"oh? Solution? " Living Buddha humbly asks for advice

"The pavilion has a good style." The old man who died said, "Little dolls have a better future with me."
The beautiful red eyes of bamboo leaves scanned the sunglasses. "Why do you want to accept my child?"
"The doll dad made the decision before he died." The old man who died had a fear.
"Ah … Ling Yu’s death still interfered with my decision." Bamboo leaves were red and sad for only a second. She looked unhappy. "Take off your sunglasses and let me see if you have two noses and four eyes!"
Chapter six hundred and thirty-two The Living Buddha in Tibet is defeated!
"Four eyes don’t deserve to be worthless old man, it’s definitely not two eyes." The broken old man raised his hand and took off his sunglasses hole, scaring the bamboo leaf red maid.
The living Buddha in Tibet got up and kept reading the beads, staring at his face uneasily.
The bamboo leaf red fist clucked. "Ask you again if Ling Yu knows that I have a pair of daughters?"
"Old benefactor … are you an old man whose whereabouts are uncertain?" At a glance, the living Buddha revealed the identity of the old man with eyes. He wondered, "Dare you ask the donor’s eyes? I remember nine years ago, when you came across the five senses intact and lost the copper coin, I made an important divination. A year ago, I listened to your advice that the anti-heart guard guarded the old Kembu’s physical relic, so that a disaster could be saved. I want to thank the old benefactor, but I don’t know where you are. I didn’t expect to meet you today. Please accept my worship. "
The living Buddha performed a ceremony in public, which can only be so real because of gratitude.
"Don’t dig out your eyes before you get there." old man put made a good effort and accepted the worship ceremony happily. He commented, "Don’t scratch your face for three days. Your Buddha spirit has reached a profound level."
"Thanks to you and the lamp god," said the living Buddha.
Everyone’s eyes fell all over the place, and the living Buddha with a high status was killed. The old man’s eyes were covered with Buddha’s nature like a younger brother. All of them converged. A year ago, Ken Bu argued that there was a shadow of the old man who was killed. This surprised me and Zhu Yehong! After all, nine years ago, when they met, it seemed that there was a third lamp god.
Forgive my ignorance.
"Who the hell are you?" Bamboo leaves are red and suspicious
The doomed old man stroked his beard and laughed, "The future master of the doll."
"Hum, neither fish nor fowl has a normal place, worth hundreds of thousands of suits, three dollars, street stalls, no eyes, no bright spots on the head, and followers …" Zhu Yehong shook her head slightly and she played with the taste. "Is this masked man and small hair your door?"
The red eyes of bamboo leaves seemed to see through me. Did you see through my true self? She frowned thoughtfully and closed her eyes again and again. My face was covered with iron and sweat. Fortunately, she whispered "as if" for a minute and gave up observing.
"Sort of"
The doomed old man nodded gently, and his brow was dignified. "Living Buddha in Tibet, are you still obsessed with collecting old people and taking a fancy to disciples?"
"Alas …" The living Buddha hesitated for a moment, and he made up his mind. "Canceling the Naxian ceremony, your daughter, the bamboo benefactor, is indeed more promising with the doomed old man."
I looked at him again like the first time I saw a broken old man. The old guy was big enough to be serious, and it was quite scary. There was no die. When everyone got along with him, it was like an epee overwhelming competitors.
The pros and cons are not absolute living Buddha, which not only makes us feel no pressure, but his sincere evaluation is more credible than the white teeth of the old population who died.
It’s a matter of fact that the bamboo leaves are red, so she has a strong curiosity about the blind old man who is willing to surrender even the living Buddha. "Since it’s Ling Yu’s will, I’ll give it to you, but you have to show me the truth, or I’d rather have the children be a Shan Ye villager."
"The old man will be honest with him." I am good at divination, deduction of secrets, and a glimpse of the source of know life, which is equal to fortune-telling, feeling the bones, observing the heart, and choosing a tomb. The children will not be able to follow me. When I get out of school, I will pay attention to filial piety, courtesy and money. Second, enjoy the destiny to protect the younger generation, and force majeure is difficult to invade the body; Third, I have a glimpse of the disaster before! "
Bamboo leaves and hearts are absent-minded. "Anything else?"
"I can’t do it if you can’t think of it." The old man who died was cunning.
Zhu Yehong thumped on the table, and she said, "I want you to bring the dead back to life, okay?"
"Whoops ~ ~ wow ~ ~ wow!"
"Wow … blare! ! ！”
There were two crying babies in the bedroom, which seemed to feel the mother’s emotion. The children woke up in their dreams and cried more than anyone else!
Cold and hard, I look at the closed door and have mixed feelings. I especially want to rush into the room and hug my daughter regardless of everything.
"Stop. Maybe the babies are hungry. I’ll go and nurse first." Zhu Yehong made a sign and turned to the bedroom. "Xinger made tea for the guests" and "Bang!" The door tightly intercepts everyone’s sight on the door panel.
"Oh ~ ~ Mom, don’t cry, don’t cry." Bamboo leaf red is full of love and coaxed into my ear.
The children’s crying gradually became smaller …
Maid star motioned for the three of us to sit down and poured half a cup of tea respectively.
"Sister, why did you pour half a cup?" Small nails don’t understand
Xinger patiently explained, "This is our half-life tea in Fenggang Village. If it is lower than half full, it will lose its unique fragrance and rotten street tea taste."
"Oh …" Small nail scratched his head and he was shy. "Sister, can you give me some? I want to make it for master. "
Bang!
The doomed old man raised his big slap and slammed it into the apprentice’s skull. "I owe it!"
"Master, what did you hit me for?" Small nail wronged tears hazy.
The old man who died was furious and said, "You don’t want a younger brother or sister, asshole?"