The young monk exclaimed and quickly turned his head to look at Master Shi Lin.
At this moment, Master Shi Lin was seen standing on the spot, staring deeply at Murong Chunyu.
Zhao Rui and Murong Chunyu didn't know when Master Shi Lin turned around. However, even though Master Shi Lin turned around and stopped watering the crops, the pole on his shoulder still didn't work.
lay down.
Since Zhao Rui and Murong Chunyu were very close to Master Shi Lin at this time, they could clearly see at a glance that the two large iron buckets carried on Master Shi Lin's shoulders were quite heavy.
It probably weighs more than 700 kilograms at least. Carrying it on your shoulders all the time is probably unbearable for even a young and middle-aged man with excellent physical fitness, let alone an old man like Master Shi Lin who is over seventy years old.
Live!
Just at this moment, a young monk next to the young monk reached out and pressed his shoulders hard, gritting his teeth and said: "Wang Junyuan, I can tell you, don't do this."
"Is it possible that your child doesn't remember to beat or eat? Did you really forget about what happened last week?"
Wang Junyuan's shoulder was sore from being pressed by this person, and he struggled desperately and said: "Let go, quickly, oh, it hurts me so much!"
Seeing this, another young monk felt that this was not a big deal after all, so he quickly said: "Don't be like this, this is still a child after all."
"I can tell you that you have to treat your children in a certain way. We are originally monks and we should be compassionate. You said that you are always beating and scolding all the time. You are like this.
What happened? Besides...he doesn't..."
Before the monk could finish his words, he fell into a stunned coma on the spot.
The other monk didn't know what happened yet, and he didn't have time to turn his head away, so he fell unconscious on the spot.
The expression of the young monk named Wang Junyuan changed drastically, and he quickly turned his head to look at Murong Chunyu blankly.
I saw the golden light filling the palms of Murong Chunyu's hands, and said with a sneer: "I hate people like this the most in my life. They clearly keep saying that they are monks, but what they do in the end is so despicable. They are even worse than ordinary people who are addicted to the mundane world.
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While Murong Chunyu was speaking, he reached out and grabbed Zhao Rui tightly, suddenly rose into the air, jumped over the fence and wall, and jumped into the vegetable garden.
Under Wang Junyuan's stunned gaze, Murong Chunyu quickly took out the letter from his arms and walked quickly to Master Shi Lin.
Murong Chunyu clasped his hands together and said with great piety: "Master Shi Lin, this is a letter from my ancestor Sun Biqing to you!"
Master Shi Lin suddenly burst into tears. He picked up the pole on his shoulder and said urgently: "Quickly take it apart!"
Seeing this, Murong Chunyu was in a hurry and opened the letter carefully.
Due to the passage of time, the handwriting on the paper was almost blurred. Fortunately, it was well preserved and Master Shi Lin could still clearly see what was written on it.
Master Shi Lin saw that the handwriting on the paper was so elegant, and it must have been written by Sun Biqing, the founder of Tianquan Sect.
Except for Sun Biqing, there is no other person in this world who can write such good handwriting.
Master Shi Lin couldn't help but feel sad for a while, and said: "Fifty years have passed. Fifty years have passed. I have never thought that you wrote this letter to me back then."
Now that this person has passed away, Master Shi Lin seems to have the smart, smart and free-spirited girl before his eyes.