Chapter 228 (1/2)
In the middle of spring, warm Lake winds blew over Zhenze lake, sweeping the whole Binhu town with warmth.
The willows by the lake are a little bleak, but new branches have been pulled out from the withered and black branches, and green buds are dotted on the newly grown branches.
The long willows are soft and light, hanging low like thousands of green ribbons, dancing in the warm Lake wind.
At this time, on a wharf outside Binhu Town, a number of Zhang Long ships have been neatly arranged on the lake.
On the shore of the lake, a large group of mortals in Binhu town gathered here.
Some of them carry a huge package on their shoulders, some push a one wheeled car, which is full of gifts of large and small bags, and some lead an old yellow cattle, which also salutes like a hill on its back
At this time, on a small mound not far away, an old man stood there trembling.
The old man was dressed in Chinese clothes and looked like a rich man in the secular world, but when he looked carefully, he could feel the unique pressure of monks on the old man.
Next to the old man, a middle-aged man with four layers of Qi stood respectfully.
”Is everyone here?” The old man asked slowly.
After hearing the old man's question, the middle-aged man quickly arched his hands and replied:
”Father, there are three hundred and sixty-two people who have migrated. All of them have gathered here!”
”Are all the boats ready?”
”It's all arranged. Just wait for someone from Yangshan!”
”So good!”
The old man then nodded, and then turned his eyes to the crowd not far away. Then he passed the crowd and looked at the lake in the distance. He said with some emotion:
”Which batch is this year?”
”It's the fourth batch!”
”The fourth batch... It's better to live a peaceful life!”
The old man whispered and then fell silent again.
……
This old man in Chinese clothes is naturally Shen Huantong, the guard of Binhu town.
But compared with more than ten years ago, he looks older at this time.
In that flood, the old man was also seriously injured and lost more than ten years of life. I'm afraid he doesn't have many years to live now!
However, now Shen Huantong has been relieved and is not afraid of the approaching death.
Now his only concern is his great grandson of the sanlinggen.
Although his great grandson has three spiritual roots, he still needs someone to help him build a foundation.
But their family had no deep foundation in Yunbifeng. After he sat down, his great grandson lost his only help.
Fortunately, he helped his great grandson get through some relationships many years ago. In addition, his great grandson has become an alchemist, so it will be easier to go in the future.
Now what he hopes most is that the family can take care of his great grandson after he sits down for the sake of his diligence and diligence for more than 40 years!
……
At this time, among the mortals gathered by the lake bank.
A five or six-year-old boy looked at the crowd around him, then pulled the man's sleeve and asked:
”Dad, where are we going?”
The man leaned down, touched the boy's head and said with a smile:
”Go to Yangshan!”
”What are you doing in Yangshan?”
”Live a better life!”
”Then...”
Seeing that the boy had to ask questions, the woman on the side quickly took his hand and said with a smile:
”Huan'er, don't ask your father first. You'll know then!”
”Oh!”
……
After about half a column of incense, a Dharma ship with psychic fluctuation slowly sailed into the wharf from a distance.
A moment later, five Shen family friars dressed in black national clothes appeared on the dock.
After seeing these five people, hundreds of mortals gathered here and suddenly boiled up.
”Mother, is this the immortal master?”
The boy looked at the five family friars, and his eyes couldn't help showing a look of longing.
”Well, that's the immortal master of the family!” The woman's tone was full of respect.
After hearing the woman's words, the boy stopped talking, but there was still a strange look in his eyes.
On the other side, when Shen Huantong saw the family friars coming down from the French ship, they quickly swept over the dock.
A man dressed in black ethnic clothes saluted Shen Huan and asked:
”Seventeen uncle, are you ready?”
”It's all ready, waiting for you!” Shen Huantong said with a smile.
”OK, let all the people get on board!”