MTL - Dreadful Radio Game-v3 Chapter 991 Old photo story

The slight wind blows from the sea, bringing fresh and refreshing;

Xu Fugui is enjoying this moment. He always thinks that it may be the reason why he is older. He also thinks that he may not have the heart. In short, he is very eager for everything in this world, just like he has just returned to the city. When I was in college, I always liked to sit in the flower garden of the university. It was a long time, but the college students who had just returned to the college entrance examination were older, so there was nothing to be embarrassed. On the contrary, occasionally they could touch To a few like-minded friends, sitting next to the flower garden, not chatting or talking, occasionally delivering several inferior cigarettes to each other.

Standing on the tower, looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance, holding a cup of Maotai in his hand, Xu Fugui felt that he was very comfortable now, at least compared to the original when the educated youth was not able to eat too much.

“A person drinking?”

An elderly monk dressed in a squatting walked up slowly. There is no monk in Chongsheng Temple. Although the country is currently appropriating to renovate it, it is still a bit ridiculous.

Perhaps, twenty years later, it will become a famous tourist destination.

"Well, one person drinks." Xu Fugui responded, "Master, do you want a cup too?"

"Amitabha, barren is not willing to break the ring."

But the voice just fell, the master's body suddenly trembled, and it became blurred, and then, a young figure emerged from his body.

This person took the wine glass handed over by Xu Fugui and took a sip of wine. The mouth made a crisp sound of "bar 嗒". "The wine is good wine, do you bring it yourself?"

Xu Fugui has long been eccentric, and the Yunnan sorghum is quite familiar with himself. This guy has integrated the Dharma into the reinforcement, and has cultivated his own three generations of old, middle and young generations. I can switch at any time, and according to him, when he first proved his way, he buried the middle-aged self.

Although the tombstone was only a form of burial, the master of the middle ages has not manifested itself since then.

According to the master's own statement, the old self is the present self. When I was young, I was not a monk at that time. I can use it to drink and eat meat and enjoy life without being affected by the rules and regulations. Then, what is the middle-aged self? If you don't have any use, it's better to lose it. The simplest meaning of a monk is to leave home and throw away all the cumbersome things you can lose.

"Your friend, you should come out soon." The master drank the wine and returned to the appearance of an old-age monk. His face was wrinkled and sullen, full of vicissitudes.

"Well, it’s fast." Xu Fugui guessed.

Su Yuhang went to the place of the testimony, this is a form.

"When are you going to testify?" the master asked again.

"Also fast."

"Ha ha."

The two men were silent for a while, and the master took the initiative to break the silence:

"You can see what I can't see, touch the cause and effect that I dare not touch, so I can't give you too much advice, but I always feel that your friend is a bit strange."

The master seems to be hesitant to say this topic, because he can see that wealth has an unusual relationship with the young man named Su Yuhang. This relationship can be called "friendship" and "friendship". Things are definitely a luxury between the audience and can't be extravagant.

"Specific to talk about." Xu Fugui is still that honest appearance, he has always been this appearance, not much, like to echo, so when together with Su Yuhang is often Su Yuhang said, he echoed, Su Yuhang do, He was on the sidelines, like a big brother.

"He has the talent to shock me." The master said very seriously, it seems to have a little emotion, "but his strength is not so exaggerated."

"So?"

"So, his heart is big."

"Where is the literati, always pay attention to the world." Xu Fugui did not think so.

"Oh, maybe, but the poor also lived a hundred years old, and there are more things to see. That one, I can't see through, and I don't dare to look."

"Okay, Master, you are in the 90s. When the audience can go to the sermon step by step, you dare not look at him. I still can't look at you."

"You, you." The master shook his head, but he could see that Xu Fugui did not dare to look at it, but was "difficult to be confused."

In front, a young man came by the sea. He walked slowly, but his body shape kept flashing back and forth, as if he had moved a few kilometers between the beards.

From the seaside to the Chongsheng Temple, he seems to have taken a few steps.

Then in the next moment, he appeared at the top of the tower and stood behind Xu Fugui and the master.

The clothes belt is fluttering and unrestrained. After 20 years, Hanfu has gradually become popular in many circles, but for adult men, if you wear Hanfu without any need, it is easy to wear the eunuch’s sense of sight. But this kind of thing does not exist in this person, his temperament and these clothes are so close.

"Amitabha." Even if he had just said bad things about the other side, the master still held his hands on Su Yuhang and lived a hundred years old. Even if he didn't become an audience, he was always so awake. It is enough for him to cultivate into a fine.

“How are you feeling?” Xu Fugui asked.

"Fortunately, I just felt that someone was watching me when I was on the road." Su Yuhang said with a smile. "And, I think that the person who spoke of me is not in the present, but in the future."

"It seems that you have learned my skills." Xu Fugui laughed, still so honest.

"I just raised it, no matter who he is, I can always give him a lesson." Su Yuhang turned and looked at the master, saying: "Master, what you said found your Shura field, now we Can you go now?"

"But the wealth has not yet proved," said the master.

"I am not in a hurry, I am not in a hurry." Xu Fugui said, "It is the place you found, as the ancient battlefield that was isolated by the Qin Warlock alone. Now that there is a tendency to break, we still go in and see as early as possible. Look, lest you leave any regrets."

"The thing that collapsed will collapse sooner or later, and it is not eager for us at this time. Plus the isolated ancient battlefield has been riddled for two thousand years. I don’t know how much debris I have absorbed. It may be a There is nothing good about the garbage dump."

"Let's see." Su Yuhang seems to be a little waiting, "it is said to be the birthplace of hell."

Yes, maybe a long time ago, someone had strayed there and saw the horror scene. After returning to the narrative, he slowly evolved the legend of hell, and then there appeared the Hell and the King of Jurassic. Waiting for the story, even now, there are occasional people who accidentally enter the place. Some people can't come out after they go in. After someone comes out, the mind is not clear, and the words of **** and the devil are constantly shouting.

Therefore, some myths and legends are not entirely groundless. Of course, thousands of years of word of mouth will certainly have more art processing, but the so-called **** does exist.

But there is no place for yin and yang reincarnation. After the death, the soul will not go there. There is only a forgotten space. A thousand years ago, a Qin army died here and died. It is now a "garbage." between".

Seeing that Xu Fugui and Su Yuhang are so persistent, the master will no longer evade. At the moment, he nodded. "Let the poor get ready, the place is not easy to enter, especially two of us have already confirmed. When the flesh enters, it is easy to crush that place directly, so we can only sneak into it in the way of the soul."

Su Yuhang and Xu Fugui nodded.

“What do you want to eat at night?” the master asked. “I am going to prepare, we will leave at midnight.”

"Just casually." Su Yuhang did not take it seriously. He was not very interested in eating this aspect except for his own work.

"I want to eat some meat, then come to some wine." Xu Fugui said his request.

The master heard the words and smiled and walked down the tower.

"Your child, count the time, and be born soon." After the master left, Xu Fugui asked Su Yuhang.

"Well, it’s fast, wait for this **** to go through the journey, I will wait for the child to be born." Su Yuhang took out a cigarette and bit it in his mouth. It can be seen that his interest is not high, even if it is just The testimony was successful, but there was no temperament in his body.

"Become a big man, how can you not be happy?" Xu Fugui asked.

"Large and big, compared to other listeners, in fact, in the eyes of the broadcast is nothing more than a big ant." Su Yuhang mouth chewing tobacco, "the big after the road, but the broadcast is not."

"Also." Xu Fugui echoed.

The two stood here again and blew for a while and then walked down the stupa. It happened that the master was still below, like talking to the construction party about some details. This renovation is actually a kind of cultural relic protection work, naturally. Be careful, after all, it is not a building.

Some people in the construction team were taking photos with the camera that was still relatively novel at the time. Xu Fugui came to the party and waved to the young man. He whispered a few words with him and then stuffed a pack of cigarettes. Young and knowledgeable, nodded.

"Come and come, according to Zhang Xiang, it is to travel out." Xu Fugui took Su Yuhang and the master stood together.

Su Yuhang is speechless, and the master is also somewhat smiling.

But neither of them was willing to marry Xu Fugui’s interest and stood side by side with him.

The young young man took the camera and adjusted the focal length.

Shouted: "Come, laugh one, become!"

"Hey!"

a photo,

In the middle is the young Su Yuhang, the left side is the old rich and the old, the right is the old master.

Behind the three,

It is the three towers of the Chongsheng Temple.