The next day!
But forget it, let this misunderstanding continue to develop.
"What is father thinking about at this time?"
after an hour.
Although it is an acting, the starting point is still very good.
All this was recalled in his mind, and then he took out his mobile phone, looked at his father's phone, seemed to think for a long time, and finally opened the browser and entered the words 'Master Lin'.
He Xiaoming opened his eyes wide.
Even the words my father once said came to mind one by one.
End of the bridge.
"Master Lin speaks of life and death."
He Xiaoming didn't come back to his senses for a long time. He kept thinking about the conversation between the two in his mind.
Lin Fan smiled and said: "No need to thank you, this may be the best way, but don't forget, you have to go to worship Buddha tomorrow, so please work hard."
now.
Pretty accurate
He Chenghan touched it, but the skin was broken. Then he waved his hand, wiped away the blood, and still knelt there.
He Chenghan said, "Master Lin, thank you so much."
Lin Fan, "This is not a big problem, it's just a knot in his mind. Once the knot is untied, everything can be solved. But we didn't expect that the solution we thought of would be like this. Just treat it as a real thing that happened." Don’t think of this thing as a drama.”
"Why does father believe him so much?"
"After master Lin's guidance, I escaped from death. I am grateful and share it with everyone."
Sudden.
He Xiaoming stood not far away, looking at the scene in front of him, his body trembled slightly.
waste!
None of this is very reliable.
When this idea came up, He Xiaoming started to think about it. He didn't know what his father was thinking. He wanted to go forward and ask, but he held back because he followed him secretly and he wanted to see everything. what is going on.
Could it be possible to make He Chenghan bankrupt and make He Xiaoming realize something
The surrounding monks stepped forward in panic, not knowing what they were doing.
This incident was indeed just a scene performed by Lin Fan and He Chenghan. Of course, it was not such a coincidence. It was just that with He Chenghan's current status, what could he do? Let He Xiaoming understand his thoughts
"XX Mountain, there was a slight earthquake..."
in the car.
"I understand." He Chenghan nodded, "Master Lin, I owe you a favor. No matter what happens in the future, even if I go to the oil pan at the bottom of the mountain, I will do it without hesitation."
"Who is he? Why do you think I will be in trouble? Why does he know?"
Then, Lin Fan counted with his fingers and said, "Damn it, Mr. He actually had a small bloody disaster today." Suddenly, he smiled, not knowing what misunderstanding would be caused today.
In front of that, a figure knelt down step by step, heading towards the temple on the mountain.
If you want money, you will have money, and you will have enough food and clothing.
He Xiaoming wanted to catch up and ask.
In the end, the two discussed it and decided that they could only resort to this method.
Suddenly, these words were recalled in He Xiaoming's mind. Looking at his father's appearance at this moment, He Xiaoming couldn't help but shed tears.
"how could this be."
…
Even God is willing to help, so what else can we do
He looked at the back, his throat moved slightly, his eyes flashed with disbelief, and even a trace of regret.
I just hope something comes of it.
He came back last night without alerting anyone, not even his father.
…
He Xiaoming opened his eyes and looked at the time, five o'clock in the morning.
But Lin Fan stepped on the accelerator and left.
Suddenly, he froze.
etc…
After being untied, Lin Fan looked at He Xiaoming, turned around and left without saying anything.
Lin Fan had already gotten up, turned on his phone and saw a piece of news.
He found his father's car in the temple parking lot at the foot of the mountain.
He Xiaoming saw his father kneeling in front of a Buddha, which was a big Buddha. He then knelt down and worshiped there for a long time before getting up.
Stepping on the steps where his father had knelt and worshipped, he discovered that these steps were uneven and convex. It would be very painful to kneel on them.
At this moment, He Xiaoming was crying like a child. He squatted there alone and didn't speak for a long time, as if he had been hit by something.
…
Fortune teller
He Xiaoming stood there, not knowing what he was thinking, and then walked towards the mountain with steps.
The small Buddha statue hit He Chenghan on the head.
He looked at the back, feeling a little painful in his heart, a heart-wrenching pain.
A certain neighborhood.
He didn't sleep much all night, thinking about what he said and heard last night. Now that his father went out, he immediately followed him.
Snap!
"You... stop..." He Xiaoming wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, "Is what you said true or false?"
He Chenghan screamed and then touched his head. There was some blood on his head. Although this was not a real golden Buddha, it was not too light. If the sharp corner hit his head, it would be no problem to break the skin.
Door slamming.
At this moment, He Xiaoming's heart was very heavy. It's not that he didn't respect and love his father, but he always had a knot in his heart. As time went by, this knot in his heart became more and more difficult to solve. Every time he missed his father, he thought more and more. Angry, feeling like everyone in the world treats me badly.
He heard clearly what he said last night. There was only one temple a hundred miles away, so he drove behind him.
When he knelt down and worshiped in front of a Buddha statue that could only be hit with a slap, the Buddha statue hanging high suddenly shook slightly and fell from the sky.
At this time, He Chenghan was ready to kneel down and worship all the Buddhas surrounding the house.
Lin Fan smiled and said, "Okay, it's not that serious, so I'll hang up first. This matter is also your worry. Just talk about it and let it go. I've seen his face. As I said, he's not a bad person." , I’m just going against you. After this incident, I think things will change.”
When Lin Fan was about to leave, He Xiaoming's voice came.
Lin Fan smiled and opened the car door without saying a word.
Lin Fan looked at the caller ID, a smile appeared on his lips, and then answered the call.
Useless!
…
search!
"Use yourself to protect him from disaster..."
"Stop, please tell me clearly, is this true or false?" He Xiaoming stood there and roared, tears flashing in his eyes. He wanted to ask clearly, but Lin Fan didn't give him any chance.
These words hit him hard and made him very sad and angry.
My father gets up at seven o'clock in the morning every day, but this time he got up at five o'clock to go out. This was obviously something.
Ding ding~
"how so… "
Lin Fan untied He Xiaoming. At the same time, he was also curious about his skill in tying people up and how he tied them up.
"Master Yunli Jielin, China's best fortune teller, I have to accept it."
He Xiaoming slumped on the ground, his head buried in his legs, muttering, "Is this true or false?"
He Chenghan shook his head, "No hard work, I never knew what to do. Now thanks to Master Lin's guidance, as long as he can make a change, I am willing to pay no matter what the price."
roll!
As Lin Fan said, an eighteen-year-old boy has a strong sense of self-esteem and is the time to rebel. Although he had been wandering around the society for a long time, the more he saw, the more his heart collapsed.
In an instant, a series of search questions appeared.
He didn't expect that these questions would actually come up through the search, which made him unable to believe it for a moment.