The second chapter
Strange island, south shore,today, hot
Shiyu,female, free and unfettered cabinet master.
Welcomed a practice as flux, mind is vulnerable to interference.
Time: three years ago.
Cultivate immortality conference in early yuan temple, lingshan spiritual center tiangong machine head winds navy division to the virtual gentleman skyshatter panic on the strange island.
When poetry yu is a troubled girl, into the house in the early Chuyuan temple for a year, the daily task is to fetch and carry toilet.
The sun shining brightly, and remembered the thing, poetry yu unjustly choked me to sigh with emotion.
Oh, Zhixu master, Shiyu would miss.
"Shiyu! Come here."
Initially to the virtual master points got her name in the south county, the voice in retrospect is still very clear.
"Shiyu poetry."
To virtual teacher said: "when I was small, and asked my mom, mom, mom, guanyin bodhisattva had no children, song bottle in his hand, why? The poem, we welcomed a decree by destiny, do you remember me? A poem, the early buddhist progenitor dharma is burning lamp ancient Buddha reincarnation, six ancestors huineng is hid in the ancient Buddha reincarnation, we are reincarnation, who are you think? Me and who? Poetry yu, my feng shui yi has transcended the Zhou Chaowen king, I teach you, and don't follow me? Shiyu, come with me to lingshan? You my truck with lingshan above the ten thousand people, is ok? Mo in tangle with them! Shiyu, I wait for you in the early yuan temple for seven days, end with the people around you, you go with me."
Sure enough, to empty the old man in the yuan temple for seven days.
At the beginning of the seven days, the big yuan temple really turned upside down, diligence in one's work.
To virtual irascible Mr Restless: "you this early yuan temple at sixes and sevens hurriedly! Ancient Buddha ICONS on the south China sea! Bow down day by day! What do you a? Thing puts all the rules, all arrangement again!"
To Mr ZhiXu why angry, nobody knows, had to be there.
The seven days, for poetry yu, also is facing a very difficult to choose.
Poetry for the first day of the Shiyu saw her welcomed a physically, and to the virtual teacher first, has applied to the statue of Mr.
Can shiyu, gazing at the side of the snow ver a the most stupid, a stupid exactly is her answer.
Today is he who sees through is not significant, who asks, but said nothing.
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