The Tang Dynasty’s Female Forensic Doctor

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"Mr. Sang." Xiao Yu put down Yan Yan and greeted him.

Sang Chen was much thinner than before, but his body was almost the same as that of Xiao Yu. The blue silk was not scattered behind him. It seemed that his face became more and more clear. He said, "I should go to thank you for your help." , just...just..."

Just thinking of what he said after the arrow in the day, he did not dare to be embarrassed to see Yan Yan.

"Mr. Sang is amazing, and there is no loss in the big Tangtan. I am both stunned and how can I stand by." There is no expression on the face, she is already a woman, for her own sake, for her sake. Chen, she didn't want to give him any room for imagination. "Mr. Needless to say."

Sang Chen’s face was slightly white, slightly licking his lips, and after a few breaths, he seemed to be self-speaking: “The grace of life is dare to forget.”

"Mr. Sang is coming to visit the teacher?" Xiao Yu saw the atmosphere was wrong and transferred the topic.

"Exactly." The words have been said, Sang Chen is more and more uncomfortable. He tried hard. In order to make himself stronger, he took the initiative to ask for an official. However, even if he was not a real official place in the National Supervisor, he would never have laughed and laughed and did not pretend to be himself.

He was in the clear water, but was stirred up under the struggle with Wei Wang, but the water is still clear water. Even if he has an extraordinary IQ and lacks that level of defense, it is impossible to be as good as Xiao Yu in the officialdom.

"There are still things under, and I have to say goodbye." Sang Chen rushed away from Yan Yan and Xiao Yu.

Yan Yan sighed and fell, and Xiao Yu was hugged again.

Already at the end of the spring, the noon sun has already had a hot feeling. When I arrived at the entrance of the temple, Yan Yan saw Xiao Yu’s forehead oozing a fine sweat, and he smashed Pa to help him wipe it.

"Let's go." Xiao Yu has a slight smile on his face.

The two joined hands in the monastery, and the clerk and the monk led them to the main hall. On the two sides of the main hall, the monks with gray robes sat on the chanting. On the right side of the platform dedicated to the Heng Shi Buddha, a large wooden fish was placed, and a monk knocked without a hurry.

The entire temple is solemn.

Xiao Yu and Yan Yan squatted down on the futon, and the monks sent two musk.

Yan Yan never worshipped the Buddha, only meditation in her heart: bless the relatives and friends around her to be safe and smooth; to protect the health of the fetus, this birth can be smooth.

Xiao Yu holds the fragrant road: "This time, the fragrance is late, it is my sleepy mistakes, it is not disrespectful to the Buddha."

Yan Yan, a family of gates with a history of inheritance, believes that Buddha is more than a channel, and Mrs. Xiao believes in Buddhism. Xiao Yuxin is not surprised.

After the pledge, Xiao Yu will bring in a large amount of money brought in, which is regarded as the incense money.

After finishing the fragrance, a guest monk led them to go to the wing to rest and enjoy the vegetarian meal.

"Grieved my wife and children." Xiao Yu looked at the table full of green and white, sighed.

"What is the badness of vegetarianism? You are both worshipping Buddha. If you say this, you are not afraid of the Buddha blaming you." Yan Yan put a piece of tofu in his bowl.

He believes in Buddha and still kills him!

Xiao Yu smiled and said: "The Buddha knows the truth, my heart is sincere, but the heart of my wife and children is true."

"Who wants you to pity!" Yan Yan took a bite of tofu, and the vegetarian dishes of Ci'en Temple tasted good. She used to eat black fish, old hens and the like every day. Even though she changed her pattern, she also ate.

Xiao Yu was dismissed, but the smile on the face was even better.

When they were eating, they didn't talk much. After taking a meal, they sat in the courtyard and took a break. The courtyards of the Ci'en Temple are all unique, and the styles of each courtyard are very different. In this courtyard where Yan Yan is planted, peach blossoms are planted. At this time, the flowers have already fallen, and the branches are covered with peaches, all of which are large and full. The falling branches are bent down.

The two sat down in the pavilion, and Yan Yan asked: "Yes, I heard the voiceless bells ringing the bells, the morning bells and drums, how can the bells ring at noon?"

"About which master is dead," Xiao Yu said.

Yan Yan Shen said: "Then we will not go to the shackles today, just please come out and see the illusion, so as not to disturb them."

"Good." Xiao Yu jaw.

"Amitabha." The voice of the Buddha is old and gentle.

Yan Yan sees the coming, is an old man, wearing a brick red plaque, white as snow, the skin on the face is not very slack, not in line with the beard and sound, it seems only fifty years old kind.

Xiao Yu and Yan Yan got up and prayed for him. "Huai Jing Master."

It turned out to be the master of Sang Chen. Yan Yan has always been very curious about Huai Jing. She can teach the kind of **** of Sang Chen.

"Amitabha, harassed." Huai Jing did not approach, and gave a Buddhist ceremony, very calm and calm: "The old man is only fascinated by this, there is nothing important."

Then he gave a slight gift and turned to Taolin.

Xiao Yu’s voice: “Huai Jing Master.”

Huai Jing turned back and Xiao Yu pointed to the other side: "The door is over there."

"Thank you for the donor." Huai Jing folded a corner and left in the direction indicated by Xiao Yu.

The two men watched the departure of Huai Jing, Xiao Yu said: "The Master of Huai Jing has never been acquainted with this. This is what Sang Chen is like him. But it is said that his fans never ask, saying that it is guided by the Buddha."

"Sure enough..." Yan Yan paused and thought of a proper word, "Odd."

After resting for a while in the temple, the abbot personally came to thank Xiao Yu’s incense money. After talking with the abbot for a while, the two left.

When I went to the entrance of the temple, I was actually in peace.

"Amitabha, the old man just forgot to say, the Buddha guides the old man to see the two, is the fate of the destiny. I want to let the old lady tell the two, Sang Suiyuan decided to fall into the shackles, often accompanied by the ancient lamp ancient Buddha Pray for the two and the descendants." Huai Jing said plainly and sang a Buddha.

Yan Yan’s heart was tight, and suddenly there was a feeling of suffocation. She always knew that he was stubborn, but did not expect him to be stubborn to this point.

Quietly standing in the same place, do not go, do not speak. Xiao Yu and Yan Yan feel that he still has something to say, and he waits patiently.

After a while, Huai Jing only sang the Buddha, saying: "But the old man did not agree."

Yan Yan Dawei, it turned out to be a big gasp!

"He has no connection with Buddhism, but I am compassionate and can't bear his wandering in this world. He will be sent to my temple for practice in the future." Huai Jing paused, as if he felt that he had nothing to miss, he turned and left.

I don’t know what it’s like, but I’m so angry and funny, but the two emotions together are not enough to know the helplessness of Sang Suiyuan’s going to be a monk.

"I want to go on my own." Yan Yandao.

Xiao Yu did not make a sound, only reached out and supported her, and slowly went down.

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