Chapter 80 Wherever My Heart Is at Peace Is Home

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Lawyer An walked up to the old man. To be honest, in a situation like this, even Lawyer An, who was good at creating conditions for licking without licking, was a little confused. He simply... had nowhere to start.

He didn't even dare to get too close to Lao Dao. God knows if Lao Dao suddenly couldn't control himself when he was obviously mentally disturbed?

This needs to be slapped casually.

I, the newly minted equal Wang An,

Death.

The old man's eyes were a little blurred, and he seemed to be unable to see things clearly. He had to bring his face very close to the painting.

at last,

The old Taoist suddenly slapped his hands on the scroll and took several steps back.

A look of struggle began to appear in his eyes.

All of this was seen by Lawyer An. At this moment, he even felt like he was witnessing history.

Even though he has ascended to the throne, to be honest, at least in this bookstore, Lawyer An does not feel that his status and identity have changed substantially.

Outside the bookstore, there is still a plaque that reads "Listen to me, I will hear it". He is still the bookstore's housekeeper, and he is the butler of the bookstore.

He was still carefully serving the big bosses of the bookstore.

And the big boss in front of him, who had just funded him, was obviously not normal.

Mr. Fu,

He was supposed to be that elegant figure dressed in white, but his body was filled with incomparable confidence!

He looked down upon his ancestors, thinking that they were just rotten trees lying on the foundation of the first generation of ancestors.

He looked down upon Jizo and thought he was too naive;

He doesn't look down on too much,

Even when facing the despairing Xuanyuan Sword,

He dared to think and plan for thousands of years to take advantage of that loophole!

only,

currently,

In Fujun's eyes, in addition to confidence, there was also confusion, anxiety, guilt, doubt and other emotions.

Because it is one and pure;

Because there are many, it is messy.

The same goes for people's eyes. Fujun's eyes began to become cloudy.

Lawyer An pursed his lips, but didn't dare to say anything. He didn't know what he should say now.

It is clear that Lord Fu Ming is done, he has clearly escaped from the Xuanyuan Sword, and he has clearly said three times and three times that he will become the King of Pingren.

But why do you become more and more negative the more you look at it?

At this moment, Lawyer An has no doubt that if Mr. Fujun posts "I don't want to live anymore" on social software in this image, it will definitely attract the attention of many people, because no matter from his demeanor to his detailed actions, even if it is It is difficult for the Oscar-winning actor to interpret this kind of suicidal indifference that goes deep into his bones.

The old Taoist raised his arms,

And when he opened his eyes again,

all around,

There was no one in the bookstore, nor was it the setting of the bookstore. I was standing in an attic.

Incense is lit in the attic, and the smell brings deep memories.

On the wall next to the old Taoist, there is a portrait. Everyone in the portrait looks like an immortal.

This is his ancestor.

A smile appeared on the corner of the old Taoist's mouth,

Especially when he saw that several ancestors who were relatively close to him in the scroll had already walked out of the painting to scold him,

His smile began to become brighter.

Finally, when his eyes fell on the first portrait scroll, he saw the first generation in the scroll, who was also smiling like himself.

The old man stopped laughing,

He put away his smile, his face became serious, and then he bowed.

When Lao Dao straightened up, the attic began to burn, and the flames were jumping everywhere.

The old Taoist ignored it, he just stood here and watched quietly, watching the fire devour everything here. When the fire light reached its highest point, everything around him disappeared again.

In front of him, a Buddha lotus appeared. On the Buddha lotus, Ksitigarbha had his hands clasped together, wearing an ordinary cassock and a mask on his face.

"Ascend to heaven and come back?"

The old Taoist asked jokingly.

In fact, this answer is really unimportant, because Ksitigarbha cannot come back.

This situation and this scene are nothing more than my own words.

However, as the last prince of the palace, his sensibility has surpassed his rationality and taken over the mainstream of his heart at this time, which is indeed something that is simply unimaginable.

"It's already here, why don't you take off your mask?"

"Revealed."

Ksitigarbha's voice sounded from behind Lao Dao.

The old Taoist turned around and saw Jizo standing behind him, his face no longer wearing a mask.

"I asked, is the scenery in the sky beautiful?"

The old Taoist asked again.

Ksitigarbha nodded, "It's so beautiful."

"Haha, it's a pity that I didn't take a look."

The Bodhisattva nodded again, "It is indeed a pity."

"But I am still alive, but you are gone!

I can still exist, but you can only appear in my thoughts! "

Ksitigarbha's ordinary face still had a peaceful smile, and he still nodded from time to time when faced with the old Taoist's words:

"Yes."

"Hehe, hahahaha!"

The old man laughed again.

However,

Ksitigarbha turned around at this moment. In front of him, an endless void appeared, and in this void, streaks of extremely destructive light began to appear.

"Born to meet."

"Ah."

"You know, the scenery there is really beautiful."

The veteran's fists clenched tightly.

He raised his head suddenly,

In eyes,

There are streaks of purple thunder flashing:

"Thunder washes my eyes and cleanses my spiritual platform!"

In an instant,

The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in front of him began to twist and be torn apart.

Next,

Picture after picture, as soon as they appeared or before they appeared, they were directly destroyed.

The old Taoist's gaze kept looking up, up, up, like an unstoppable thunder piercing all this illusion!

finally,

The dust has settled,

all around,

No more unnecessary colors,

Only pure white remains.

And in this upper position,

a sword,

hanging there,

Just hanging on the head of the old man!

"Hehe, hahahaha!"

The old Taoist's expression became distorted.

It's like you have tried so hard to solve and kill an opponent, but after you thought everything was successful, you find that it is still on top of your head.

at this time,

what you feel,

It's anger,

It's despair,

as well as,

Powerless.

The old man's body slowly bent down.

The sword is still hanging high without any movement, but just like Boss Zhou now, only those who are qualified to be found by this sword can clearly perceive the benefits that this sword can bring to people. Such despair and suffocating depression!

It is not a ghost, but it can haunt you more than a ghost!

However,

at this time,

Lao Dao's body slowly stood upright again, and on his body, groups of purple flames began to burn.

His body began to rise, and his eyes began to become pure again.

He is the prince of the mansion,

He is the proud man of heaven,

He disdains his ancestors,

He is confident, he is strong, and he thinks he is capable of anything!

In the study room outside, Lawyer An also keenly noticed that the turbidity in the eyes of the old Taoist standing motionless in front of him began to become clearer, and his whole temperament was also undergoing a sudden change.

This is a person who stood up again after a short period of depression after facing a blow.

Lawyer An immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The ending of the boss's life or death is uncertain, and it can even be said that... his chances of survival are slim.

If something happens to the Lord of the Palace, then he, the King of Equality, will really not be able to sit on his throne.

…………

And in consciousness,

The old Taoist has already flown to the same height as the sword.

He stood up,

He didn't give in,

He conquered fear, conquered torture, conquered himself,

his hand,

Start grabbing for the sword.

He wants to take down this sword, he wants to erase this sword...!

However,

The old Taoist stretched his hand towards the sword,

But it passed directly through the sword.

The old Taoist's eyes showed shock.

This is not the real Xuanyuan Sword,

The Xuanyuan Sword had actually been chopped down long ago. It struck Ksitigarbha, and Ksitigarbha became his scapegoat.

This is not Xuanyuan Sword, no, this is illusion...

In the body of the Xuanyuan Sword in front of him, there appeared the image of two cute little monkeys. They looked around with curious eyes, looking at... themselves.

The old man's hand subconsciously stretched out again, and he wanted to touch their heads.

However,

Experienced hands,

Again from this sword and the image inside this sword,

Weared it.

Old Taoist,

Silence fell.

……………………

Finally, after waiting for almost an hour, Lawyer An finally saw Lao Dao move.

His eyes were no longer cloudy.

Just when Lawyer An was pleasantly surprised and thought that Mr. Fu had stood up again,

The old man turned around and looked at his surroundings. He said he was looking, but he was really just looking, because in his eyes, there was no nostalgia or reluctance.

Lawyer An really felt his own insignificance at this moment. He really couldn't understand what these big shots were thinking about all day long!

Naturally, the old Taoist didn't care about standing next to him.

Lawyer An,

Instead, he took steps,

I walked back to the picture.

The price for this painting to be hung on this wall is not small.

After all, in order to let it hang here, I paid the price of a hell throne.

The old Taoist stood still in front of the painting.

his hand,

Put it on the painting.

in the painting,

There are mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, green bamboo forests, and prosperous flowers and plants;

only,

All along,

It lacks vitality because there are no living things in this painting.

And at this moment,

Lawyer An's eyes suddenly widened.

He saw a man in a white robe with wide sleeves appearing in the painting where the old Taoist finger touched. In the man's hand, there was a jug of wine.

His long hair is blowing in the wind, his clothes are fluttering, and he is indescribably romantic and freehand.

And behind this man,

Then two small black shadows appeared, and the two black shadows were getting bigger and bigger. They were clearly two little monkeys.

One has a bright red butt, and the other is stronger and has khaki hair.

Two monkeys, one holding a wine jar and the other holding a paper fan, followed behind the man in white.

finally,

The picture is frozen,

And the whole painting, which originally lacked vitality,

After these two monkeys appeared,

It suddenly became alive.

The old man standing in front of the scroll suddenly swayed.

He fell directly to the ground with a "plop".

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!!!!"

The little monkey, who had never responded to the old Tao before, now excitedly jumped into the old Tao's arms.

"Ouch, ouch, my dear mother, my forehead really hurts..."

The eyes of everyone in the bookstore instantly fell on Lao Dao, and a familiar feeling came back.

"Hey, okay, okay, don't make trouble, don't make trouble, grandpa's forehead hurts, he has a bad headache."

The old Taoist slowly raised his head while rubbing the monkey's furry head.

He first looked around and at everyone. Finally, he set his sights on Lawyer An and immediately laughed and said:

"Hahaha, Lawyer An, you know, I just had a long, long dream. I dreamed that I became the emperor, and I also made you a king. You were so happy that you were dying. How about you? He kept kowtowing to his forehead.

Hahaha, you say it’s funny or not;

Alas, it's a pity that now that you've woken up from the dream, you can't really become the prince. "

The old man looked very sorry, because he knew how addicted Lawyer An was.

Lawyer An took a deep breath, exhaled it heavily, and then squatted down beside Lao Dao.

He took out a cigarette, bit one in his mouth, and threw one to the old man.

road:

"It's okay, just wake up. Just wake up."

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