The moon is dark and the wind is high, there is a strong wind blowing in the dark night, and the whistling night wind blows on the rusty ancient bell outside the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at the top of the Qianxun Tower, and the solemn and melodious bell suddenly rings in the night sky.

In the Qianxun Tower, Yang Huaiping was leaning against the corner of the wall with a scripture book covering his face, he slept very sweetly, and he could vaguely hear the rhythmic snoring sound coming from the room.

In his dreamland, Yang Huaiping suddenly came to ancient times, and he found that he was like a member of the court, with thousands of hectares of fertile land at home, three wives and four concubines, and countless gold and silver.

Just when Yang Huaiping was sleeping with his wife and concubine in his sleep, the sound of thunder suddenly remembered outside the hollow window of Qianxun Tower, and his spirit was suddenly frightened, and he flew up from his body lightly.

Yang Huaiping, who was sleeping on a pillow of yellow sorghum, reluctantly flew out of the room that made people drunk and dream, and in a trance, he suddenly woke up and realized that he had just had a sweet dream.

When Yang Huaiping's spirit flew away from his body, his heart couldn't help but surge out of the monstrous waves, and in an instant, Yang Huaiping thought that the phenomenon in front of him was exactly the same as the content of the "Prajna Sutra" he read in the Scripture Pavilion, he glanced at his body and flew towards the door of the Scripture Pavilion.

Yang Huaiping's divine soul passed through the hollow carved wooden door at once, and his divine soul flew to the sky level with the spire of Qianxun.

Yang Huaiping, who was floating in the sky, looked down at the scene in the courtyard of Qianxun Tower, he felt that his spirit was floating, clear and clear, and the road was far away, and the facial features of the color body were hundreds, and he didn't see it, and he didn't know if he was tired, but he felt that he had gotten rid of the fetters of the world, and there was an indescribable comfort and relaxation all over his body.

At this time, a bright moon was revealed from the dark clouds, and the white moonlight sprinkled the silver glow in the courtyard of the Qianxun Tower, and the breeze blew the thousand-year-old ginkgo tree in the courtyard.

Yang Huaiping looked at the moon in the sky that exuded a soft light, and his mind moved, and his soul flew unnaturally over the towering eaves of the Qianxun Tower, and flew lightly to the higher part of the sky.

At this moment, Yang Huaiping felt an unprecedented excitement and excitement, he glanced down, the mountains and rivers, rows of houses presented in front of him, looking from afar like countless ants as dense, Yang Huaiping has a heroic feeling that everything in the world is crawling under his feet, and suddenly a gust of wind blows his soul very high, as if he is going to fly up to nine heavens.

As Yang Huaiping's spirit flew higher and higher, he saw that he was so close to the moon in the sky, as if he could touch the white moon with his hand.

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At this time, in the meditation room of Qianxun Pagoda, he was meditating in front of a * solemn Buddha statue, and the old man who was lying on his back suddenly opened his closed eyes, and he frowned and said: "It's not good to have a big accident!"

Immediately, the rickety old man stood up and lit three yellow incense sticks in front of the Buddha statue in front of him, and then he sat cross-legged on the cushion in front of the Buddha statue and slowly closed his eyes.

In a few moments, the spirit of the old man who was lying on his back escaped from the top of his head, and his spirit slowly floated out of the meditation room and flew into the sky.

At this time, Yang Huaiping was like a spectator enjoying the scenery above the nine heavens, he vaguely heard the sound of fairy music and bells and drums from a long distance, and the wonderful and pleasant sound suddenly made Yang Huaiping fall into intoxication, and he was reluctant to leave at all, but he didn't notice that a dark cloud was quietly gathering above his head.

Yang Huaiping, who was immersed in fairy music, seemed to see countless beautiful fairies dancing, and the immortals were sitting in front of the table of wine, fruits and vegetables and talking about wine.

At this moment, a voice like rolling thunder reached Yang Huaiping's ears, "You kid, come down, it's dangerous!"

After hearing the shout of the old man with his back on his back, Yang Huaiping suddenly came back to his senses, and he felt a horror in his heart about to fly on the ground.

And at this moment, a thunderclap exploded in the dark clouds above Yang Huaiping's head, and he suddenly felt very frightened and uncomfortable in his heart.

At this time, the old man with his back on his back shouted again, "You kid, come down quickly, if your soul is destroyed by thunder and lightning, even if the Great Luo Immortal descends to earth, it will not be able to save you!"

As the voice of the old man with his back came into Yang Huaiping's ears, he suddenly shuddered and woke up.

Yang Huaiping's mind moved and began to fly to the ground, but he suddenly found that his spirit had become exhausted from this thunder, and he was unable to fly away from the dark clouds at all.

At this time, the dark clouds gathered above Yang Huaiping's head were full of thunder, and it seemed to be brewing a huge thunderclap.

The old man with his back on his back saw that something was wrong, and he shouted at the end of his chest with a white halo of light.

"Hurry!"

I saw that the ball of light with the white halo flew towards Huaiping in an instant, and the old man with his back seemed to be afraid of something, he shouted out, and after the word "disease", he quickly fled towards the ground.

And at this moment, a thunderbolt exploded from the top of Yang Huaiping's head, followed by many lightning bolts falling towards his divine soul.

Yang Huaiping was suddenly frightened, and just when Yang Huaiping felt that all thoughts were lost, a ball of light with a white halo instantly enveloped Yang Huaiping, and he suddenly felt like a fish about to suffocate being put into the water.

Between the lightning and flint, Yang Huaiping escaped from the dark clouds, but the thunder and lightning behind him were like maggots attached to the bones.

Yang Huaiping's mind moved, and his divine soul changed into countless butterflies and fled in all directions, and between the thunder and lightning behind him, a few butterflies disappeared in an instant.

In an instant, countless butterflies gathered into their original appearance in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Qianxun Tower, his spirit looked pale and weak at this time, Yang Huaiping slowly walked to the side of his body and slowly lay down.

At this time, the old man with his back squeaked and pushed open the door of the Scripture Pavilion, he paced to Yang Huaiping's side and sighed: "If you can't clear your heart and have few desires, how can you breastfeed and nourish your soul to achieve Jindan Dao, if the old man doesn't sacrifice his life to save you once, I'm afraid you will be in a place of no return this time."

The rickety old man took out a golden elixir from his arms and stuffed it into Yang Huaiping's mouth, and then he walked out of the Scripture Pavilion.