(A million passes are really as iron, but now I have taken a step back and crossed, and it is not easy to have a million words! The Southern Dynasties are still there, and this book is still there!)

The sound of wooden fish is like knocking on the heart; chanting scriptures is like water flowing, only lingering in the ears, bit by bit, hard to resist, and flows in until the whole body and mind is flooded and soaked...

This is really a painful process.

But as long as you open your heart and take refuge in the past, you will immediately feel that everything you hear and hear is the sound of the immortal singing of the Brahma Singing, which is very wonderful.

In the room, Chen Sanlang was already surrounded by these sounds.

It took him three quarters of an hour to grind the ink. When he put down the ink block, his hands were trembling slightly, as if he was not holding a small ink block, but an extremely heavy stone. After dancing for a while, his wrists became sore and very tired.

Sweat permeated from the forehead, giving all the hair.

His expression was quite stable, but in the Niwan Palace, the soul was fighting fiercely, but it was difficult for the outside to see.

Chen Sanlang was very suspicious that if the "Haoran Silk Book" were not in charge, he would have become what he would have become. Even if he did not kowtow and bow, he would have bowed and listened to him.

The sounds of wooden fish chanting scriptures are intertwined, and thousands of rays of breath are formed in the soul world, presenting a faint golden color, just like flowing gold, everywhere.

When Chen Sanlang met the emperor, he was trapped by Xia Yulong's aura. The aura was also golden. However, there were differences between the two.

The dragon's energy is golden, majestic and forced, and there is no doubt about it; but the sound of Buddha is solemn, but there is a soft influence inside, which seems kind and is particularly easy to accept and believe.

Right and wrong, success and failure turn out to be empty, and the king's dominance is all fake...

Life is illusory, and its essence is like this.

Since this is the case, why should you marry a wife? What are you still struggling and struggling to do?

It's better to go back than to go back...

When Chen Sanlang listened to Jingkong's chanting, he felt that he was repeatedly saying and expressing the meaning: Let go, let go!

Let go of everything lightly!

After listening to it for too much, I gradually became confused. At this time, the ancient book was shining brightly, and words and sentences flew out, struggling to withstand the erosion of the golden light:

"When family and country are in trouble, the world is difficult, so how can we retreat? How can we avoid it? How can we let go? How can we be empty?"

Chen Sanlang was shocked and woke up from his confusion. He felt cold sweat flowing down his spine. He calmed down and reached out to pick up the pen, dipped it ink, and started writing.

I only wrote one word, the font is square and large, almost filled with the whole piece of paper, and it was a word "quiet".

There is peace of mind whenever there is something big.

Peace is rare, and quiet is also difficult.

Quietness is actually a state of mind.

The world is full of human feelings, and the world is full of confusion. Who can be quiet but not moving? Who can move without being anxious? Who can be anxious but not confused?

When you are dizzy, you often do something confused, or even do anything by any means, without any distinction.

When Chen Sanlang had that big dream, his soul was different. It was hard to say, but it was particularly concise and calm.

When a person has lived at a certain age and experience, he will be like this more or less. It is called "maturity". Although Chen Sanlang is young, his dreams have more experience than many people who have lived for most of his life. You must know that that dream is so unusual and incredible.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of this that he can complement the Haoran Silk Book.

But now, he is suffering from a great crisis. When he picks up his pen and puts in ink, his wrists seem unstable and shaking slightly. How can he write well when his wrists are shaking?

As expected, the first horizontal stroke of the pen was uneven and slightly slanted.

Chen Sanlang didn't care, and couldn't care so much for the time being. He wrote it horizontally after horizontally until the word "jing" was completed.

I was very dissatisfied with the completion. Every stroke had flaws of one kind or another, either slanting down or slanting up, or slanting on the left or twisting on the right, which led to the structure of the entire character being dispersed, just like a schoolchild's graffiti, and even worse.

"This word is so ugly..."

Chen Sanlang looked at it and felt ashamed. He couldn't keep this word, so he had to rub it quickly and write another one.

I thought of kneading it into a ball and throwing it on the ground.

It’s strange to say that, thinking about it, I feel that the sound of the wooden fish hitting is weaker, and the sound of chanting scriptures is not so close to my ears, and it begins to become farther away.

Jingkong's body trembled slightly, and even the sound of chanting sutras suddenly stopped. Fortunately, he reacted very quickly and connected it in time, otherwise he would fail.

Chen Sanlang didn't notice this detail. He changed into a new piece of paper and started writing the second piece, but still only wrote one word: "Jing"!

But after writing the second word "jing", it seems to be even uglier than the first one, and the whole character is twisted and it doesn't look like a character.

Chen Sanlang frowned and looked at Jingkong who was sitting there chanting scriptures. He suddenly realized that the old monk was hitting the wooden fish faster and the sound of chanting scriptures became louder.

"He started to be anxious..."

Chen Sanlang was not surprised but happy. He took a long breath, rolled up his sleeves, and continued to lift his pen and write.

...

The sound of wooden fish and chanting scriptures that became more urgent were spread outside and reached Xu Nianniang's ears. After hearing this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Good boy, there's some skills."

I feel relieved.

Whether it was before or now, these sounds did not cause any interference to Xu Nianniang. He was eating meat and drinking slowly, and he didn't take it seriously. This shows how hard his heart is?

He was the only one left in the entire hall. Others evacuated from the government office and even the gate was closed, so that people would no longer come in.

Zhou Fencao and others were waiting outside, and a large group of people gathered together, all of them looking a little nervous.

They are all leaders who work in the government office. In other words, they can only be there because Chen Sanlang is there. I heard that an old monk came to enlighten the city lord and entered the Hunting Sect. Everyone scoffed at it and did not take Jingkong seriously. They should drive him out and drive him away directly.

However, since the situation has developed, it seems that something is wrong. The old monk actually possesses magical powers, which is unusual.

What should I do if Chen Sanlang is really inspired to be a monk?

As soon as this thought came out, everyone was scared and sweating. Their minds couldn't help but draw a scene: Chen Sanlang was slandered, turned bald, wore a monk's robe, and left...

What should I do without his Laoshan Mansion? I'm afraid it will be split immediately and dispersed.

No, this is absolutely not allowed to happen.

Guo Chu said to Zhou Fencao: "Duke Zhou, it's not appropriate to go to General Jiang and ask him to send a heavy cavalry. No matter what, suppressing the irritable chanting of scriptures first is also considered helping the young master."

Zhou Fencao also looked hesitant and thought for a while: "It is not advisable to act rashly for the time being. Since the young master dares to face it alone, he is sure. Besides, Mr. Xu is in charge in the hall. If there is something wrong, he will never stand by."

Guo Chu rubbed his hands nervously: "I'm not worried, this old bald donkey is very evil."

He couldn't help but be nervous. He was disabled and it was extremely difficult to survive in this chaotic era. It was rare to be valued by Chen Sanlang. Now Laoshan Mansion is already a core member. If something goes wrong with Chen Sanlang, what will he do? What's more, he still has a thought in his heart, wanting to help Chen Sanlang grow stronger wholeheartedly, so that he will have the opportunity to find his lost wife and children.

It can be said that Chen Sanlang has already placed his hopes on his behalf and cannot be misunderstood.

Zhou Fencao sighed: "I'm worried too, but now I can only wait."

Having said that, everyone was unable to calm down, whispering, whispering, and buzzing.

This mind is obviously a little confused.

Zhou Fen Cao Gu watched from both sides and looked around, thinking that this would not work. Dozens of people from all over the country gathered outside the government office. The movement was quite big. When the people saw it, they didn't know that they would think about it. Once the people were moved, they would have to comfort them, but it would take a lot of time.

Just thinking about whether to let everyone go, when I went home during the holiday today, I suddenly heard noisy voices from both sides of the street. When I raised my hand, I couldn't help but be stunned. I saw a large area of ​​darkness and hundreds of people flocked to me.

What is this to do?

At the first time, Zhou Fencao was a little overwhelmed. He thought something had happened and people were making trouble. He was about to order the yamen soldiers to go up and stop them. The people were approaching and shouting slogans:

"Sir, don't become a monk!"

"Damn bald donkey, get out of Laoshan Mansion!"

After hearing this, Zhou Fen Cao's heart calmed down. It turned out that the people had heard that Jingkong came to enlighten Chen Sanlang and gathered to support him.

What the people's will do is nothing more than this.

Zhou Fencao sighed and was happy. But soon he felt a headache. So many people gathered in the government office, so it was difficult to keep the chaos. People should be calm rather than chaos. Once chaos arises, the consequences will be uncontrollable. If it is said that when quiet, it is like water from a well, and chaos will become a torrent, rushing and flooding, and flooding.

On the other hand, there are only two squads of yamen runners, and there is not enough manpower.

Now I quickly went to wake up Lei Wei.

The Thunder Gongwei woke up in shock and heard the loud noises of a blockbuster, and jumped up in shock: "No, no, the people in the city were bewitched by the sound of chanting!"

Zhou Fencao shouted angrily: "What nonsense?"

Lei Wei was a little awake, but still had lingering fear. He was in the hall before, and he had been drinking with Xu Nianniang for a good drink, but suddenly his head became confused and seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, such as not being able to drink alcohol in the future and not eating meat again...

Such things.

But he believed it. This time he thought about it, it was like a dream.

It must be a nightmare!

Zhou Fencao said to him: "Lei Wei, send someone to the military camp quickly and ask General Jiang to dispatch some soldiers here just in case."

At this time, Lei Wei also heard that the gathering people came to support Chen Sanlang, so he asked in surprise: "Duke Zhou, they are all here to help the city lord, what are they afraid of?"

"If you are asked to go, why do you need to say more?"

Zhou Fencao did not explain to him.

“Yes yes.”

Lei Wei hurriedly agreed, thinking that his head was really ruined by the old bald donkey. If it were normal, Zhou Fencao ordered him, he would never tremble.

Before we could send someone, we heard the sound of horse hooves. Looking over, it was Jiang Caoqi who led the heavy cavalry to arrive, with a huge momentum.

When such a thing happened, Jiang Caoqi got the news, so he couldn't help but immediately called in the army. It was a matter of life or death to see which crazy monk in the temple dared to let Chen Sanlang be a monk.

Seeing the arrival of the army, Zhou Fencao felt even more at ease: This time, he would no longer be afraid of causing trouble.

Just as I was looking around, I saw the crowd parting. The heroic Xu Jun arrived, with an unprecedented murderous aura. In the palm of his right hand, a cold light flashed, clearly a blade.

Well, the young master's wife arrived, and this time it became even more lively.
Chapter completed!