Immortal Road of the Dharma Idol Chapter 820: Wanjia lights (on)

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Traveling south and north to merchants, there are many endless stories; middle-aged scholars. [Baidu search: the latest and fastest TXT novel title] Some of them are good green bean soup, tireless hand.

Everyone is happy and happy, and everything has never escaped Zhang Fan's eyes.

Gradually, his expression became solemn, as if he pulled out of a few days of meditation and cluelessness, a flash of bright color flashed in his eyes, seeming to be enlightened, but not real, not captured.

Old grandma dreams, in order to enter dreams with dreams, dress up with old beggars, cook porridge for dreams, and get insights from the dreams of all beings.

This behavior is similar to the behavior of today’s middle-aged scholar. The difference is that Grandma Meng is a powerful cultivator, and this scholar. It's just a scholar.

Zhang Fan not at all bothered him, quietly on the side, sharing the strange stories of the passing merchants.

Listen to the transcripts when people come, and read and decorate after they go. The life of scholars is busy and fulfilling. It is in harmony with this business and this lampstand.

Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened, and the evening glow of the sky, like after singing and dancing, faded away from the Huacai makeup.

The middle-aged scholar didn’t mean to leave, but instead poured a pot of mung beans and boiled it again.

In the distance, the faintly visible outline of the city slowly blurred and calmed down, as if the giant beast slept, but only smoke and smoke, if the beast breathed and breathed, marking its existence. ,

"It's getting late, won't you go back?"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan said without warning.

"Uh?"

The middle-aged scholar was stunned for a moment. It seemed he couldn't believe this young man who had been sitting for a day, and he suddenly talked to him. Looking left and right, subconsciously asked, "Are you talking to me?"

Reacted immediately. Bowing again and again, apologizing: "Xiongtai forgive me for being rude and rude."

"It's getting late, the ancient road is dangerous, and it becomes more difficult at night. I'm afraid there will be no caravan coming, why not go back and rest?"

Zhang Fan smiled indifferently, then asked.

"Ah~"

The middle-aged scholar sighed and said with pity: "There are also greedy pedestrians at night, the world is difficult, and there are so many lives to fight, Xiongtai can wait and see."

"Anyway, why go back?" The scholar laughed at himself with a wry smile: "There is still an old servant at home, there is no need to remember, and there is no difference."

"This scholar is also optimistic."

Zhang Fan hearing this nodded secretly. What family still has an old servant, it is better to say that there is only one old servant, no wife and children, and one lonely family.

On this ancient tea-horse road, on the beacon. Scholars may be able to indulge in the wonderful stories of others from the numerous stories of all beings, and it is better to return to their homes and become more lonely.

As if these two sentences made the middle-aged scholar feel close, he handed over a bowl of mung bean soup and said, "Xiongtai will not move for a day. If you don't want to give up, put a pad on it first. .(?Network novel”

Zhang Fan glanced at it, but the green beans in this bowl of green bean soup are extraordinarily dry, and seem to be dried.

"Aren’t you afraid that I have no story to tell you?"

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, didn't take it, just asked with a smile.

"Haha~ I don’t want you to speak, and eat it, I will tell you."

Middle-aged scholar laughed, put mung bean soup in front of Zhang Fan, cleared his throat, but told the story of the name of the lampstand.

Xu Shina was named for this place and was born of a book. The middle-aged scholars were particularly excited. The name fell into Sun Shanshan in detail. The businessmen started to make ends meet. After all the hardships, they got the dark room. , A bright light of hope and light......

"The beacon... The beacon..."

As if really immersed in the story, murmured and repeated several times, Zhang Fan felt as if he had grasped something, and went a step further from the previous feeling, only a thin film remained. You can be bright and open at any time.

"cough cough cough, naively dark."

The middle-aged scholar coughed and endured the smoke. He took out a fire from the pot, and then turned over an oil lamp with a lampshade and ignited.

looks at's actions, Zhang Fan thought that the scholar wanted to light up the oil lamp, with the book, never thought that after the oil lamp was lit, the scholar was standing on tiptoe and hung it on a dry branch on one side of the tree.

Hazy, the light of the oil lamp spread out, spread on the ground, fainted into a dim yellow, like a bright moon shrouded in smoke and dust, reflected down.

A lamp is like a bean, which is swayed by the mountain breeze from time to time, the light undulates up and down, swings left and right, and even the flame of the lamp inside is also blazing or volt, light or dark. It seems that there are thousands of changes in it.

After doing this, the scholar discovered that Zhang Fan had been looks at in his actions. The strange thing was that on his face illuminated by the lights, his eyes were vaguely visible, and if there was ecstasy in it.

The book was in contact with merchants from the south, the north and the south, and it was considered to be very broad-minded and unique. When I saw this, I was agitated and secretly said: "Isn't it a hysteria?"

"Xiongtai? Xiongtai?"

Although scholars have hair in their hearts. But still two steps closer, stretched out take action to swing in front of Zhang Fan, the sound of the call was not dare to be loud, like the soul, the fear was loud, so it dissipated.

"Student, why do you hang this lamp?"

It was just a violent wind, the oil lamp was swaying, and the face of Zhang Fan was surrounded by shadows. It was hard to see. The middle-aged scholar just felt that the sound was floating in the ears, and it seemed more like a dream.

"The beacon leads the way, and it doesn't take the name of this station."

The student said subconsciously, seeing Zhang Fan has no response, somehow, it seems that there is an invisible breath induction, but just feels uncomfortable if he doesn’t say something transparent.

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged scholar continued: "The night is cold and heavy, and there are more pedestrians, cooler and cooler, and there is a lot of trouble. If you are anxious, you will fall more easily."

"If at that time, you can look up and see this lamp, knowing that the lamp stand is not far away, there is hope, there is a guide, self-sufficient, Yu Yongke can, how many people can save."

"However, it is a waste of some lamp oil money. Compared with human life, which one is lighter and heavier is self-evident."

The words in my heart were emptied in one breath. The middle-aged scholar was relieved and still felt weird. Suddenly, his eyes flickered, but when he saw that Zhang Fan stood up abruptly, he seemed to have been stimulated, and suddenly understood.

"Lights, hope!"

"Fire, light!"

"It turns out so, it turns out so..."

Zhang Fan murmured in his mouth, thought a thousand times in his heart, but felt suddenly bright, how to go forward, no fog.

Imagine the fear and horror of human beings when they first touched fire. Later, when the wood became a bonfire, it became a long night, the only warmth, the only safety, the light in the night, and the hope for the future. .

Suddenly looking back, the ghost angel looked at the other side of the mountain, where the town was.

As the saying goes, from time to time, with the help of luck, when Zhang Fan looked back, it seemed as if an appointment had been made. In the town, a little spark appeared, gradually reaching Liaoyuan.

First, one or two lights, then ten, one hundred... and finally swept through the town.

"10,000~home~lights~fire~"

One word at a time, the scene in front of you, but the ordinary scene, but at this time, here, in the eyes of Zhang Fan, it is like heaven.

As if the light of Wanjia's lights is far here, it is still like the warmth of the flame. Zhang Fan only feels warm all over the body. Everywhere on the whole body is eager to try. There seems to be something in Wanjia. Calls himself in.

"Light and hope!"

"Wanjia lights up and puts all hope of Wanjia."

"In the hearts of the people, there is also a round of red suns, the lights are the hearts of fire, and the fire of hope is the sun in the heart."

......

Countless thoughts flashed through, just like the glorious city, the road ahead of Nascent Soul is also clear, Zhang Fan just feels happy, and there is always the pleasure of screaming.

"Xiongtai? Xiongtai? Are you okay?"

Middle-aged scholars have never felt the feeling of Zhang Fan. In his view, it is just an ordinary night scene. What is worthy of attention, he can see it every day.

"Nothing!"

"I am fine, I have never been so good."

Over the past year, I have traveled to many places, and I have seen a lot, but I have only been able to exchange for the depression and confusion of the stomach. Finally, today, on this light stand is transparent.

"The beacon, a beacon!"

"The fruit is the guiding light of this Zhang!"

Zhang Fan laughed and turned back, staring at the middle-aged scholar, thoughtfully.

"cough cough cough~~If Xiongtai is fine, I will say goodbye."

Thinking about it, the scholar still felt that the person in front of him was not quite right, so he wanted to pack up and walked up. When he packed up, hesitated for a while, and finally did not remove the oil lamp from the tree, and let it hang.

"Student, what do you most want?"

Zhang Fan didn't seem to see him at all, and asked with a smile.

Middle-aged scholars are still packing up, startled, thinking, saying:

"I think often, if the fairy looks at me, does it look like ants, and if I think about the fairy, does it miss me like ants? I can’t figure it out, so..."

"I hope to see the legendary fairy master, listen to the fairy story, and wish is enough."

Zhang Fan smiled, but did not continue the topic, and instead said: "Student, please borrow some lights?"

The middle-aged scholar hearing this looked up in amazement, and was just seeing the Zhang Fan with no long objects and no parcels. At this time, he was holding a simple and elegant lamp.

"Where did it come from?"

This idea has just been born, and the scholar has naturally drawn a hand out of the fire under the pot.

Half handed over, he found out that the lamp in the hand of Zhang Fan didn't have a wick.

"How to order without a wick?"

This discovery ~IndoMTL.com~ also put his arm with a fire on his back.

It’s strange that Zhang Fan didn’t answer, and ignored the problem of the lamp, but continued with a smile: "Please borrow a little light?"

"Huh?"

Bewildered and puzzled, suddenly, the scholar was blessed to the soul and said: "Good!"

This voice came out of the room, and I saw a smile on Zhang Fan's face, but no movement. A light from the lamp in the tree flew out, like a tired bird returning to the forest, and fell into the lamp in his hand .

"Wow~"

Bright lights, such as the halo of the sun wheel, illuminate the way forward in this gradually dark night.

ps: seventh more~~~

Another: The idea of ​​Wanjia Lights comes from book friends.

This chapter has the following chapters, so hard to write, gnash your teeth~~~! ~!