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Yang Second is picturesque, a little puzzled, and I didn't want to understand the meaning of the teacher Wei Qingling for a while.

Wei Qingling jumped out of the bed and spread his hand:

"Sister, take out your rune paper, those folded."

Yang Miaozhen instinctively shook her head. These folded runes were carefully written with poems in the words.

These poems come from a poet who has passed on the rivers and lakes.

The people of Renzong were in the world, and the poet's poem also passed on to Zongmen without avoiding it. She had no idea once.

Although she has never seen this poet, she heard that Langye is extraordinary, treats people gentle, and lives in Kyoto.

She read the poems over and over again, and she had a little bit secret to the poet who had never met.

"Sister, isn't it the poem from the poet of Zhao Da?" Wei Qingling was a little bit blast, and how was the clever sisters who were smarter than herself than herself?

Yang Shizhen hasn't responded yet, and some Mu Na said the head: "Hmm."

"Eh." Wei Qingling sighed, her hands on their hips:

"What's his name?"

"Zhao Wujiang." Yang Miao really seemed to have a sense of incomparable feeling in her heart. The doubts and throbbing made her a bit faster.

Wei Qingling squeezed the pink boxing and shook it:

"Who is the one who saves you last night, who is the yin and yang?"

"Zhao Wu ..." Yang Miaozhen just said half of the name, suddenly in place, her eye -catching cheeks appeared with a touch of shock:

"Zhao Wujiang?"

She was trembling, and her proud and unique chest trembled.

She did not expect that the poet Zhao who admired or even admired was Zhao Wujiang, who had a marriage with her.

Yang Miaozhen's look changed, and the purple gas he swallowed.

Ziqi originated from the heavenly nobles or a person who is a nation's luck and a person. It shows that Zhao Wujiang is from Kyoto, and has a handsome face. The gentleness is like jade. All this is associated with the rumors.

Black under the light.

Wei Qingling dragged the cheeks, staring at the sudden appearance of a stunning smile on her sister's face, she spread her hand and joked:

"Oh open ..."

Yang Miaozheng frowned, his mind was disturbed, and his eyebrows seemed to worry.

"Oh, sister, don't worry, he will come back, aren't you going to the Taoist curse?" Wei Qingling hugged Yang Miaozhen's arm shaking:

"When you are in charge, go and find the baby first, and then return to Zongmen. I want to tell Li Xuan, let the masters write down the Lei Fune, and split the Li Xuan under Jiuyou's house!

The three sects of my Daomen are so small, it is really abominable! "

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Yang Shuzhen and Wei Qingling came to the side hall. The monks in the temple opened the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion for them.

According to the three Taoist Taoist Daomen, Lan Ruo Temple has the mentality of the "Portal Sutra" without knowing it.

So the first treasure place they speculated is the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

So they decided to ask the abbot.

According to their imagination, the people in Daomen asked the Buddhist doors, and it depends on the scriptures of Buddhism. I am afraid it is not easy.

But I did not expect that the abbot actually agreed.

At this point, they stepped into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

There are many books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, all of which are all the Buddhist classics, or the perceptions left by the previous monks Dade, etc.

"The ancient books are vast, and if you want to find it, I'm afraid it is a bit difficult." Yang Miaozhen was extremely cold. Looking at the book full of books, he shook his head lightly.

"Sister, found it!"

Wei Qingling cheered, holding a blue ancient book in his hand was shaking, his face was full of joy, his eyes were curved into a champion.

Yang Miao was puzzled, walked up quickly, passing the two rows of bookshelves.
Chapter completed!