Then he knelt down in front of Xiang Daozong’s bed. "Teacher Changfeng is coming. Changfeng is coming."

Wake up and never see the light again. Daozong touched Luo Changfeng’s hand
He cal huangfuyi’s name again.
Huangfuyiluo Changfeng knelt side by side before the bed.
Xiang Daozong patted two disciples’ hands, and their tired and old faces showed a comforting smile.
Xiangdao Zongxiao is already hoarse.
There are tears in the wrinkles around the eyes.
"An old man has been an apprentice all his life, but he can’t protect them. Even your young brother Zhou is disabled."
"I am ashamed to be a teacher, and my heart hurts!"
"You two are the heirs of my Sichuan doorways, and it will finally be in print if you can repair this body and protect your two weeks before you die."
The withered hand fell on the edge of the bed.
Xiang Daozong kindly closed his eyes.
Close your eyes from now on!
Luo Changfeng Huangfuyi suddenly looked up! Suddenly heartbroken!
……
In the courtyard road in front of the monastery, a number of bodhi flowers have withered all over the ground at the moment, and a number of trees of wisdom have withered instantly.
It seems that the wind swept away the soul from the nether world, and the wind in the courtyard took away the soul of Daozong.
The wind passed by the dead flowers and trees, and it was a mess.
There are flowers flying all over the sky in the courtyard.
Bodhisattva flowers fell in the courtyard, the mirror platform fell in the outer courtyard, the hidden building fell in the six-character door, and the dust fell in front of Mr. Sweeping the floor. There were many towers in the Taoist temple, and the wind blew the bamboo leaves, and it fell in the purple bamboo forest all year round.
Bodhi flowers finally fall into the Bodhi Garden.
Looking at the sky full of flowers, Dean Zhuang felt dejected.
Then he knelt in front of the door.
Dozens of six-character doormen prostrated themselves.
A few steps later, I came to Jiangmanlou and watched everyone kneel in a scene and froze in place.
The blind young brother in the dust Taoist temple bent down and picked up the scattered bodhi flowers.
Mr. Dao Kui, sweeping the floor in front of the Tibetan building, bowed respectfully in that direction and stood on ceremony.
All the students in the mirror stand outside the six-character door got up one after another, and all the teachers in Tsing Yi paid attention to it. Several people looked at the residual flowers all over the sky and were silent.
The monastery is silent at the moment!
The Taoist edge is scattered and the soul returns to the mountains and flowers to sacrifice the bodhisattva!
In the forty-first year of Dayan’s spring, the Taoist priest died!