It would be even better if you could add a few words of goodwill!"

Chen Pingan's face was full of embarrassment, as if it was the first time he had done such a thing.

I am not a world-renowned literary giant like Su Zi Liu Qi.

The young monk's face was full of hope. Chen Ping'an had no choice but to take over the seal book and the brush, and wrote his name on the pages of the Bai Sword Immortal Seal Book and the Jian Sword Immortal Seal Book respectively, and also wrote a message for each. After drying the ink,

, handed it to the young monk. Unexpectedly, the other person's face turned red, and he took the hand without haste. He bit the bullet and asked tentatively: "Master Yin Guan, can you write the year, month and day again?"

Chen Ping'an smiled and wrote down the date again, adding four words at the end, "By the side of the field."

In fact, the smiling Chen Pingan was more embarrassed than the blushing young monk.

I made up my mind that I really can't do this kind of thing again.

The young man held a writing brush and a seal book in his arms, and thanked the approachable Yin Guan again and again.

Seeing the peasant monk leaving happily, Cui Dongshan squatted on the field ridge with grass roots in his mouth.

Chen Ping'an sat aside, reached out and grabbed a handful of soil, held it in his hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't be depressed, it's not a big deal."

Cui Dongshan was still worried and said softly: "Sir, do you want all the merits you have saved so hard?"

With your temper, as long as you really go to that sycamore tree, you will definitely do that thing. Once you do that thing, not only will you be destined to earn no merit, but you will even lose all the merits in the Confucian Temple's merit book.

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Chen Ping'an looked forward and said calmly: "Try to keep a little bit, it will be useful next time I come here. If it doesn't work, forget it."

Cui Dongshan chewed the roots of grass and asked: "If this happens, we will be stuck in the quagmire. What will happen to your practice, sir?"

Chen Pingan asked back: "Isn't it practice?"

Cui Dongshan was speechless.

Xiao Mo seemed to be listening to the two students playing riddles. Because he heard Cui Dongshan mention the master's practice, he couldn't help but ask: "Cui Dongshan, can you tell me something?"

Cui Dongshan sighed, "The star of the year revolves around the sun once, and a period is twelve years."

The small street becomes more and more like falling clouds and mist.

Cui Dongshan had no choice but to explain in detail: "At that time, Tongyezhou fell, mountains, rivers and land sank, rituals and music collapsed, and under the deliberate persecution and pull of the barbaric military tents, all kinds of people's hearts were ugly, all kinds of rebellious behaviors, countless people and things, only

Speaking of the children born during that period, where did they come from? Are their biological parents really husband and wife? No. No matter whether it is calculated from the day when the Savage World occupied Tongye Continent, or whether it is calculated again after the Monster Clan withdrew from the Haoran World, no matter

Is there any difference whether it is already the first year or not yet? These children are destined to suffer this calamity anyway, and no one can escape it."

"If Tongyezhou was still the territory of the wild world, let's not talk about him. The origins of those children, in the eyes of the wild monks, are not unusual at all, but in the eyes of today's vast world, they will be heretics

, is a kind of bastard who may find it dirty even if he curses a few words. Those children seem to be born with sins in this world. They should not be here, but they are here. Even if these children survive in the years to come,

They have been able to withstand the criticism of others, withstand all kinds of insults that poke their spines, they have survived many man-made disasters, and they cannot escape "natural disasters", because even if they are lucky enough to grow up, they still have never been able to restore the orthodox mountains and rivers of Tongyezhou.

Accepted by luck, not to mention what kind of practice, maybe just living is a kind of hardship. They may not necessarily die, and they may not necessarily die early, but they will definitely endure hardships in this life, and endure a lot of hardships. Maybe their lives will be like this.

I will always feel that life is worse than death, suffering for no reason, inexplicable disasters, and unjust consequences."

"They say you can forgive God's sins, but you can't live if you do your own sins. But these children don't seem to have a choice."

"But if you don't take care of it, one era after another, after a period of sixty years, it will pass away just like the grass and trees in the mountains."

Cui Dongshan fell backward and fell to the ground without saying a word.

Xiaomo sat cross-legged and turned around to look.

Chen Pingan was sitting on the ridge of the field.

Xiaomo didn't hear any heroic words.

The man in blue shirt just spoke softly.
Chapter completed!