Prayer and chant scriptures are mostly things that monks can do, and some people will do similar things for their own blessings.

Leng Xiaobai spent another day in a daze and finally woke up. He looked at the sky outside before dawn, and was looking around him that this was his home, and sitting ten feet away was Qiushan, which had not left.

"Someone wants to kill you, and you have already started to do it. What did you eat a few days ago? Who gave it to you?"

Hearing the sound from the bed, Qiushan walked over and looked at Leng Xiaobai and said.

Leng Xiaobai, who had just woken up, looked at his body, first touched the eight big holes on his body, then touched the Tianling above his head, and then looked at Qiushan.

“How long have I slept?”

Leng Xiaobai's actions told him that he knew what was happening to him. Now you just need to tell me how long I have slept.

"To be precise, you have been in a coma for a day and a night, and it will be dawn in a while. Since you know your body so well, I will have nothing to do with me. I haven't slept all night, and I'm really a little sleepy."

Qiushan looked at Leng Xiaobai's appearance and knew at a glance that he knew everything. If he was still confused now, then even if he saved it in vain, how could he save it in vain?

"Thank you for what happened yesterday."

Qiushan, who was stretching his waist, stopped for a moment, and did not turn around, but just waved his hand that was stretching to the back, without saying anything, leaving the door of the palace.

A word of thanks, not even a word of gratitude, is enough for the reward for not resting on this day and night.

Qiushan has heard many people thank him, and they cried, and they were so excited that they didn’t know what to say. They even laughed and laughed happily, and some were widowed. Many people have thanked him because he really understood a lot, but Bai Wuren never thanked him, and Leng Xiaobai never thanked him. He is a proud person, and he will not bow his head when facing another proud person.

Leng Xiaobai lay down again, and the fatigue his body gave him made him know what it means to recover from a serious illness, what it means to fall like a mountain, and the ward is like a thread being pulled. Now even if he wants to move, he can't move at all.

Akiyama knew about the eight large yards in the palace, and many small houses he had never counted before. The large yard could only be lived for the owner and some distinguished guests, while the servants could only live in small houses he had never counted before.

Next door to Leng Xiaobai is the Jin butler who has been taking care of here. He is loyal to Leng Xiaobai from the bottom of his heart and loyal to the person who rescued herself from the Shangren Mansion. Even if she was frightened by the dry well in the backyard, it still did not affect her doing many things.

Breakfast is always something to eat. Leng Xiaobai, who was not served by two ladies, ate from Jin Furong bit by bit. This feeling of eating made him very unhappy because it was too ink, so he still prefers to eat voraciously.

In the ghost house in the back alley of the royal mansion, after Xie Wenluo buried Mr. Liaozhai, he went to the barber shop in the west of the city and cut himself a bald head. He walked outside at night without turning on the lights to let many people see him.

I woke up very early in the morning, not because Mr. Liaozhai had found him in his dream and expressed his gratitude for what he did.

The day before, I saw Mr. Liaozhai leave, and I have to see another person away on this day. He tried his best to press down on his back. Only in this way can he look calm and finish all the things he wants to do and not do yet.

Saying off is a very serious matter, especially seeing off your dearest person. This road is the Ultimate Road, the most difficult road in the world. No one knows how many thorns are on it, no one knows whether there will be thorns on it, and no one knows what the Ultimate Road looks like.

Xie Wenluo seemed to have seen the calmness. He sent two people away for two days in a row. I'm afraid no one in the world can be like him. At some point, he admired his calmness and did not cry bitterly. I don't know if it was because of cold blood or because of ruthlessness?

I took a cold shower in the morning and almost caught a cold. I put on a dress that was not gorgeous but neat, and there was no hair on my head. When I blew it through it, I regretted not taking away any dandruff.

Xie Wenluo ignored his regrets and found a scripture from the books left to him by Mr. Liaozhai, which read the scriptures of rebirth.

Turn on the first page.

There is no wooden fish used by monks. He used the piece of wood used by Mr. Liaozhai when he was teaching, and a chopstick, which can also make a rhythm, and it is very stable.

"Namo Amitobaye dotagadoya..."

The Sutra of Rebirth is written in Sanskrit. Once upon a time, Mr. Leslie Cheung taught him these things, because he used the most of the Sutra of Rebirth. Every time he told a story, he had to recite it again. Therefore, Xie Wenluo also knew what was written on this page. Of course, he only knew these, that's all.

I have recited the sutra of rebirth for countless times. It has been half a day and half a day. In another half a day, he will do another thing.

"Let's just stop here today. How many times do you want to listen to it? I will continue to read it for you, no, it's for you."

Xie Wenluo stood up, closed the book, put it back, and read it for half a morning and had almost memorized it. It should be said that he had memorized it. How can such a thing be used almost?

After breaking the chopsticks used, the piece of wood used by Mr. Liaozhai also fell on dust. Xie Wenluo walked out of the haunted house.

Only monks do this here. Even in the era of open customs, Leng Xiaobai would cut his hair short but would not shave it randomly. This involves many things. The Buddha has never said many things. Many people know that some of them cannot be blasphemed at will, not because of punishment from the gods, but because of alien beliefs.

When Leng Xiaobai walked away from the back door of the palace with a crutch, four people saw Yan Xia and Hongyun hiding in the corner, Jin Furong who had personally sent him away, and the iron pomegranate that had been in the palace.

It is not difficult to move in a weak position. It takes some time to get from the palace to the city gate, not to mention from Kyoto to Shilipo. Shilipo is not just a place name. It is located ten miles east of Kyoto, and the population is rare, so it has become a place for execution.

Those who can hold that knife have something in their hearts, otherwise they will definitely be scared to death.

"How long will it take for you to walk over like this, get in the car, let's go with you."

Less than a stick of incense, Leng Xiaobai walked to the Cuihua Restaurant and caught up with a carriage behind him. The one who drove the carriage was iron pomegranate. The sound from the carriage was so familiar and so beautiful.

Yanxia's voice is like a lark, like the sound of nature, like the most wonderful sounds, anyway, it is the best sound.

Leng Xiaobai did not hesitate and got into the car. There were only two of them in the car. Leng Xiaobai did not ask why they followed him, nor did he ask why he knew he was back.

The carriage just walked towards the ten-mile slope.
Chapter completed!