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- Yang Zongbao walked away for a long time before he noticed that the Japanese ghost had a strange expression: "What's wrong?"
"Boss, when did your taste change? Did you start eating raw food?" Since Yang Zongbao asked, Rigui can certainly ask boldly.
"I didn't eat it." Yang Zongbao didn't bother to explain: "Why didn't you see Ying Liang?"
"I let him do private work." Rigui said disapprovingly.
"Private work? Lack of money?" Yang Zongbao raised an eyebrow.
"How can that be possible" Rigui immediately said flatteringly: "Shadow Liang hasn't finished practicing his work yet, so he went out to practice his skills."
¡°Return to practice, don¡¯t let anyone find out about me.¡± Yang Zongbao reminded.
"No, no one knows that he is your slave." Rigui accompanied him cautiously.
Yang Zongbao did not go into details. He knew that Japanese ghosts would not do things without discretion. So far, the Japanese ghost has not let Yang Zongbao wipe his butt.
Carrying two pieces of beef with blood still in it, he returned to the rehabilitation room. Jiang Song looked at Yang Zongbao with a troubled face: "Doctor Yang, thisthisis too much. I'm not ready to go back yet." It¡¯s time for people to drink blood.¡±
"You want to eat?" This kid Yang Zongbao was a little surprised. He didn't expect that little Songsong could accept it so quickly and had good adaptability.
"I don't want to, but if you let me eat it, I won't be able to eat it." Jiang Song said aggrievedly.
"You think so." Yang Zongbao shook his head helplessly. The child had been brainwashed by him: "Take it and put it on your thigh. If you keep wearing these briefs, they will definitely be worn out."
Jiang Song took the piece of raw beef and lowered his head without saying anything.
"What's wrong?" Seeing Jiang Song's serious look, Yang Zongbao was really worried that the boy had eaten the beef raw.
"It's nothing" Jiang Song's voice was filled with tears, and he stuffed the steak into his crotch honestly.
"Is it better?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Well, the ice is very cool and very comfortable." Jiang Song narrowed his eyes and answered comfortably.
"Okay, continue rehabilitation." Yang Zongbao ordered the rehabilitation therapist who stayed aside.
"OK."
The rehabilitation room was filled with the Three-Character Sutra in an instant.
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Outside the rehabilitation room, Rigui and Roger stared at each other, refusing to let anyone go.
"Are you brought here by Yang Zongbao?" Luo Jie asked knowingly.
"Which onion are you?"
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Roger didn¡¯t expect the Japanese ghost to speak so poorly. He looked like an old social gangster with no quality or culture at all.
"Hmph" No longer talking to the Japanese ghost, Roger didn't look at the Japanese ghost seriously.
The Japanese ghost doesn't care about this, and is happy to stand at the door and cause trouble for someone.
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"Jiaojiao, who offended you? The bodyguards around you are so powerful."
Two men in a room were pushing safflower oil to each other.
"It's nothing" Zhao Jiao then thought calmly. She knew that Yang Zongbao had some abilities. If he didn't have the abilities, her grandfather wouldn't have the idea of ??bringing the two people together. I just don¡¯t know when he had such powerful bodyguards around him. I remember that there were not many people around Yang Zongbao when he was in the army. Zhao Jiao saw the ugly bodyguard just now. He was not a good person. What was Yang Zongbao's background? Violent women are very violent, but their heads are not filled with mush.
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Since he beat the two men, Yang Zongbao lived very easily in the next few days. I went to listen to Jiang Song recite the Three Character Sutra in the morning and had classes in the evening. My life was very nourishing. The Japanese ghosts were always around and refused to leave, which made Yang Zongbao extremely depressed.
Soon, it will be the end of the month.
"Is it over today?" Old Man Jiang took a sip of tea happily and carefully appreciated the four characters "Great Doctor's Sincerity" that he asked Yang Zongbao to write at the beginning. Since the first day, Yang Zongbao has only written these four words for more than 20 days.
"Your writing is getting better and better." Old Man Jiang exclaimed: "You need to practice more with brush calligraphy. If you don't practice it for a day, you won't be able to do it. The writing you wrote in the first few days was very jerky, but now it's much better. Already"
"I will practice often." After a month, Yang Zongbao respected the old man even more. Some of the words of the old man may be heard by ordinary people as commonplaces and truths. But Yang Zongbao knows that no one can speak these truths more convincingly than the old man.
"Do you have any other requests?" the old man asked.
"No." Yang Zongbao felt that he had benefited a lot from this month, so he asked for thatIt's just an overthinking.
"I originally wanted to give you an opportunity, but since you didn't ask for it, forget it." The old man said while carefully observing Yang Zongbao's expression and found that he really showed no regrets or reluctance at all.
"No need, if the opportunity is not mine, it is not mine. As you have taught me these days, we can only do what we can, and the rest depends on God's will." Yang Zongbao thought clearly.
"You are worthy of praise for this." Old Man Jiang smiled slightly and stretched out his hand.
Roger walked up and handed an envelope to the old man.
¡°Let¡¯s make a deal with this.¡± The old man handed the envelope to Yang Zongbao.
Yang Zongbao took it and did not open it. He just asked the old man: "What are the conditions?"
"Take Jiang Song with you until he can live independently. Bring him under your protection." The only thing the old man worried about was his grandson.
"Why me?" Yang Zongbao suddenly felt that the envelope in his hand weighed a thousand pounds: "Teacher, any of your students are better than me now, right?"
"Yes, you are the last of my ten entry-level disciples. The other nine are now better than you. But your advantage is that you don't have as big an ambition as them. They may take care of Jiang Song, but their ambition will make them take over Jiang Song. pine as a weapon and you won¡¯t.¡±
"You've rewarded me." Facing the old man's bright eyes, Yang Zongbao gave in: "I'll try my best."
"Okay, our master-disciple relationship ends here. You can go." The old man waved his hand.
"Thank you, teacher." Yang Zongbao turned around and left without too much pretense.
"Chief" Roger said worriedly when he saw that the old man was tired.
"It's okay." The old man waved his hand to indicate that he was okay: "Burn all his words."
"But" Roger was puzzled. The old man used to leave the students' best calligraphy, so why would he burn Yang Zongbao's this time?
"Don't ask so many questions, it's burning." The old man insisted.
"Yes." After taking care of the old man, Roger took the 30 paintings outside and prepared to burn them.
"Old man Jiang is so awesome." The old monk walked up behind Roger quietly, startling Roger.
"Master Yang." Roger stood up hurriedly, showing great respect to the old monk.
"It's okay, keep burning." After the old monk said that, he walked into the house.
In the room, Old Man Jiang was leaning on his chair with his eyes closed and his face gloomy. He seemed to have aged a lot in an instant.
"Old man, you don't have much time left." The old monk walked over and sat next to the old man.
The old man did not open his eyes: "Old Yang, we have known each other for half a century."
"Well, I didn't expect it to be so long." The old monk called out the Buddha's name.
"No one knows that we came from the same village, but we each had our own experiences later. I look down on the way you chatter all day long, and I look down on you from the bottom of my heart. You only talk about some superstitious things, bluffing Those uneducated villagers. But ten years ago you came to me and told me to follow you, otherwise I would only have ten years left. I was very popular at that time, so I drove you away. Just after I left, I was diagnosed with lung cancer. Last year, my son and his wife both died in a car accident, leaving Jiang Song in critical condition. You showed up again and saved Jiang Song's life"
"Stop talking, you have a good rest." The old monk interrupted Old Man Jiang, because his face was getting more and more gloomy, and he was already giving out the air of death.
"If I don't say anything, I will be taken to the ground. I didn't expect you to be with me at the last moment. You are right. Sure enough, that kind of thing needs to shorten your life. People who make plans in history often end up working hard in the end and not ending well. . I know that boy is not considerate enough now, so please help me more, old man." Seeing the delay in the old monk's answer, the old man couldn't help but open his eyes.
The old monk saw that Old Man Jiang¡¯s cornea had begun to become cloudy: ¡°I will take care of it.¡±
"I don't know why you take so much care of that kid, but there is a reason. Is he what you call a lucky person? Only the last line of my Jiang family's incense is left"
"That's the last sentence. Is there anything else you want to say?" the old monk asked.
"That's the last sentence"
The old man closed his eyes.
When Roger finished burning the words and walked into the room, he found that the old man had fallen in his chair, his head turned to one side, and his hands hanging down weakly.
"Chief" Roger rushed over and probed the old man's neck with his hand - there was no sign of life.
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Yang Zongbao walked alone under the moon, walking aroundWalking around the field, I walked around in circles until I was blocked by someone.
"Passed away?" Yang Zongbao asked affirmatively.
"Yes." The old monk's appearance gradually became clearer, and his cassock looked as fluttering as an immortal in the moonlight.
"You force him to teach me, which is equivalent to shortening the teacher's life in disguise." Yang Zongbao just elaborated and had no other expression.
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The next day, the news of the old man¡¯s death was not spread, and even Jiang Song was kept in the dark. Yang Zongbao took Jiang Song away.
"Where are we going?" Jiang Song looked out the window curiously. His long self-isolated life had made him almost isolated from the outside world.
"Your grandfather passed away last night."
"What?" Jiang Song thought he heard wrongly.
"Your grandfather passed away last night." Yang Zongbao repeated.
After Jiang Song heard this, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.
"Do you want to go back?" Yang Zongbao respected Jiang Song's opinion.
"No."
To Yang Zongbao¡¯s expectation, Jiang Song actually rejected Yang Zongbao¡¯s proposal.
Yang Zongbao shrugged his shoulders and did not stop.
Jiang Song looked out the window, thinking about the only thing the old man had told him to do this year - to stick closely to the person he chose for him.
Jiang Song¡¯s tears flowed more and more, and finally he couldn¡¯t help but burst into tears.
Yang Zongbao has always hated crying, but today he let the child cry as much as he wanted. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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