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"I don't know." Wanzhong one face blank.
The fat man screamed and smiled, and rushed to the south to smash his head. "Tell him."
For the fat man to be so arrogant, the south wind is not very satisfied, nor cooperate, pretending to be arrogant, "Oh?"
The fat man made a boring, so depressed, squinting.
The dismantling of the platform also depends on the occasion. At this time, it is obviously not suitable for joking. The south wind whispers, "You can think about it. If your identity is leaked, they will take you back and put it on the altar."
Seeing that the south wind is turning to danger, the fat man has kept his face and raised his hand to hold a few short beards under his jaw. "Also."
The two sang one and one, and the ones that were engaged in the smuggling, the curious heart, the wine did not drink, and the doubts looked to the south wind. "This brother, who are you?"
"I am not a tall man, he is," Nanfeng fingers fat man, "Do you know about Buddhism?"
"That is the state religion of spitting. I used to change the human form to listen to the Master's lectures." Wan Zhongyi said.
"Do you know the Bodhisattva of the Tibetan King?" asked the south wind.
"Of course I know that it is one of the four great Buddhas in front of the Buddha." Wan Zhongyi looked at the fat man up and down. "Is this brother ever bodhisattva?"
The fat man snorted and looked at the other place.
Seeing his generosity, the south wind has his heart, but there are outsiders in front, and he can't make him embarrassed. He can only say, "I don't want you to be honest, he is the king of Tibet."
Wanzhong one by one, the brow wrinkled, looked at the south wind, and looked at the fat man, his eyes were not dubious, but did not believe at all.
The south wind can only say once again, "We don't have the need to marry you. He is really a reincarnation of the Tibetan King Bodhisattva, but the Lingtai is not sweeping, the Buddha's light is not present, and his beast is listening to the beast at this time in the lakeside forest."
Listening to the south wind, Wan Zhongyi’s expression became dubious. “Buddha is a monk, how...”
"Whatever, I like to shave my head, I am willing to keep it," the fat man is not very successful, and he is not very happy. "I told you that these are for you, not for you, just at the lake." You also tried it, hit me two times, but I hurt me?"
Wan Zhongyi hurriedly picked up the jar, and took a few mouthfuls and put a breather. "There is really a listener under the Bodhisattva. It is said that it can detect the good and evil of the world..."
"Now it is not enough, let's drink." The fat man interrupted Wan Zhongyi's words.
Wan Zhongyi drank again, drank a few mouthfuls and put down the jar to talk. "If you are really a Bodhisattva, can you spend me..."
The fat man waved his hand again. "I will talk later, drink fast."
Wanzhong repeatedly drank, drank a few mouthfuls and put it down. When he just wanted to talk, he was interrupted by the fat man. "How are you so embarrassed?"
"I took a breather." Wan Zhongyi picked up the jar and drank it in one go before putting down the jar.
"Drunk?" asked the fat man.
"Wait, I am drunk." Wan Zhongyi replied.
"Cheng, then wait." The fat man picked up the wine bowl and drank the remaining wine. "Right, forgot to ask you, will you drink alcohol after you get drunk?"
Wanzhong hit a cellar, "That won't, just sleep."The fat man was relieved and yawned. He didn't sleep well last night, but now he is in a warm place and starts to get sleepy.
Not long after, Wanzhong was on the stone table.
"Wake up." The fat man reached out and pushed.
Wanzhongyi did not respond.
"It is also sincere, listen to you a few words and believe." South wind said.
"I didn't marry him again," the fat man yawned again. "What are you looking for?"
"Is the princess not here?" Nanfeng rushed the fat man to make a look, indicating that Wanzhongyi was only sleeping at the moment, not completely drunk.
The fat man would like to say, "If he believes in me, I can't lose him. If he really fades the demon, I will let the emperor's old children agree to their marriage, and they will count on a merit."
"The master raised his hand and spared me." Murong Feng pleaded in the corner.
The fat man turned his head and said, "What is this? He has made a great contribution to you. You all agree with your marriage. Because he doesn't look good, you hate him. What is it to look at, you are here." Calling people to look at people, you have to reflect."
The fat man said the righteous words, the south wind listened to the dark frowning, this guy really said that one set, if he did not look at the person, the marriage was not expected to look forward to the future, the war, the final choice of twelve is not what he wants to choose. But it is not good luck.
When I saw the southerly expression, the fat man asked, "Oh, I am not correct?"
"Yes, I am worried that Murong will believe that you are a reincarnation of the Bodhisattva. Your current words and deeds are not as good as saga." Nanfeng said.
When the fat man listened, he stood up and picked up his sleeves. "Hey, I don't understand. If you want to squat, you have to sit down and close your eyes. Which one is sorghum and you have to look at the compassion. Unfathomable posture, can't you have a little bit of popularity?"
"What are you doing, have to fight with people?" The south wind answered.
The fat man sat down and heard it. "Their views are wrong. You want me to be like that. It’s better to kill me. Then I said, I am a bodhisattva, not a monk. I know that I can become a bodhisattva, just because of me. Unlike the monks, they are vulgar."
"Good, you are not bad." Nanfeng laughed.
The fat man seldom said so much, and he said that his heart was comfortable, and the gas was smooth. He looked at Wanzhongyi and looked at Wanzhongyi and looked at the south wind. It meant that he was not familiar with Wanzhong.
Nanfeng nodded, and Wanzhongyi was on his right side. He was very close. He could clearly hear the breath of Wanzhongyi, and the breathing in Wanzhong was obviously slower.
"Is the demon gas faded?" The fat man asked.
"It should be." Nanfeng said.
"Don't be okay, this is not a joke. You have to get it right. If the sin of my baby is out, my sin will be great." The fat man looked back at Murong Feng.
Murong Feng had been crying by the fat man before, seeing him turn back, and listening to him saying that crying is even more miserable.
"You are waiting here, I am going to call Zhuge Juanju." The south wind stood up.
"Looking for her to dry up, you can't do a law?" asked the fat man.
"There is no open air here." The south wind turned out of the cave.When I got to the top of the mountain, I called the Eight Lords and came back to the West Bank.
Murong Law and others are waiting anxiously, seeing him return, and hurriedly greeted him. "Real, how?"
"Have you tried to poison Wanzhong one?" asked Nanfeng frowning.
"This...this..."
Seeing Murong’s expressions, Nanfeng’s heart is counted, and Wanzhongyi did not lie. Murong Law and others did try to poison it.
"How is it?" Zhuge Juanjue came to the front.
"Follow me to the island." The south wind pulled Zhuge Juanjuan, and the upper body of the Eighth Lord was on his back. "Where is the old white, I will also pick it up."
"Real people." Murong Law shouted at the bottom.
"People sent people to whip, and invited a few high-profile sorghums from the country to welcome Bodhisattva." Nanfeng admired the law.
When Baye received the old white, Zhuge Juanjuan took the opportunity to ask, "What happened?"
The south wind has a clear mind. It tells Zhuge Yujuan the three things in the outline of the previous events. Zhuge Yujuan does not doubt after listening. "Fat is really a reincarnation of the Buddha?"
"You don't know?" The south wind asked.
"Have you told me?" Zhuge Yujuan asked.
"It should be said, you did not remember." Nanfeng said not very sure.
Fortunately, Zhuge Yujuan did not entangle the matter too much. "He will rise up to reveal his identity and will it bring him trouble?"
The south wind shook his head. "There should be no trouble, but it will attract a group of believers. You don't say this, I haven't reacted yet. This guy may not be on the rise, but deliberately reveal his identity."
"Why?" Zhuge Yujuan is puzzled.
"Maybe want to be a guardian of the country." Nanfeng laughed. The fat man is loyal, and he feels that he has no idea. He may not have the heart, but his heart is still there.
The two men spoke, and the Eight Lords flew to the Lonely Peak. This time they landed directly on the rocky beach in front of the cave. When they came, the fat man greeted him from the hole.
"How is it?" asked the south wind.
" Still sleeping, not becoming a king," said the fat man.
A group of people entered the cave, and the south wind pointed to Wanzhongyi, Zhuge Yujuan to explain the situation, and then asked, "Is there any way to determine whether it has completely faded the exotic atmosphere."
"You can pierce the hole." Zhuge Yujuan said.
"This is not a success." Nanfeng shook his head, and the heterosexual illusion of adult acupoints and meridians will be slightly different from people, but this is only a shallow and heterogeneous road. The roads are deep and the acupuncture points are the same as people.
"Blood." Zhuge Yujuan said again.
"Isn't it a good friend, blood is dried up?" The fat man interrupted.
"Is blood dripping useful?" The south wind is not clear.
"Useful, heterogeneous blood is different from human beings. If its blood is in harmony with human blood, it means that it is no different from human beings." Zhuge Yujuan explained.
"If his blood is like a human being, is it a child born like a human?" The fat man is most worried about making a mistake and giving birth to a mixed-race monster.
"Yes," Zhuge Yujuan nodded. "The son is a bloodline. If its blood is the same as a person, it will not give birth to a different kind of child."
"That, try it." The fat man urged.This method is also simple, a bowl of wine, take a drop of blood in a million, and then take a drop of fat blood.
"How can you not get together?" The fat man is very nervous. Two drops of blood are two separate drops in the wine.
Zhuge Yujuan did not answer, poured wine, poured a bowl again, and took a blood in Wanzhong. This time, the blood of the south wind was mixed, and it did not blend.
"It's over." The fat man is so depressed.
"You can't rush to assert," Zhuge Yujuan shook his head. "The blood of people is not the same. Your blood is not melted with it, maybe the blood of others will melt."
The two did not understand very well, but there was Zhuge Juanjuan, they did not need to understand too much, just look at it quietly.
Then Zhuge Yujuan tried again with his own blood, still not.
"Would you like me to catch the king and come back and try?" The fat man looked depressed.
Zhuge Yujuan ignored him and went to the corner to take the blood of Murong Feng. He melted, and the two drops of blood slowly melted into a drop from the wine.
"It's a man." Zhuge Yujuan splashed the bowl of wine.
"Can you make a mistake?" The fat man is not at ease.
In order to make him feel at ease, Zhuge Juanjuan tried again, still blending.
"It is a person, there will be no mistakes." Zhuge Yujuan is very sure.
"Isn't blood dripping used to recognize relatives? It can also be used to recognize people." The fat man has a long experience.
"It is easy to make mistakes by confessing blood. If the child follows the blood of his father and tries to test with the mother's blood, the blood will not blend.
The same is true of coming over. Zhuge Yujuan said.
"Can you be sure that two people are biological mothers?" asked Nanfeng.
"Who do you want to try?" Zhuge Yujuan asked.
"It’s a long story." Nanfeng said that he thought of Liu Ruyan and the seven brothers who were away from the fire palace.
Zhuge Juanjuan did not ask, but said, "It is not difficult, even if the child's blood is with his father, I have a way to determine whether they are mothers and children."
"That's good." Nanfeng nodded and turned to his finger, "Wake him up."
"The cow knife kills the chicken, and it is not awakening." Zhuge Juanjuan is not willing to do it.
The fat man heard the words, took the empty wine jar and went out to hold the lake back. A bowl of cold water poured down. "Wake up and get up and be a groom..."
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