from the capital.

Ji Yunshu lifted the curtain on the other side and looked back.

After seeing Langbo, he drove over and asked, "Mr. Ji, what did you tell me?"

"Wen Xian and Zhao Huaike can follow?"

"Always behind, but not close."

She "huh" screamed and stretched her head back without saying anything.

The car and horse team went on the official road for another day, and it was about to reach the foot of Liangshan outside the capital. However, the heavens did not make beauty, and there was heavy downpour, and the raindrops fell like jade beads. The sky is like opening a big hole, and the sound of thunder and wind is caught in the wind and rain, and it is even more crazy...

Just a moment later, the clear sky was shrouded in dense clouds.

Gloomy and gloomy.

In this case, it is difficult to move forward!

Fortunately, there is a Guang'an Temple nearby, located in the mountains, although the reputation is not enough, the incense is still heyday.

Jing Rong ordered to go to the temple to avoid rain, and then wait until the rain stopped.

A group of people arrived in the rain, but the gate was closed in the temple.

The plaque of Guang'an Temple is simply a piece of lacquered wood with the words "Guang'an Temple" ironed on it, which is very simple.

Lang Bo dismounted and knocked on the door.

It took a long time for the mahogany door to open slowly, but only one door slit was opened, and a black monk's eyes protruded from his eyes. His eyes looked around Lang Po, looking at him with a fierce look, and he saw him again. The long sword in his hand immediately stunned, and the door slit closed again.

"The donor?"

"Don't be afraid, little monk. We passed by here, and it was raining heavily outside.

"This..." The young monk did not have the right to make the decision. "Wait, the little monk went to inform the abbot."

After that, the door was quickly closed again.

Langbo wondered, and said to the guards around him, "Isn't the temple's masters all bodhisattva's hearts? It's raining so hard outside, you should open the door immediately and let us in, how can you ask for instructions? If it's on the battlefield , The enemy pursued, and we withdrew our troops back to the city. Do we need the consent of the city owner to open the door? If so, we are probably dead."

Big brother, pull away.

The guard smiled and slapped his hand on his shoulder, saying, "I think the young monk was scared by you."

"I'm not looking like a human being."

"Lang Bodyguard, you really should look in the mirror."

After the two of them talked together, the door was finally opened. The little monk opened the door directly before.

He folded his hands together, "Amitabha, the abbot said, from his own family, suffering and suffering, I also asked the donors to enter the temple to avoid the rain. This rain will not stop for a while, so I arranged a few zen rooms and left the donors to live. Overnight."

Your abbot is so good!

Langbo fists his sword and clenches his hands, "Thank you little monk." gfbmmjD6vtLSaDjNAMr7x+cAJfrxmldLwH/ZzyO8z5GisJlPbdeDIGJfyq9N6ALntkPrNLIFSkmT6M4KHQWJrA==

"Amitabha."