There was a wet and cold rain in the sky, and a black sedan chair carried by four paper-tied people appeared in the city of Shahua, and many ghosts holding a black umbrella and holding guns and spears followed the black sedan chair in unison.

After a fire, many houses in the entire city of Sawa were covered in wet and cold rain, and there was a strong smell of fireworks in the air.

Yang Huaiping lifted the curtain on the side of the black sedan chair, and when he saw the scene of ruined walls in Shahua City, as well as the gloomy expressions on the faces of people who had lost their homes, he suddenly felt very unmeaning in his heart.

After sighing deeply, Lieutenant General Yang Huaiping withdrew the hand that lifted the curtain of the black sedan chair, and he began to think about today's game.

Yang Huaiping thought to himself that if he was a cicada, then Xianyun Lao Dao was going to hunt his praying mantis, and behind Xianyun Lao Dao was Shencha, a yellow finch that was enough to kill him.

As a cicada on the cusp of the storm and in danger of being killed at all times, Yang Huaiping knows that he can't do anything now, the only thing he can do is to believe in the divine tea behind him, the yellow finch that saved his life.

With the cold rain of turbid yellow in the sky, the eaves on both sides of the long street are sounding the sound of falling water, a black sedan chair swaggering in the long street, behind the black sedan chair, the carriage covered with blood Zeng Jilai in this rain, is so conspicuous, distinct, eye-catching.

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Walking farther and farther away, in the unhurried steps of the four paper-binding people, Yang Huaiping's black sedan chair came to a sesame oil shop in the long street.

At this moment, a breathtaking light quietly swept over the black sedan chair, but the person who shot this light from the hole stood motionless, still holding a pot of flower carving and drinking the wine in the cup, until the black sedan chair disappeared into the long street.

In the sesame oil shop, Junbao and Dahai walked up to the white-haired and long-haired old man with flying swords in hand, and Junbao muttered: "Master, it was an excellent opportunity to rescue Senior Brother Zeng just now, why didn't you do it?"

Dahai also hurriedly spoke: "I see that Senior Brother Zeng has been beaten up unhumanly, if the master hadn't said in advance that he wouldn't let us act rashly, I'm afraid I would have rushed forward to save Senior Brother Zeng!"

The white-haired and long-haired old man didn't speak, he stretched out his hand to catch a drop of cold rain dripping from the eaves of the sesame oil shop, and the white-haired and long-haired old man said in a thoughtful voice: "You two can only see this light rain falling in the sky, but you don't know that behind the light rain is a storm that engulfs everything!"

Dahai's brows furrowed, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said, "Then master, what should we do?"

The white-haired and long-haired old man lifted a pool of flower carvings in his hand high, and he took a sip and said: "Movement is definitely going to move, but it is up to the two of you to move, let's first let this group of Yaksha's subordinates go around the city of Shahua two more times, and when they are relaxed, you and Junbao will go to rob the prisoner car, I will help you resist the secret sneak attack of Yaksha, and my doppelganger will also help you, you remember it for me, don't lose my idle people!"

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In a gravel-paved alley in Warsaw, Yang Huaiping, who was in a black sedan chair, lifted the curtain on one side of the sedan chair and shouted, "Stop!"

The four paper-tied villains around the black sedan chair all stopped very spiritually, and then the whole team stopped.

Yang Huaiping paced down the black sedan chair, a pitch-black umbrella was propped up above his head, Yang Huaiping took out an origami fan inlaid with gold wire from his waist, he fanned it and said loudly: "Everyone has walked around in Shahua City, they must be tired, now everyone rest in place, but give me a little cleverness one by one, don't come after a while, you don't know how to die one by one!"

As time passed, the whole alley fell silent, except for the sound of the dripping rain.

Suddenly, a buzz broke the silence of the alley, and a thin flying sword trembled violently and suddenly galloped towards Yang Huaiping.

Yang Huaiping dodged the sudden attack of the flying sword, and he shouted, "Everyone take care of Zeng Jilai on the prisoner car for me, and you must not let people save him!"

A group of ghosts, including two pairs of boys and girls, instantly surrounded the carriage that had imprisoned Zeng Jilai.

At this time, two light figures jumped from the roof of the house in the alley, and Junbao hurriedly said to the sea beside him: "The sea, you go to hijack the prisoner car, and I will deal with their leader!"

As he spoke, Jun Bao silently recited the incantation, and the thin flying sword trembled violently in the air and flew back into a streamer of light and flew back into his hand, Jun Bao held a gap in the middle, and the thin flying sword stabbed towards Yang Huaiping suddenly.

Yang Huaiping quickly snatched a black umbrella from the ghost next to him, he closed the black umbrella and suddenly waved the attacking flying sword and flew out.

But in just an instant, after the flying sword let out a violent tremor driven by Junbao, it flew towards Yang Huaiping like a maggot with bones.

Yang Huaiping suddenly put his sword horizontally above his head to block the flying sword that came from the volley, he staggered back a few steps and ran to the ground to silence his mind, Yang Huaiping began to think reverently.

A purple void, wrapped in a monstrous coercion, dressed in Zhou Tianxingchen's robe, holding a gossip mirror suddenly appeared above Yang Huaiping's head.

After Junbao saw this phantom, he was suddenly frightened and trembled, and then knelt in front of Yang Huaiping with a plop, Junbao's lips trembled and said: "I, Junbao, have no intention of offending Emperor Gou Chen, and please forgive Emperor Gou Chen for my guilt!"

Emperor Gou Chen, who was above Yang Huaiping's head, suddenly waved his sleeves, and Junbao immediately flew out upside down and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

At this time, the figure of the white-haired and long-haired old man suddenly appeared in front of Yang Huaiping, and he smiled unruly and said: "You have deceived my apprentices with these ghost tricks, but you can't fool the old man!"

As he spoke, the white-haired, long-haired old man suddenly punched and roared with the boundless wind, and suddenly blasted towards the phantom of Emperor Gou Chen above Yang Huaiping's head.

At the moment when death came, Yang Huaiping put everything down, looking for the silk plant, the people who were waiting for him, and the people he was waiting for, the exploration of fate in the underworld, etc., everything was put down.

Yang Huaiping fell into a kind of quiet and indifferent, no self, no other, no desire and no desire in the Zen, he seemed to forget life and death, forgot everything, did not know why he was born, why he died.

At this moment, Yang Huaiping seemed to have integrated into the heavens and the earth, and he saw how vast the stars of the universe were, and how many species there were on the vast land.

There seems to be a world in a grain of sand, a Bodhi tree seems to be reflected in a leaf, and a beautiful paradise exists in a flower.

The moment the white-haired and long-haired old man slammed his fist on the phantom above Yang Huaiping's head, he felt that his fist was like hitting a ball of cotton, it was so soft and weak, and a shocked expression suddenly appeared on the white-haired and long-haired old man's face, and he muttered to himself: "How is this possible, he hasn't even reached the realm of the Merge Dao, how can he resist the punch of a scattered immortal from me!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded, "You are still a scattered immortal, you don't even know the realm of the unity of heaven and man!"

Hearing this, the white-haired and long hair stood in place as if struck by lightning, and he trembled like chaff and said, "This is impossible, how can he be a small monk who has returned to the realm of the void to spy on the supreme realm of the unity of heaven and man!"

However, the cold voice never sounded again, and the only answer to the white-haired and long-haired old man was a pop accompanied by a burst of blood.

Immediately, the woman with a bewitching face pulled out the crimson umbrella inserted behind the white-haired and long-haired old man, and the figure of the white-haired and long-haired old man immediately collapsed and disappeared without a trace!

At this moment, another white-haired and long-haired old man who had collapsed and disappeared just now, and looked exactly like him, repelled the two pairs of boys and girls who were gathered around the prisoner cart, as well as a group of ghosts, and he smashed the prisoner cart apart with one palm, and then turned around and was about to leave with Zeng Jilai wrapped in his hand.

But at this moment, an accident happened instantly, and Zeng Jilai, who was in the arms of the white-haired and long-haired old man, suddenly turned into a bewitching and strange blood-red flower.

The flowers spun and plunged into the body of the white-haired and long-haired old man, and he stretched out his hand to point at the bewitching woman's pupils constricted, and her lips were round, "You......!

In an instant, the figure of the white-haired and long-haired old man turned into a dot of light and shadow and disappeared, and then a crisp sound fell to the ground.

The woman with a bewitching face took out a white silk handkerchief embroidered with roses from her pocket, wiped the blood from the crimson umbrella in her hand, and then her figure flashed to the side of the torn prison cart and picked up a bronze mirror that emitted ripples like water.

At this time, a young girl dressed in black with dark red blood stains covered her chest and walked up to the woman with a bewitching face, and she said in a cold tone: "Lord Naksha, I seem to have seen this thing before, this thing is called the Yin-Yang Mirror, which is used to shuttle between Yin and Yang!"

The woman with a bewitching face took the bronze mirror into her arms, she took out a delicately crafted cigarette pouch from her waist and took a puff, "Ah Hua, you take the other three to rest, I'll let you go out to let off steam!"

A bright smile appeared on the virgin's face, and she nodded to the enchanting woman, and then flew towards the other virgins.

At this time, Yang Huaiping slowly opened his eyes, and he suddenly felt refreshed, and there was an indescribable comfort in his body.

The woman with a bewitching face slowly walked towards Yang Huaiping with a cigarette pouch pot with exquisite workmanship, she looked Yang Huaiping up and down, and then frowned slightly and fell into a deep thought.

After a long time, the bewitching woman groaned and the corners of her mouth outlined a lingering smile, and she said something for no reason, "You are really similar to that person!"

Yang Huaiping suddenly felt dazed, he pursed his lips and wanted to say something, but he was still silent.

At this time, the woman with a bewitching face let out a cold voice, "Call it a day, everyone will go back to the palace!"