An old man, a woman dressed in suit, stood back and forth.

On the door behind the two, there was a brass-colored nameplate hanging on the door, with the four suffixes saying "Martyrs Cemetery".

"Sir, go in and wait. The frost and dew are heavy here." The woman asked very politely after bowing.

The old man was nothing but Yuan Zhishan, who was in charge of the southwest region. Although he turned his back to the woman, he knew that the child must have bowed again. He smiled and did not move.

But, looking a little further, he said softly: "It's coming."

Are you coming?

The woman looked away and felt a vague sense of a monk approaching. When she sighed that they were finally coming, she couldn't help but frown, and glanced at the woods on the top of the mountain from time to time, and then looked at the corners of her eyes.

Since she saw it, Mr. Yuan, who had been practicing for so many years, must have felt it. But since Mr. Yuan did not move, she did not dare to act rashly, so she could only continue to watch.

At this time, it was not dawn yet.

It was this time that was so strange that I didn’t choose a daytime. It was at this time that Mr. Yuan personally brought people to the cemetery to erect a monument for an unknown martyr who had no name and newly confirmed identity. And once he came, strange people followed him all the way.

She looked at the top of the mountain again, and she really didn't dare to take it lightly.

Logically speaking, even if the matter of placing a new monument is important or even a holy spirit, the process two said that only a staff member who is of this level who is responsible for handling related incidents needs to hand over the official documents above to hand over it. There is no need to send Yuan Lao.

So, Mr. Yuan's level appeared, but he only appeared. He did not alarm the others in the academy, nor did he issue any announcement documents. So what the weight of this monument is, and what it means, she really couldn't even understand it, but she was full of amazing speculations.

On the way here just now, the gentleman probably discovered his uneasy thoughts and explained them personally, which made her very flattered.

"You have a problem with my little girl."

Old Man Yuan Zhishan's tone was gentle, without any reproach. But she trembled and was very nervous.

He even stuttered rare and said, "Old Yuan, I, the first time I came out with you to do business, I'm very nervous."

After saying that, she wanted to slap herself. Anmi, Anmi, aren’t you very good at doing things? You paper tiger woman!

"Don't worry, I have always fasted and do not eat living people. Hahahaha."

“Yes…yes.”

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yuan was quite humorous. An Mi breathed a sigh of relief and scratched her head.

It seems that everyone’s words are true: Mr. Yuan is indeed approachable and has a great style. He is worthy of being the personal disciple of Mr. Li Yuantong, who is quite famous among the ten old masters back then!

Now it seems that Yuan Zhishan is a well-deserved current ten old man in terms of strength and character. Although she has only been to the college for a few years, she really can't stand the remaining ten old man, but having this old man in the college is also a lucky person in our southwest region.

When I returned to the matter of Mr. Yuan coming to erect the monument himself, I believe that this ancestor who did not leave any clothes, ashes, or related objects must be a big shot! What's strange is that there is no word written on the monument, and the origin.

Thinking of it, An Mi tentatively said: "Old Yuan, An Mi will definitely not make a big announcement about what happened today."

In this way, An Mi wanted to test some things that Mr. Yuan could reveal.

After all, the few numbers on the monument seemed to be a puzzle, making people confused and could not see the deeds, identity, and the names of the martyr.

However, why did Mr. Yuan say so plainly? He just shook his head: "'The Great Life and the Glory of Death' I wonder if you heard such a slogan when you were young. In fact, how many people had such a name back then, but this old man practiced really, it was definitely not as simple as shouting slogans.

Nowadays, we can worship the old man, just a stone with words inscribed. However, the old man worshipped it to China..."

Speaking of this, Old Yuan even shook his head and stopped. He just looked at the direction where he said he would come.

An Mi understood: It seems that Mr. Yuan is unwilling to say that this gentleman must have implicated many pasts that he does not want to be an ordinary monk. No matter what "events" or "treasures" involved in the old practice, he must have been in the historical books.

If you don’t say it, it means that this ink and heavy color is a bit too much.

I can only hope that the descendants of Mr. Yuan said that "will appear today" can answer one or two questions for myself.

Although An Mi is not a naughty man and has a stubborn temper, she must ask why, but it does not prove that she is not curious. Although An Mi understands that among her peers and her family, she is actually not outstanding, and can even be said to have poor magic power. But at least she has cultivated some eyesight and is very dedicated to practicing.

By the way, if you want to talk about her ability, it is coincidentally similar to the "Chicken Eating Goddess" who had been popular on the Internet for a while. Although she knew that she must be not as good as hers.

Thinking of this "goddess", although she never explained her abilities, she only said that it was her "good luck", An Mi and the monks she knew agreed that this "goddess" had used some of the abilities of a monk to make such a magical "premonition" and help others "eat chickens".

It can be said that it is a new model for contemporary Chinese practice of realization and learning!!

Thinking of this, An Mi was a little excited. She had to "use her eyes" to see the person's background to satisfy her curiosity.

Today, she has served as Mr. Yuan and handed over the new monument with the cemetery manager. She has erected a new monument on the mountain she just noticed. After that, after handing over to the "descendants" of the owner of the monument, she will be able to return to Qingcheng Mountain and concentrate on the next big thing.

It has not been peaceful recently, but this kind of triennial event cannot delay the revision time. After all, invitations from various places have been sent out. Moreover, the college staff have been transferred back from various places, even if they are not transferred, they will come one after another.

Since she could not stop her, she had to cheer up and work hard with all the staff of the college to do things beautifully!

"By the way, Xiao An, maybe you can still see someone who surprised you."

Old Yuan thought of something and suddenly reminded her.

Accident?

An Mi scratched her head and asked inexplicably, "Who?"

"It's said it's an 'accident' person. If it's said it, it's not surprising." Although Mr. Yuan had a beard, he didn't see any old and clumsy feeling.

On the contrary, when his eyes blinked, he was actually playful and agile. Besides, even with a beard, you can still see that Mr. Yuan’s foundation is very handsome and tall. I really don’t know how charming Mr. Yuan was when he was young. Even a younger generation like An Mi couldn’t help but feel a little shy. It was really amazing.

After being told by such a preview by Mr. Yuan, An Mi nodded and couldn't help but look forward to it.

Could it be that some great seniors will appear among this amazing "descendants" of old practice? Perhaps, it is related to his own practice and can guide himself and make progress before that big event. At least he can win a few opponents before leaving the market. Don’t embarrass the monks in the southwest region!

As she thought about it, Xiao An was a little confused.

It took me a long time before Mr. Yuan said, "I finally arrived."

An Mi hurriedly came to her senses, raised her chest and raised her head.

I saw four figures walking towards the gate ten steps away.

The three on the left are men with very sharp heights. Apart from the boy holding a handful of flowers, one is an elite person with a suit and tie;

The other one was a little special. He could see from a distance that he was impatient. He scratched his head while walking, and held a round object wrapped in his hand. In his hands, it seemed light and nothing. At the same time, the man's feet seemed to be soft and soft.

A petite girl on the edge was holding a small bundle, and it seemed like a child inside.

When you look at it, you can't tell who has the temperament of a descendant of old practice. But when you look closely, An Mi seems to be able to pick it up. The man who is "floating" under his feet is the backbone of several people.

When he looked at it with such inexplicable prejudice, An Mi was surprised to find that every step of the man touching the ground seemed to have roots under his feet and could penetrate firmly into the soil. Or, it should be said that he truly used his magic power to touch the "soil" on the ground.

It's so strange!

The person who came was not someone else, it was Yiruchang and his group.
Chapter completed!