Mr. Zhu was carrying a picture scroll and was reading a book in this small bookstore.

Unexpectedly, the book in his hand was not a picture album, but a volume of Buddhist scriptures.

When he saw Andaoyuan walking out of the door next to him, he seemed to explain casually, but there was a trace of memory in his words, and it seemed to be saying to himself:

"When the old monk Yiyuan was there, he often read these Buddhist scriptures to me, but since he passed away, I have rarely read them."

Mr. Ruolin seemed to have experienced too much about these things. He cleaned the dust on the bookshelf with a feather duster:

"In fact, these scriptures, or the sounds of reading scriptures, have long been in your memory. It is better to accept their existence. Maybe you will understand one fate."

Mr. Zhu had already felt relieved, but he didn't want to see things and think of others. But now he felt that Mr. Ruolin was right: "The owner of Ruolin, how much is the price of these Buddhist scriptures? I want to buy them."

Ruolin waved his hand: "My book is never sold to others. If you want it, just take it."

Mr. Zhu's character is as upright as the gentleman in his name, so he will naturally not accept others' kindness in vain: "Mr. Ruolin, when the typhoon season passes, when you come to my store again, you will definitely prepare a cup of treasured three-season tea."

"Spring goes to the end of summer and the three seasons of tea. Old man, I am quite interested in these things now. Compared to the rainy days on weekdays, Habeth only causes more turbulence, and there is nothing to worry about."

Mr. Ruolin simply packed up the bookstore, closed the door, and then walked away slowly towards the river bank covered with orange lamps with his own cloth bag.

The old man was not quick, but after just a few breaths, he was completely unable to see him.

Andaoyuan sat on a chair by the roadside and opened the three books in his hand. These three books were not thick, but they all talked about the secrets of cultivation of Shinto and spiritual power. He was still thinking about this question a few days ago.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Ruolin could see his question at a glance and answer it silently.

He is now in the budding stage of spiritual cultivation, which represents the blooming of spiritual power and truly comes into contact with this extraordinary world. Upward is the agility stage. Agility represents the same meaning as wind, that is freedom. If you move upward, he does not have a high mind to think too far. After all, there is still a long, long time before the return date of these three books.

The book mentions many different schools and different sequences, the prayers with the sequence of the righteous gods and the worship of the old dominators outside the indescribable ones.

Some monsters have advanced their life level in the natural school to which they belong, and some have improved their realm by simply describing the world and writing words, like paper painting.

The world is too wide, and there are naturally countless ways to climb upward, just like the sentence in "Jurassic Park", which is the saying in Jurassic Park: Life will become more free, they will open up new areas, and break through obstacles in pain, which may even be dangerous, but that is life.

Life will find its own way out.

No matter how many times Andaoyuan has experienced in the nightmare compiled by Nightmare, he always has a little respect for life.

"Mr. Takeru, Hyacinth has a path to Nibelung, and with the testimony of Mr. Wakarin, the contract I thought I should have signed now seems unnecessary."

He didn't know which level Mr. Ruolin existed at, but the pure white sea of ​​books that suddenly appeared in a dream, the Tower of Babel composed of poems and history was enough to prove it. Therefore, Mr. Zhu, who could be recognized by Mr. Ruolin and Chenlu, would naturally not be any ally that needed to be bound by contract.

Mr. Zhu smiled and nodded: "I have heard the name of Hyacinju from the blowing of the trade wind, but I live a casual life, so I have never visited you. This time I want to bother Andaoyuan."

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Andaoyuan watched two winged children chasing up the rising balloons in the altitude of the association on Hedeng Street, and also saw monsters dancing festively on the roadside with colorful ghost faces.

Perhaps a storm is not a disaster for some monsters.

After all, no matter what kind of natural reaction it is, it has experienced countless times for the planet under your feet.

Compared to the calmness before the wind and rain in Tokyo, the wind above the Pacific Ocean has washed over with thunder and heavy rain.

The light of the lighthouse standing on the cliff of the sea was originally directing the sailing ship to the distance in the dark, but was washed by the heavy rain, as if it was covered with a dark cover, which was a rain curtain that even the light could not pass through.

The observation station on the coastline began to collect and organize data. The Tokyo Meteorological Bureau continuously predicted rainfall through the observation station. Meteorological satellites with strong anti-interference ability have recorded real-time drift images of the Haibeis cyclone.

The dark blue gradient white cyclone is also particularly obvious in the background meteorological map of this blue planet.

The Japanese Defense Force had already set up a cordon by the sea early, but the sea water hit, as if the giant beast Kraken poked his head out of the deep sea, instantly immersing the cordon into the waves.

It was still cloudy just now, and thunderstorms were intermittent, lightning and thunder were heard, and the trees were swaying and shaking. The deafening hurricane sound was as if it was shaking in his ears, which was very different from the trade winds of Hyacinth.

Andaoyuan and Mr. Zhu did not stay on Hedeng Street for more.

Mr. Zhu owns an old car. Although he hasn't driven much recently, it is another kind of luck to be able to catch fire in this weather.

This saves the cost of taxiing. In Tokyo, the price of taxi will definitely increase several times.

"I am an old driver. After all, sometimes when I get interested, I will temporarily close the Yiyuan Teahouse and drive my baby car to find a sunny place to paint it for the day."

"Is it the same old driver I think?"

Andaoyuan was very relaxed, so he even made some jokes humorously.

"Haha, what you think is the same as what I think."

Mr. Zhu is also very humorous.

There are no cars on the road now. When the last bus stops into the station, Tokyo will enter a short-term closed phase.

Mr. Zhu's driving skills are very stable, but unlike his calm appearance, the old driver is driving very fast, with the theme song of speed and passion in the car.

At this moment, every light in Tokyo has been turned on, but the streets are very empty, making people feel like two people are driving forward in the city of doomsday.

The modern culture is particularly regular, which makes people feel particularly desolate sometimes, but the lights on prove that they are not driving alone in this steel jungle.
Chapter completed!