mad dragon son-in-law

Chapter 457 Waiting for My Brother Wu Song to Come Back
The monk's shout instantly caused quite a commotion.

The monks lining up around the water tank in the backyard to drink water from water ladles all froze when they heard the shout, then looked at each other, and ran to the depths of the backyard in unison.

After confirming that the old abbot had really passed away, all the people present put their hands together and bowed to the abbot, saying, "Amitabha!"

At the same time, Xiao Feng and others who walked to the gate of the temple heard the sound of gold and iron colliding behind them.

"Clang clang clang clang..."

This sound is a bit like a school that didn't have electric bells in the early years, using a small hammer to hit the iron bump hanging under the tree to determine the time for class start and end get out of class.

And at the moment the sound sounded, the two monks who were guarding both sides of the temple gate, waiting for the pilgrims to leave, and who were in charge of locking the gate, glanced at each other, then Sa Yazi ran towards the temple.

Not only that, but also the other monks in the front yard, even if they didn't run away, they all rushed towards the back yard.

"Brother Xiao Feng, why do they seem to be in a hurry?" the little girl wondered.

Xiao Fengxin said, you ask me, I'll ask who to go to, but seeing the innocent and cute appearance of the little girl, I really want to hate him, but I don't want to hate him, so I looked up at the sky and replied: "Maybe it's time for dinner .”

But when he said this, Xiao Feng had a vague feeling that something happened in the temple.

Of course, no matter how hard he guessed, he probably wouldn't be able to guess. The abbot, who was joking with him half an hour ago, went to the Land of Ultimate Bliss in such a short time.

……

In the backyard, the monks gathered around the stone table without saying a word, and the atmosphere was very heavy.

But after all, they are monks. Although they were sad, the monks did not cry like ordinary people. There were only two young monks who looked like they were not more than ten years old, sobbing softly.

In the midst of grief, someone saw the letter left by the abbot on the table, and everyone's expressions were extremely surprised after it was circulated.

One of the two young monks raised his head and asked curiously, "Brother, what did the abbot write?"

The monk next to him shook his head, did not give an answer, but put away the letter.

At this time, the sky was completely dark.

The evening wind picked up suddenly, blowing the canopy and shaking for a while, and a few dead leaves fell from everyone's body, as if the abbot was saying his final farewell to the monks.

……

On the way back to the courtyard, the little girl received a call from Zhen Jinghan. After hanging up, she said to everyone, "Sister Jinghan asked me to tell everyone that she has already prepared dinner and is waiting for us to go back and start eating."

Xiao Feng walked up to the little girl and asked, "Did you really ask that old abbot about marriage?"

"Of course, brother Xiao Feng, you don't know me yet. I always keep my word."

"What did the abbot tell you?"

"Well... I can't tell you."

"Don't tell me, right? OK, that's fine. If I have anything to do in the future, I'll keep it from you."

"Hey, you have to keep some privacy for others. I'm already this old, so I should have a little secret of my own."

The little girl couldn't make out any words, so Xiao Feng had no choice but to ask Lu Yao instead.

Although Lu Yao did not refuse directly like the little girl, but she was coy, and she still refused to explain what the abbot told her.

Xiao Feng was a little speechless, it seemed that he could only ask the abbot himself this question.

But where did he expect that even if he went back to the temple now, it was doomed to be impossible to get the answer from the abbot.

Suddenly, Xiao Feng noticed Su Yuzhuo who was walking silently behind the crowd. He lowered his head slightly, and seemed to have something on his mind.

"What is the question you asked that old abbot?" Xiao Feng went over to talk.

Fujiwara Jingming quietly walked away very wisely, giving his young lady and Xiao Feng a chance to talk alone.

Su Yuzhuo shook his head: "It's nothing, it's just that everyone went in to ask questions, and they went in to follow the formalities."

Xiao Feng teased and said: "Let me guess, what you are asking is probably about marriage?"

"No, I'm asking about the future." Su Yuzhuo gave a general answer.

"What about the future?" Xiao Feng was slightly taken aback, and didn't continue to ask, for fear that the other party would say that he would continue to pester him.

However, for some reason, Xiao Feng had a feeling that the answer was not what he guessed.

But because Su Yuzhuo obviously didn't intend to explain, he didn't want to ask too much, as long as he didn't pester himself to death, what would he love.

I just don't know how Su Yuzhuo would feel if he let Su Yuzhuo know his thoughts?
When the group returned to the courtyard, it was already 06:30 in the evening.

I saw Zhen Jinghan holding a soup bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other, trying to persuade Zhao Guoan to drink some soup, but Zhao Guoan refused with a sad face, as if poison had been put in the soup.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Feng suddenly had a classic dialogue in his mind.

"Da Lang, just drink it."

"When my brother Wu Song comes back..."

Thinking of this, Xiao Feng burst into laughter with a "poof", looked at Zhao Guoan and said, "Are you waiting for your brother Wu Song to come back?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned. After a while, there was a sudden look in their eyes, and they understood what Xiao Feng was playing.

Zhao Guoan obviously also realized what Xiao Feng was alluding to, and immediately rolled his eyes angrily: "Boring!"

"That's just right, I knew you were bored, so I brought you a surprise." Xiao Feng answered immediately.

Zhao Guoan was startled, and suddenly felt something bad.

Sure enough, Xiao Feng clapped his hands and said to the door: "Come in."

Immediately afterwards, two familiar figures walked in.

"Why are you here?" Zhao Guoan asked blankly.

"You don't seem to welcome us?" Qi Xiaoman put his hands on his chest, pretending to be dissatisfied.

"No, it's not that you're welcome, I mean, how did you find this place?"

"This is fate. We went to burn incense in the temple today, and we happened to meet, and I heard that you drank too much last night, so I followed along." Xiao Yalan explained with a smile.

Zhen Jinghan shook the spoon in her hand, looked at Zhao Guoan and asked, "Do you know each other?"

Zhao Guoan nodded.

"Then the reason why you got drunk last night was also because..." Having said this, Zhen Jinghan smiled self-deprecatingly, and didn't continue talking.

"Shihan, the food is on the kitchen table. I've put it in a bowl. If there's nothing else to do, I'll leave first." Zhen Jinghan forced a smile.

Zhao Guoan thumped in his heart. If the other party just left like this, would he be able to sleep soundly this night?
Immediately stopped and said: "It's not what you imagined, listen to my explanation, I... ah!"

But because of being too excited, he fell off the bed directly, his face was on the ground, and his feet were still hanging on the bed. The fall was like a piece of porcelain.

(End of this chapter)