Since those irresponsible guys in Li Xingyun left the hospital, I’ve been alone in the daytime, and I’ve been busy dealing with those six-character students who covet the third platform seat and come to challenge the hospital. After nightfall, you indiscriminately pulled me into this Bodhisattva chess … Master has not had enough sleep for more than ten days! Where do you sometimes learn chess?
Do you complain about being full of buildings or knowing the limits?
He smiled a little embarrassed. "It’s Daozong’s adult, and your chess player is far behind."
Xiang Daozong laughed. "Is this true?"
Jiang Manlou raised his hand and swore "absolute truth or … lightning strikes."
There was a cloud thunder in the star.
Jiang full building heart in a surprised.
Shrink up the neck timidly at the stars.
Xiang Daozong said with a smile, "Not bad, not bad, and I know that coaxing me is much better than your master Jiang Gu."
Jiang Manlou was surprised, "Does Daozong know the old man?"
Xiang Daozong showed a little nostalgia. "We had a fight when we were as old as you."
Jiang Manlou was brought up by Jiang’s grandfather since childhood.
Speaking of which, parents’ feelings are not as heavy as those of the old man.
On hearing that Xiang Daozong’s grandfather was an old acquaintance, Jiang Manlou suddenly became interested. "Lord Daozong, who was better when my grandfather was young?"
Xiang Daozong proudly said, "That guy who smells like copper knows that studying all kinds of magic weapons behind closed doors is an opponent."
Jiang Manlou picked his eyebrows a little dim. "It’s also that the master is addicted to the art of doorways and doesn’t care about spiritual practice."
When I remembered my old man, I suddenly remembered a problem, a heavy problem.
He swallowed and looked at the skinny old man sitting cross-legged across the street.
"If you have something to say, just say it"
Jiang Manlou stole a glance at Huangfuyi again and finally ignored Huangfuyi’s cold eyes. He got up the courage to novel, "Daozong’s adult, you are hurt …"
Xiang Daozong stared at the chessboard with deep eyes and found that he had made a mistake. After that, he directly picked up the white and then regretted the chess. He didn’t feel the bad influence and smiled, "Good!"
Jiang Manlou choked.
In the courtyard, I once overlooked Tianer’s second faith and carried forward the Six-character Gate. Is Daozong’s adult going to fall?
He had tears in his eyes. "Then how many days do you have left to live?"
Xiang Daozong slightly zheng.
Obviously, I didn’t expect this little guy to be so direct
He raised his head and looked at the glittering 3,000 Bodhi trees. He said with emotion, "How can I watch my disciple wake up in one year?"
Chapter 35 Borrow one year for the rest of my life
Xiang Daozong has a life span of one year.
His eyes were staring at the 3,000 bodhi trees soaring into the sky, and the starlight lit up his old and wrinkled face, and he could vaguely see the tears in the corner of his eyes.
After living for thousands of years, we are used to life and death. Naturally, Taoist sects will not be blind to life and death, nor will they shed tears in front of the young students.
Now he is an ordinary old man.
Imagine what kind of body an ordinary old man should have left after living for thousands of years without repair!
Bones are like sand and meat. That body should have been weathered!
Tears in Xiang Daozong’s eyes are just cold wind entering his eyes.
His eyes are no longer clear, but cloudy!
He said that he still had a year to live. This bodhi tree was told to the disciple Huangfuyi and to the old friend Houjiang.
In fact, he knows in his heart that this year’s life expectancy is not to tell people. He is staring at 3 thousand bodhi trees. He is just praying.
Pray to 3,000 bodhi trees that you can have the rest of your life for one year.
He doesn’t believe in heaven or fate.
The first belief in the hospital is not his belief.
He believes in three thousand bodhi trees.
He knew that three thousand bodhisattvas were the eyes of the teacher.
He prayed to the teacher to borrow the rest of his life for another year
……
Whether the theory of Bodhisattva Tree is full of buildings or Huangfuyi fell into silence for a while.
A year is too short for a yogi who can live to be a hundred years old, just like being forgetful. Luo Changfeng has slept for a whole year since the day of injury.