"How is that possible?"

The monk said: "When Lin Hanjiang was released from prison, he was an old man. In order to continue the incense, he bought a young woman as his wife. A few years later, he suffered from dementia and ran out of the house on a heavy rainy night and never came back."

Lin Hanshuang cried and said, "I didn't see anyone in my life and I didn't see the corpse. Didn't I set up a tomb in my clothes?"

The monk shook his head and said, "No."

"Haha." Zhou Nianping smiled and said, "It must be that the little widow hated him and refused to stand up."

The monk looked at him meaningfully. Although he was a little angry, he admired his extraordinary intelligence.

It turned out that Mrs. Lin sold herself to bury her father, and had to marry Lin Hanjiang when she was young.

Lin Hanjiang has been tortured by shame and pain, and has suffered from decades of imprisonment, and his body is like a candle in the wind, shaking.

A year after getting married, Mrs. Lin lived a widowed life. For the sake of reputation, Lin Hanjiang forced her to make a great vow in the Lin Family Ancestral Hall that she would raise her son to no longer remarry in the future.

Mrs. Lin's flower-like life was destroyed in his hands, so naturally he was full of resentment.

Lin Hanjiang's son was filial to his mother and followed her wishes.

The monk always felt that Lin Hanjiang was doing this inhumanely, but the dead were gone, and he was unwilling to say bad things about the dead.

Lin Hanshuang didn't know the truth and said angrily: "My brother is a good person, how could my sister-in-law hate him? Don't talk nonsense."

The monk said, "You might as well go back and have some rest, and take a good rest, so that you can take your energy and go to your leisure village."

Lin Hanshuang said: "Since the master and my elder brother are good friends, why don't you set up a tomb for him?"

"Shameless." Zhou Nianping said angrily: "If your family doesn't care, why should the master care? He is your brother's friend, not your brother's father."

The monk made a gesture to stop Zhou Nianping and said, "Lin Hanjiang once asked me a dream. He said he was full of sin and hoped not to leave any trace."

Lin Hanshuang cried bitterly, "Brother is gone, sister is gone, it would be great if Zhou's mother is still there. I have no mother since I was a child, and Zhou's mother treats me as her own, and I can't even see her."

"Okay, don't cry. You still want watermelons when you get melons. Greedy is not enough to swallow the elephant." Zhou Nianping guessed that Zhou Hui's mother was Zhou's mother in Lin Hanshuang's mouth. Because of her disgust, she didn't plan to tell this secret.

Lin Hanshuang was so angry that she was so angry that she was upset. Zhou Nianping was upset when he listened, picked up a stone and knocked her out.

Fang Zhiqiang said: "Everyone is dizzy, are you carrying her on your back?"

"Just sleep in the Sutra Cave, no. I would rather carry the stones in the toilet than her."

Seeing that Shi Lei was unconscious and still awake, Fang Zhiliang did not object.

Everyone leaned against the stone wall and slept all night.

The next morning, Shi Lei and Lin Hanshuang both woke up. The monk walked to the entrance of the cave and took them along a narrow long-awaited plank road for half a stick of incense, stepped onto the stone steps, and walked down the mountain.

Not far from the end of the stone steps is a very large waterfall, with abundant water and magnificent momentum, and the roar is deafening.

Under the waterfall is a deep pool, as flawless and clear as jade. The waterfall water falls into the pool, and the mist is filled with mist, shining with colorful light in the sun.

The green trees beside the pond are covered with green vines, shaking and swaying, and the scenery is unparalleled.

Fang Zhiqiang held an oil-paper umbrella and stopped to watch for a moment, praising: "It's like cutting a plain, and the sun hangs in autumn."

Zhou Nianping said: "The flying flow down three thousand feet, and it is suspected that the Milky Way fell to the sky. This sentence has momentum."

The monk said: "The sun shines like the rainbow, and the purple atmosphere is far away. The red spring falls, and heavy clouds are scattered."

"Oh, I didn't read the useful ones. I learned a few poems, but the order was reversed. Old monk, should you learn to argue with me? I guarantee that you will be invincible in the world. It will be worth your life to be angry." Zhou Nianping slapped his mouth and sarcastically said again.

Mu Changfeng was worried that Fang Zhiran would reprimand him, so he immediately pointed to the deep pool, "Look, the water seed beast."

Everyone looked around and saw the white-fin dolphin hiding in a shaded place, lazily leaning against the bluestone beside the pond to rest. When they heard the sound, they immediately opened their eyes.

The monk walked quickly to the edge of the pond, full of love, "These days are very busy, don't be angry if you haven't come to see you."

The white-fin dolphin gently stroked the monk's chest with a long kiss, his eyes full of coquettishness and appeal.

Zhou Nianping liked it so much that he couldn't help but walk over and gently stroke it.

The white-fin dolphin screamed, his voice tender, as if he was a baby. His expression was as innocent and cute as a baby, and his smile in his eyes was so cute.

In Zhou Nianping's eyes, the white-fin dolphin is no longer a water-sea beast, but a fragile and tender child with pink carvings.

He looked down at it, his heart ached, and tears fell down, just in the eyes of the white-fin dolphin.

The white-fin dolphin felt his heavy sadness, and a layer of mist surged in his eyes. He poked out another piece of his body and faced Zhou Nianping.

Looking at its sad expression, it seemed to be asking Zhou Nianping why he was sad and crying.

"You are so cute, your spiritual energy is so strong, don't be discovered by bad people." Zhou Nianping couldn't help but develop a desire to protect himself and hugged the white-finned dolphin into his arms. "You must be guarded against others. You are the most precious creature in the world. Many bad people are trying to make you think about it. I only hate that I can't stay here and can't protect you for a long time."

The white-fin dolphin whined, and even shed tears, wet Zhou Nianping's clothes.

The monk said, "It can feel people's joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. If you are sad, it will be sad."

Zhou Nianping quickly wiped away his tears and forced himself to smile, "You are so kind. When I see you, I feel more and more dirty. Are you willing to make friends with a dirty person?"

The white-fin dolphin stared at him for a while, suddenly jumped up and fell back into the pool, swam in circles, making a crisp and cheerful laugh like a child.

The monk was stunned, "I have never seen it like a person so much. Donor Zhou, you have a innocent heart and a pure soul, irritable and ruthless, but it is just a manifestation. The past is like smoke, don't think about it anymore."

Zhou Nianping slowly stood up, with a cold smile on his lips, "Old monk, you are blind and blind. You don't need to interfere with my affairs."
Chapter completed!