Royal Road

Winter is cold, more than night charcoal stoves, even in the scene, ten eight nine also placed new stoves. However, in this bedroom, there is no heating instrument, cold and ice. Change individuals, I am afraid that I have been frozen into a group, but the tens of tens of hyscale is sleeping, and even the bedding that is covered is slid down.

The man did not serve. On the back of the shoulder, there is or deep or shallow knife injury. Although these scars are , they are not awkward, and they have not broken their muscle solid, but they have a good state. Just like those who predatched, Zhang Xiongjian, let people be sighful.

And now, the wide shoulder is tightly tight, and it seems to be angry.

Low breath is getting more and more urgent, bringing a slight breath. I don't know if it is cold or surprised. At the moment of the peak, the closed eyes are suddenly treated, open their eyes. Among the gray, it is foggy, there is a sacred, but more is a burning hot, just like to penetrate the barrier, squatting on the phantom.

Soon, the eyes closed again. After three five breaths, when you reopened, the blue rumors were only quiet in the past.

Yan Yan opened the bedding, turned over to sit on the couch. The sweat on the back has been blown away by the cold air, bringing some tingling. However, the blenette in the trousers will not disappear. This should be embarrassing, but there is no expression on his face, just faded the dirty pants, got up to the bicycles on the side, playing some cool water, wipe it.

Not a meeting, those who do not have any incompetence disappeared. , ..

This is not his first time to dream of these arrogance. But the initial shame and fear have disappeared, leaving only comfort. On the day of the day, in a no buddy torment, supported him, the squat. I don't know if I stayed in the same house again, the dream and even more, more sweet, but I have never been defeated by the dream. He is clear, what you want, not just those in the dream.

There is no maid in the room to wait, after wearing a neat, the pro soldiers outside the door will end the warm water soil salt to wash it. After careful care, I didn't work, I walked out of the room.

These days, the Tiger Camp has begun to practice, and he will go to the camp on the city every day. But no matter how tired again, Yau will return to the city on time, rest in the History of the History. But today, he is not going to be outside.

Through a few cloisers, Yan Yan came to the hospital. There are many people in the hospital. Today is a winter solstice, according to the scripties, it is the ceremony, then set the banquet to be held. As one of the most important festivals at the end of the year, how can the thorn Host have a good opportunity to settle this storm?

Yan Yan also stood in the queue. Today, he is not the chief of the military officer, and it is also row the fox and others. However, in the abdomen, the veteran of the gods expressed enough goodness, after one, the team was quiet. After a big meeting, the door is open, and a few people surrounded by a long-length, and the man of Xuanzhuang came to the hospital.

The nature of the person is still a little pale, even if wearing winter clothes, as well as a wild crane. Slim shapes are not single, and there is an inconsistent momentum. Just stood in front of the temple, all the civil and martial arts around and rear, respectfully, respectfully.

"Today, winter solstice, don't have to be more ceremonial." The Qing dynasty sounded, waiting for everyone to do it, then he stepped to the front of the fierce square, stunned: "Bai is old, Excuse me! "

The ceremonial ceremony of the thorn is more than the county. With the lethargy, the side is led by the Lord boy, and drink it. The majesty dance, with the sound of drum, boils like.

Everyone has a mask, wearing the beast, and a gun spear, Wan, a group of magic. However, the man stood between the ghosts and stones. The fire is filled in the cheek of jade, Ying Ying has light.

Yan Yan did not move his eyes, then stared at the scene of the eyes. Until the Fang Fang, who was holding a torch, the thorn history was rushed out, and went to Jinyang City.

At the end of the ceremony, this is a banquet. The hostess owner, but took the carriage and went to Chengxi. The Grand Faith is also held in Waihne Temple. This is also the first time in Buddhist temple in the winter solstice to hold a seven-day sacrificial conference. Excellent death soul, is comforting the ancestors.

This can be used in a substance of the ceremony, but such a law conference, there is no different people who will be used by the people of Jinyang. Fang Xiang is just a ghost and optics, wants to die, still to be a Buddha, and the road is paid.

History, but also make this law a special color. Sorghum in the temple, greeted the temple door.

"Hosting, Zen Master." Liang Feng took the front step, for the first two sorghum.

Annual hosted and respect respect. Not long ago, I came to the state, and I settled in Waihnen Temple. Nowadays, this identity is similar, it seems extreme harm, how can it be surprising.

"The Fa Conference is about to open, please also make the monarch." The old monk is always color, calmly. It seems that it is not the main owner of the state, but a devout believead.

Liang Feng smiled and took behind him, and entered the Buddha Temple. Because of the arrival of , the scale of monks in the temple increased several times, but the Buddha Temple has not been expanded, and the Temple has become a problem. But people have more benefits, such as this law, more than a few times in the branban festival, and come from the Jinyang people who have always liked the winter solstice to earn a lot of popularity.

"Today, the scriptures are translated by the Hao Master." Hosting behind the futures, I gave a gift to the old man, "I also asked the Zen Master to lead."

It is also a glory for the Fa Conference. Hu Yan, who is white, is still a gift, spread it out, read it. The Van Yin, the hall, and the look of Liang Feng swept a moment between the two, and closed his eyes.

At this time, in fact, two monks still have some friction. But ,,,, , The Jinyang Dharma is prosperous, believers are devout, and the support of the Jun, let him be very moving.

The Wai Nen Temple hosts this quickly, and uses it in the extreme. In the temple, there was one person outside the temple, the pattern of one person. It is also a subtle balance.

Today's Fa Conference is this balanced display. Look in the eyes, Liang Feng naturally secretly.

After the chanting, it is a speech, and there are ceremonies such as Giftover. The French will last for seven days, but Liang Feng did not stay in the temple. The History also has a banquet to serve the officials, and even the rice is also used in the temple.

I hosted that I didn't mind that Liang Feng hurried, and she still sent him out. Just picked up a word before leaving: "The poor thinking is a long time, and the surname will be widely implemented.

Liang Feng Eye is bright: "Hosting this, work in a thousand autumn."

After the Dharma is east, the monks will follow the Master's father. The monkeys from the Tianzhu, the monkete from the rest, the surname of the monks, the monk of the big month, even if some people love the Dharma, but only change the surname "", "Buddha", there is no unified last name. In this way, the disciples under the embostee have become another faction. In the long run, isn't it to compete?

Therefore, when Liang Feng puts forward the suggestion of the monk unified surname, the old monk is still in the gods. Saki disciple, self-satisfaction is complete! And his opinion, also let the unfair laws, and complion, the scriptures I have seen, and I have also mentioned the four surnames of Tianzhu, and I will give up the story of the surname.

I have a heart, add my devout, and the government, how can I not shoot?

No one is more clear than Liang Feng, the importance of the monks changed. This is a great way to control the monks, a little bit of the surname and the inheritance, and use the rules of Jinyang to constrain the world. This big man will slowly incorporate the control of the government. In this way, hidden worries will be half.

Step by step by step, the long stairs of Wai En Temple, Liang Feng stood in front of the car, took a breath, and stepped into the carriage. He didn't even have to take a kung fu, and looked at the person who followed the car.

Near the evening, the stabbiz is a banquet, Jinyang civil wastama is taken out, and the chart is divided. Everyone lifted the cup, he was in the hands of the government.

Ya Le talks, songs and dances, there is a good feast of a good word. This time, there are a lot of people, except for the Sanzhou bureaucracy, Jinyang high door has also arrived. Everyone firmly condensed next to the person, as started to be driven by the big river, a hammer of hammer, consolidated the coke soil burned by the fire, glow Zouli.

However, look at the wind of the person on the seat, and the eyebrows are not showing. Only because of the person on the seat, after smiling, it is not easy to detect. This day, it's too long, it's hard to endure. Regardless of those who persuaded alcohol, I will not be intoxicated, a glass of thick wine, a cup of a cup, never stopped.

The banquet has continued to have two hours, and the party ends. It's a three-day holiday, a hundred official seal, the soldiers stop. The most difficult time in winter has passed, anyone wants to cherish these days leisure.

Some people are still unrelenting.

After the crowd remained, Zhang Bin came to the past and whispered a few words. Liang Fengfu is a down, no stay, take people to go to the study.

After the body, Yan Yan stopped looking at the disappearing back, pressed the pain of the heart. All private feelings are not worth mentioning in front of the trend. How can you still worry about himself?

Calm turning around, Yan Yan is going to the courtyard of the hospital, as in the past.