Chapter 547 (1/2)

Master Wu smiled: ”benefactor, I must have come here in the middle of the night to find out. Now the poor monk has completely told me the answer. It's up to you to believe it or not.”

Gu Changyan clenched his teeth, and his hands hanging on his side were trembling slightly.

It's ridiculous.

But many times, the dream is too true, just like Zhuang Zhou Mengdie. Even he can't distinguish the true from the false. His reason and feeling tear Gu Changyan in half.

Gu Changyan is a smart man. Naturally, he knows what Master Wu means.

”Master, don't you know she's married!” how can you get involved with him when she's married?

Master liaowu seemed to know Gu Changyan's intention. He said, ”if the benefactor is really like what he said, he won't come to ask the poor monk to find out. Besides, what can he do if the benefactor is forced? In the end, he can't escape fate.”

Gu Changyan no longer spoke, but handed the burning black Rune paper to master Wu.

Master liaowu didn't expect that the rune paper would burn so badly. He reached out and took it, pinched his fingers and sighed.

”It's God's will that can't be broken. I'm afraid I can't do anything about it. I'm afraid I can't help benefactor in the future. I can only rely on benefactor himself.”

Gu Changyan had no intention of asking for runes. He took them out to master Wu, just for a result.

”Thank you, master.”

Master liaowu thought for a moment and said, ”benefactor, remember not to be possessed by demons, otherwise you will only harm others and yourself, resulting in the destruction of life.”

”Heart demons?” Gu Changyan smiled lightly and didn't care. ”What heart demons can the son of this world have? Master, don't laugh.”

”Benefactor, you are intelligent and have great fortune. You shouldn't die violently, so...”

”The death of the dead?” the Gu Long feast interrupted the words of understanding, and never asked him to continue. ”How to die, I has the final say!”

After saying that, Master Wu saluted and turned away.

Looking at the back of Gu Changyan, master liaowu sighed and called his youngest disciple.

”Master.” the little disciple is only ten years old now. He kowtowed to master Fang Fangzheng.

”Get up!” master liaowu looked at the little disciple and sighed, ”farewell mirror, how long have you been with me?”

Resigning mirror replied, ”if you return to master, it's only three years now.”

Zijingsheng's white, delicate, beautiful face, lips and cherry powder. His eyes are clear and flexible, but calm. It seems to contain the great wisdom of Buddhism. His bearing will not be despised because he is young. On the contrary, people can't help paying tribute, especially the little vermilion mole in the eyebrow, the reincarnation of a living Bodhisattva.

Master liaowu rarely sighed: ”I remember when your father sent you, you were still sick. Now at the end of three years, your body is better, but most of it has no impact. It's time to go back.”

The mirror suddenly looked up and looked at the master's eyes containing wisdom and Dharma. He couldn't help but feel confused and helpless.

”Master...”

After three years of living in the temple, he accompanied the Buddha day by day, listened to the bowl, read the Scriptures, discussed the Buddha Dharma, and called for a farewell shot. He fell in love with this place. He liked the fresh and elegant life with the sound of Buddha in his ears, the sound of bowl and incense.

He knew he was leaving, but he didn't expect the day to come so soon.