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The little girl's face is round, pink, white and red, a pair of watery black and bright, and her facial features are very delicate. Her little face is like a doll, which makes people love her.

When running, the ponytail gently shakes behind the head,

"Mom!"

The little girl ran to Yunfang and held Yunfang's hand in a spoiled way. Jiao shouted.

"Yun Lian, why are you here? You're not in your class." Although Yunfang's tone was reproachful, her face was spoiled.

"It's boring for me to stay here. I'm almost asleep after listening to the long speech above." Yun Lian said with a little hurt.

"You are violating discipline. Let your head teacher know that you must be criticized."

Yun Lian smiled with satisfaction, revealing two dimples: "I've asked the head teacher for leave."

Yunfang was angry and funny. She had no choice but to shake her head.

Zhao Rui smiled and looked at Yunlian and Yunfang. He felt that the genes of the cloud family were really excellent. Standing together, they were like a pair of beautiful sisters, which was amazing.

Although Yunfang is thirty-two years old, she has a beautiful face, delicate skin, no fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and looks only twenty-eight years old. She not only has a little youthful flavor, but also has the charm of a mature woman. It is really hard to imagine that there should be such a big and lovely girl.

As Zhao Rui looks at Yun Lian, Yun Lian also hides behind Yun Fang, revealing her small head and looking at Zhao Rui.

After a while, Huang Yunfang shook his hand. Whispered, "Mom, who is he?"

"This is Miss Zhao, my mother's colleague. Come on, call uncle Zhao." Yunfang pushed her daughter forward.

Zhao Rui smiles bitterly. It seems that he is not old either. How can he be promoted to uncle so quickly? He is really not used to it.

Yun Lian's big eyes rolled around Zhao Rui's face for several times, but she didn't open her mouth. On the contrary, there was a slight hostility in his eyes.

Just now when she was in the distance, she keenly noticed that her mother's attitude towards teacher Zhao seemed to be somewhat different from others.

And when she first came. I heard that my mother was going to Lingyun temple with Miss Zhao on Saturday.

She couldn't help being vigilant, because her mother, who is a stranger, has always been a hypocrite, but she just told this teacher Zhao. There seems to be something wrong with his gentle face.

"It's Saturday. Why don't we just go to Lingyun temple?" She said coquettishly.

"Really? What's wrong with Miss Zhao going with us?" Yunfang said with a smile. I didn't take it seriously.

Yunlian toots her little mouth a little unhappily. She can almost hang the kettle, but. She can't help it. Because. Although Yunfang dotes on her, she is also strict in her discipline. She dares not to disagree.

After the school sports meet, it's Saturday.

That day, Zhao Rui got up early in the morning and went to Lingyun Temple by car with Yunfang and Yunlian.

Yun Lian seems to be even more hostile to Zhao Rui. She always sticks to Yun Fang and looks like a good girl. She doesn't give Zhao Rui and Yun Fang much contact.

Yunfang just thinks that her daughter is strange, but she doesn't think about it anywhere else. However, Zhao Rui sees through the heart of this little Lori. He can't help laughing, but he doesn't bother to tell.

The three of them were sitting on the bus. When they were about to get to the foot of Lingyun mountain, the siren suddenly sounded behind them. Then, he saw a luxury motorcade driving past. The police car pulled a harsh siren and drove in front. Behind it, there were seven or eight high-class commercial vehicles, which were very impressive.

"Who's up there!"

"So many cars!"

"Probably some leader."

On the bus, some people are buzzing about it. Generally speaking, if you use a police car to drive through the East Lake, the level is very high. It seems that the mayor doesn't get this treatment when he travels.

After taking the bus for nearly an hour, we finally arrived at the foot of Lingyun mountain.

Lingyun mountain is not very high. There are dense forests on the mountain. A long stone step extends from the mountain to the foot of the mountain. Lingyun temple is built on the top of the mountain.

Zhao Rui and Yun Fang climbed the stone steps to the top of the mountain and came to the temple.

Lingyun temple is worthy of being an ancient temple with a history of 500 years. The hall is magnificent and the incense is in full swing. Tourists and pilgrims who come to visit and offer incense are as dense as ants, rubbing shoulders one after another, old people and children, young men and women, all ages and all classes.

"There are so many people." Zhao Rui could not help but sigh that the money given by these people to the incense oil was enough to make the monks in Lingyun Temple rich.

Yun Fang couldn't get it. Zhao Rui's thoughts turned to brother Kong Fang, so he nodded along with his tone and said, "well, yes, there are several eminent monks in Lingyun Temple who have profound Buddhist teachings and can help people find their way

Yes, there are many believers. "

"Oh, really? Is it really so powerful?" Zhao Rui was slightly surprised.

How does this sound so much like a God?

He has also met many deep-rooted practitioners, who are very powerful in sending people to the West. As for giving people directions, it seems that he has not seen them yet.

Yunfang led Yunlian and devoutly burned incense to worship the Buddha and prayed for peace.

Zhao Rui, on the other hand, lacked interest and began to wander around the Lingyun temple.

Lingyun temple is modeled on the architectural style of the Tang Dynasty. It is magnificent and covers a wide area. One courtyard is covered by another.

Zhao Rui wandered through several courtyards in a row. Somehow he came to the northwest corner of the temple, outside a low courtyard.

The landing door of the yard was ajar, and several branches with dead leaves came out of the garden.

Zhao Rui was about to push the door and go in to have a look. Suddenly, the door opened automatically. A little monk in a gray robe stretched out his head and asked arrogantly and impatiently:

"Who are you? What do you do

Zhao Rui was slightly shocked. He said that he was also a monk. Why is the little monk's attitude so bad?

However, he still explained: "I'm a tourist. I came here unintentionally and wanted to go in and have a look."

"Nobody is allowed to enter here!" The little monk gave him a white look, closed the wooden door heavily, and turned him away.

Zhao Rui could not help but frown. He was slightly unhappy. Just now, he saw through the crack of the door that there were a large group of people in the garden. How could it be that nobody was allowed to enter at once?

Zhao Rui was angry and curious, so he found an unnoticed place and flipped in easily.

The garden is not big, but the trees are dense, which can well block people's sight.

There is a simple hut in the middle of the garden. There is a flat land in front of the house. A large group of people are standing in the center surrounded by the two elderly people like stars and the moon. They look very respectful.

One of the elders seems to be a monk of Lingyun temple, with white beard and white eyebrows, elegant expression. The other is a little short, but he has a strong momentum. On the contrary, he looks taller than those big men around him!

"Mu Yongqiang

Because, in the past few days, the news of his coming to the East Lake is always broadcast intensively on TV. Zhao Rui can recognize it even with his eyes closed.

Recalling the business car he met, Zhao Rui immediately realized that he must have been the one on the car just now.

"What does a retired senior official like him do in Lingyun temple?" Zhao Rui thought so and walked forward, hoping to see it more carefully.

At this time, Mu Yongqiang was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, with an expression of pain. The old monk was standing in front of him, his hands pressing on Mu Yongqiang's head, and Golden Buddha light appeared from the old monk's hands.

After a while, the golden light in the old monk's hands gradually faded, and Mu Yongqiang looked very ugly as if he had been seriously ill.

"Master Huijing, is it true that I am terminally ill and incurable? Can't your Dharma give me any help?" Mu Yongqiang slowly opened his eyes and said this with a sigh. His tone seemed extremely disappointed.

"I'm sorry, benefactor shepherd. My cultivation is limited and I can't return to heaven." Huijing announces the Buddha's name.

Mu Yongqiang kept silent. Since two years ago, he has suffered from a strange disease. His body is getting weaker and weaker. In the end, he can hardly stand. Any major hospital has examined him, but he still can't find out the reason.

Later, after the treatment of Huijing, a famous monk of great virtue in Lingyun temple, we learned that it was caused by the atrophy of the meridians, which could not be treated by ordinary medical techniques.

Over the years, Huijing has been using Buddhism to help him heal, but it has only prolonged his life, but it can not be completely cured. Instead, it has gone from bad to worse. Now, there is no way to cure him!

"So I have to wait to die?" Mu Yongqiang smiled bitterly. Huijing is a famous monk with profound Buddhism. Even he is at a loss. There is nothing he can do.

Mu Yongqiang can't help feeling a little disheartened when he thinks about his tremendous power, but he still can't extend his life by even one day.

"That's not necessarily so." Huijing shook her head and said, "almsgiver, there is another thing in the world that may save your life."

"Oh? What the hell is that?" Seeing a glimmer of life in front of Mu Yongqiang, he could not help asking. "That treasure is the dragon and tiger life renewing pill!"