County Magistrate Chen Wei Ping six months ago, suddenly suffering from strange diseases, diagnosis and treatment of the doctor were too stubborn odd sigh disease, no cure. See the parent suffering from pain and suffering, increasingly haggard, his son Chen Guojun see in the eyes, pain in the heart, as his father vowed to find a cure.
Chen Guojun seventeen years, nine for the generation of single-Chuan Chen only child, a child studying in the Castle College to study. That day, he heard a classmate talking about the possession of the College forbidden to do magic in ancient books, ancient books where I thought there would be geniuses odd side Rather Than?
So take advantage of the moon, Guojun sneak into the College forbidden by the black, the inside of the book a one carefully turned up. Finally, his eyes stopped at that the book does not cover. Patted the dust, he whispered the first paragraph read: "Tai Xuan female, named Zhuan, name, and, less death of his father ... ... line thirty-six very efficient operation, back to life, saving countless."
"Back to life? Is Zhenyoucishi?" Guojun was about to read on, but heard the door creaking horror, he turned and hid behind the shelves.
"Do not hide, I'm not arrest you, I was curious like you, nothing more, Come out!" A male voice drift leisurely into the sky, hear the person who commits a trance.
Guojun carefully stuck his head out and saw the door open, in the guise of a boy standing with the college entrance, mouth smiling, British Gas is compelling, but it looks look unfamiliar.
"Who are you? See you dressed like college students, why I have not seen you?" Guojun came to ask.
"In the next surnamed Xiao, Ming Zi Liang, Bing came to seek refuge with distant relatives in the county, the day before reading it into the Castle College, you naturally have not seen me!" Sub good laughs.
Guojun see him look not as bad, he and his talking. Surprisingly, the more the more speculative talk, quite forgot the feeling of hate kind of meet.
Guojun contraband that have come to Saving Father, praising him good filial son
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2010年11月30日星期二
Liu Linmeng door "treasure bowl" Legend
Shanxi Liulin Meng gate town east of the Yellow River, is the historical and cultural town in Shanxi Province, the ancient capitals of prefectures and counties have worked Hou. The door in the ancient city of Bangladesh about one kilometer south of the mountain there is a Tang Zhuang Wang Yongning official state temple of the first eight Meng door Nanshan Temple (also known as Lingquan Temple). There lived an old monk temple and many novices, they sweep the temple together every day to see homes, bell worship, in addition to relying on incense money, rent income to live, but also reared many animals, animals eat grass, make a small monk turns to cut a day, but often because of the Yellow River bank was drought, so to find a fresh grass, is never easy.
One day, a young monk holding a sickle and a rope, out of mowing. One morning he did not run to cut some good grass. Will flip down a mountain, skip a ditch, to a place called the pelvic floor Ge stack. A look around the charming scenery, mist steaming, cliff, thinking up the look, but there was no way through, so find ways to climb. Look to the next hill, exclaimed: "Oh! Good place to have a deep depression gaoya below, which grows a uniform, good green grass, really Aisha people!" He was pleased forget fatigue, about child jump on the inside, breath of effort to cut a load of good. The next day, he came here to see the deep grass Wali and yesterday he did not actually cut, as before, is still the uniform of the. However, he thought, just-do, the first jump cut to say it, a short while and cut a load. Since then, the young monk quietly come here one day, cutting, cattle are very fat by his strong support. The old monk was very surprised, thinking: Other young monk a long time to come out every day, and he freely went out every day by the Xiao, and easy to come back, but can also cut into the grass and Trust-Mart would not because he is lazy, the farmers cut a good hard grass stole it. The old monk then asked the young monk, monk speechless, but under the master had to lay it to say something to his mowing. Old monk skeptical, thinking: He usually is not the kind of petty lazy man, do the authors really have it so strange? So let the young monk took him to see what happens.
Mowing of the land to the monk, the old monk saw that the deep depressions in the grass really is glossy fresh, and the grass than the other places is much to be busy. However, this time not quite believe that the old monk, after two days of hand cutting and observation, he was compelled to believe - even really cut the grass here is endless, cut today, tomorrow and long, cut tomorrow , the day after tomorrow is still long. I do not know why but the old monk, or pretending nothing had happened, but my mind was thinking: Why do here is not the grass cut? To understand this, he put his most trusted to go with a young monk grass basin ge dig dig pile. Dug for a long time did not find anything to sit on the sidelines to recover from. At this time, the old monk suddenly found around some special: mist steaming, bubbling springs, ancient Baicheng Lin, scenery here is fine. Then wondering: Maybe this is really a treasure, perhaps something really underground, it will encourage the young monk once again dug up. Soon, a sudden "boom" of the sound a cry, the little monk, "Hey," the look, the old monk did not know what it was, hastily whispered shouted: "Slow down, be careful smashed!", And then put down the hoe side , while the plane slowly by hand. But they dig out of a look, disappointed young monk said: "Well, I thought it was nothing special treasure, but a broken iron pot it!." But see also the master will carefully observe the inside and outside the basin, and asked whether this was what the master, the old monk saw a long time, I can not see a Zichou Mao Yin to, with doubts shook his head and said: "back to do it feed the dog in the basin of the bar, if the other monks asked the basin and found it halfway you say! "novices understand the promise, and put it back to the temple, really done a dog food bowl.Cheap ClothesJuniors DressesLED LightRenault can clipbmw gt1Aluminium Powder led lightSEO ServicesReplica Watches
One day, a young monk holding a sickle and a rope, out of mowing. One morning he did not run to cut some good grass. Will flip down a mountain, skip a ditch, to a place called the pelvic floor Ge stack. A look around the charming scenery, mist steaming, cliff, thinking up the look, but there was no way through, so find ways to climb. Look to the next hill, exclaimed: "Oh! Good place to have a deep depression gaoya below, which grows a uniform, good green grass, really Aisha people!" He was pleased forget fatigue, about child jump on the inside, breath of effort to cut a load of good. The next day, he came here to see the deep grass Wali and yesterday he did not actually cut, as before, is still the uniform of the. However, he thought, just-do, the first jump cut to say it, a short while and cut a load. Since then, the young monk quietly come here one day, cutting, cattle are very fat by his strong support. The old monk was very surprised, thinking: Other young monk a long time to come out every day, and he freely went out every day by the Xiao, and easy to come back, but can also cut into the grass and Trust-Mart would not because he is lazy, the farmers cut a good hard grass stole it. The old monk then asked the young monk, monk speechless, but under the master had to lay it to say something to his mowing. Old monk skeptical, thinking: He usually is not the kind of petty lazy man, do the authors really have it so strange? So let the young monk took him to see what happens.
Mowing of the land to the monk, the old monk saw that the deep depressions in the grass really is glossy fresh, and the grass than the other places is much to be busy. However, this time not quite believe that the old monk, after two days of hand cutting and observation, he was compelled to believe - even really cut the grass here is endless, cut today, tomorrow and long, cut tomorrow , the day after tomorrow is still long. I do not know why but the old monk, or pretending nothing had happened, but my mind was thinking: Why do here is not the grass cut? To understand this, he put his most trusted to go with a young monk grass basin ge dig dig pile. Dug for a long time did not find anything to sit on the sidelines to recover from. At this time, the old monk suddenly found around some special: mist steaming, bubbling springs, ancient Baicheng Lin, scenery here is fine. Then wondering: Maybe this is really a treasure, perhaps something really underground, it will encourage the young monk once again dug up. Soon, a sudden "boom" of the sound a cry, the little monk, "Hey," the look, the old monk did not know what it was, hastily whispered shouted: "Slow down, be careful smashed!", And then put down the hoe side , while the plane slowly by hand. But they dig out of a look, disappointed young monk said: "Well, I thought it was nothing special treasure, but a broken iron pot it!." But see also the master will carefully observe the inside and outside the basin, and asked whether this was what the master, the old monk saw a long time, I can not see a Zichou Mao Yin to, with doubts shook his head and said: "back to do it feed the dog in the basin of the bar, if the other monks asked the basin and found it halfway you say! "novices understand the promise, and put it back to the temple, really done a dog food bowl.Cheap ClothesJuniors DressesLED LightRenault can clipbmw gt1Aluminium Powder led lightSEO ServicesReplica Watches
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