A Paragon of Wuhun

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The first thousand eight hundred eighty-three chapters of mother relics

The two came to the small courtyard and pushed the door into the house.

Chen Feng is also discovered soon, this house is also extremely simple.

The table and chairs inside are very simple, and Chen Feng even saw a loom in the Western House.

"Weaving machine?" Chen Feng picked his eyebrows and said: "Why do I have this in my mother's room?"

Tong Bo hesitated, then the voice was low: "When the young master has just born, there are two people, the mother and the child, life is poor, and it is difficult to continue."

"That time, the lady wants to think that other nobles in the government are born. If you don't, you will starve to death!"

"What? My mother's wife, the wife, who didn't give other women weaving for a living?" Chen Feng heard this sentence, the muscles on his face were dramatically jumped, flashing a touch of irritation, eyes change Get red!

"Is it not supported by the cloud?" Chen Feng angered.

Tongbao sighed and silent.

He doesn't have to say anything, Chen Feng can guess.

He deeply took a deep breath and calm his mood, in this yard, in several rooms, turned a circle.

Although it is extremely simple, there is a trace of mother's life everywhere.

Chen Feng looked at it, and there were countless sorrows in the heart.

Although I can't remember, I can't remember the appearance of my mother, but Chen Feng can imagine, the childhood own and the mother are in the life here, what is the hardships you have to have, and what is the mother of my mother?

There is a fragrant case in the Zhengtang.

Above the incense case, there is a Buddha image.

The Buddha is very simple, the engraving is also very simple, but there are a few districts, but they are vivid, obviously the carving is extremely high.

The Buddha statue is sitting there, the eyes are flat, see Chen Feng, as if it can refer to everything in the world.

Nothing,

Chen Feng mood is actually calm.

He faintly knows that this is a Buddha, but more, Chen Feng is all do not know, because he knows very little, it has barely contact Buddha door before.

He has missed the Xiaolan Temple in the bottom of the lake, got some inheritance, but it did not have knowledge similar to this.

After all, the whole Qin State, even the whole of the Thirty-seven countries of the Dragon, seems to have something related to the Buddha.

He is extremely lacking in this area.

There is a green light before the Buddha, and there is a pu group with the grass before the blue light. It is this simple.

Then, Tong Bo moved the futon and gently tapped a few times in the ground, seven short six long, very rhythm.

Next moment, suddenly, the ground quietly cracks, revealing a wood scorpion below.

The wood scorpion is also extremely simple, which is made with the most ordinary eucalyptus, and there is no golden jade, and there is no powerful momentum.

Chen Feng asked: "Is this?"

Tong Bo said: "Chen Feng, this is the relic of your mother, she once clearly told me in the 17 years ago, waiting for you after 20 years old before you can give you this thing. "

"I didn't expect it, this is a lot of years, but I am now able to have a lady's wish."

Chen Feng fell to his hands and took the wooden box.

Then, Tong Bo said that he said with Chen Feng, he will leave!

Tong Bo has already gone to the door of the hospital. Suddenly returned to Chen Feng, whispered: "Young master, the old slave can remind you that there is only one sentence, it is not your true home!"

"Be careful!"

"The people in the baui?" Chen Feng got together and asked: "Is there a general army?"

Tong Bo said: "Includes everyone!"

After Tong Bo left, Chen Feng was swept away from the hospital.

He didn't use the power of the military, but holding a broom and rag, like an ordinary people, will pick up a transparent in the outside.

Because of this, it is the mother of the mother.

Until the evening, Fang Captured, Chen Feng is also tired.

There is water well in the hospital, and the well is cold, Chen Feng hits the water, flush the body.

Ice water flows a solid muscle, Chen Feng suddenly has a feeling of a dream, in this small court, he seems to return a few years ago, he is still the Qianyuan Zongzi compared to the eyes.

The night is like water, in the middle of the house, Chen Fengpi is sitting, in front of him, a small wooden cassette is placed.

There is no surprise.

This is the relics left by Chen Feng mother.

Chen Feng opened the wood scorpion, showing things inside. After seeing, Chen Feng face suddenly showed a touch of stunning, and then reached out the things inside.

It turns out that this wooden box is just a book.

This book is already very old. After Chen Feng turned, I saw that I was dense, and I wrote it.

The word is very Juanxiu, the word is like a person, Chen Feng immediately knew that this is definitely his mother's hand.

Then he looked down and found that this is a Buddhist scriptures.

Chen Feng didn't know which books were, but he still saw that this book and practice did not have a relationship. The most important purpose should be to let himself calmly.

Chen Feng's heart couldn't help but lost, but he immediately lost this, self-laughing, whispered: "Chen Feng, when did you become this?"

"This is the relics left by the mother, even if it is not related to the practice, how is it? It is very precious!"

He point the oil lamp.

Night cool as water, a light as bean.

Ancient Buddha, blue light, teenager.

Chen Feng slowly looked through it, his lips were slightly and loudly read.

This day, in fact, the heart is very tormented, his mood is a joy, and later it is lost and wronged, and then, it is full of anger, and it is a fearless.

The whole person is like being thrown in the oil pan, very uncomfortable, the mood is also very anxious.

But at this time, Chen Feng Mu watered in the gluuity of the bean, I feel that this Buddha is watching myself, reading the Buddhist scriptures in the hands, almost in an instant, his whole person has become quiet, one in the heart safely.

He is actually sitting on such a knee.

Early the next morning, the hospital door suddenly sounded.

Chen Feng hit the door, standing with a green snorder, about twenty years old, a pair of three-pointed eyes flashed in a smart light.

He took a look at the wind, and he was full of eyes, and then he didn't precious in the hand, and said to the ground, impatiently: "Little master me gives you!"

His attitude is very bad, and it is unhappy.

Chen Feng watched him deeply and took the red paint restaurant.