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In March, the sky is getting dark, and the rain is falling.

A lonely figure walked slowly on the street, and unconsciously walked in front of a magnificent six-story ancient building.

"In the past, people have taken the yellow crane to go, and the yellow crane tower is vacant here.

The yellow crane is gone, and the white clouds are empty for thousands of years. ”

Suddenly there was a sound of poetry behind him,

Jiang Fan looked back, the man was dressed in a robe, and he was a young monk.

"It's an illusion again, in addition to an illusion or an illusion, the second layer of the evil tower is an illusion world, if the willpower is not firm, it really won't last long, maybe wake up from one illusion, and quickly sink into another illusion!"

The young monk had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, as beautiful as a crown of jade, and at this time he pointed to this ancient building with a smile on his face:

"The ancient building is called the "Yellow Crane Tower",

"Legend has it that this place was originally a wine inn opened by a Xin clan, and in order to thank her for the kindness of a thousand cups, a priest drew a crane on the wall before leaving, telling it to come down and dance to help the fun."

"Since then, there have been many customers and business has been prosperous,"

After another ten years, the Taoist priest returned, took the flute and played, and the Taoist priest stepped on the yellow crane and went straight to the clouds. ”

In order to commemorate the immortal who helped her get rich, Xin set up a building in his place and named it "Yellow Crane Tower". ”

And that Taoist Lu clan was called "Lu Zu", "

Jiang Fan smiled slightly and saluted,

"Brother Dao is here to take shelter from the rain," the monk smiled.

"I don't know. Jiang Fan shook his head and smiled,

"In this case, it is better to go up to this Yellow Crane Tower with Miao Miao, drink a cup of warm wine to ward off the cold, and you can also pass the time," the monk seemed to be unconcerned and smiled,

"High-rise buildings overlook, moonlight frost falls ......"

"The sun and the moon are long and long, so it is called immortality,"

"And the man ...... The morning is like green silk, the twilight turns into a thousand snows, life is too short,"

"But such a short life is also disturbing, not to mention cultivators like me,"

"We cultivators are like fish in a river, and the only way to break free from the shackles of the world is to jump out of the river, and what we are waiting for is either death or turning into birds."

In the sixth floor of the Yellow Crane Tower, the beautiful monk young man sighed with a wine glass in his hand, TV updates the fastest//

"But the birds are still in this sky," Jiang Fan thought for a moment and said,

The delicate monk was stunned, and then nodded with a wry smile,

"Miao Hao, who keeps saying that he is a monk, has now committed a drinking discipline," At this time, a coquettish reprimand came from outside the building,

Jiang Fan turned his head, at this time, a delicate woman was dressed in black yarn, stepped on a snake staff, and a silver hairpin coiled up, at this time she stared at this delicate monk with anger on her face,

"This benefactor ......"

"I'm your wife who hasn't passed through the door, you ruthless and unrighteous person, if it weren't for the disciples in the door who saw a few Buddhas from the "Bodhi Temple" enter Yangcheng, I wouldn't have known that you had come here,"

"Now you're still in the mood to chat with people here,"

"The people of Bodhi Temple?" the delicate monk changed color slightly,

"I knew that I was going to stop my father from sending you to the Buddha Temple that day, but now I see that you don't look like a monk or a person in the Demon Gate,"

"What a bastard!" the woman became, and the more she spoke, the angrier she became, and she stomped her foot in mid-air, and said with a bite of her silver teeth,

"You've been there all these years,"

"I heard that the old Buddha people of the Bodhi Temple have been chasing you for the past few years,"

"Daddy entrusted you with something that didn't work,"

"It's that I'm in trouble,"

"You say, what the hell did you do in Bodhi Temple?"

Monk Qingxiu smiled embarrassedly, and bowed to Jiang Fan again: "Today's Pingshui meeting and drinking with Brother Dao is really Miao Hao's luck, then Miao Miao said goodbye first,"

"Come with me, they're coming," said the black-gauzy woman anxiously,

In the blink of an eye, there was only Jiang Fan in the sixth-story ancient building, a pot of wine, and a crescent moon outside the window.

Jiang Fan shook his head, too lazy to think about it,

At this time, a few golden rays of light suddenly shot from a distance, which were particularly dazzling in the night, and there were more than a dozen monks and disciples sitting under the Yellow Crane Tower on the street.

The golden light gradually dissipated, revealing the figures of several old monks,

The first person was an old monk in his nineties, his face was full of wrinkles, his eyes were cloudy, and he stood on his chest with one hand and recited the phrase "Amitabha".

In an instant, there seemed to be a treasure blooming in the robe, and the clear light was sparkling.

At first glance, I know that he is a monk who has attained the Tao,

His cultivation has reached the realm of the high-level life mansion, and the cultivation of the three young monks behind him has also stepped into the realm of the life mansion.

Jiang Fan got up and bowed, and said, "I don't know what happened to all the fellow Daoists?"

"Poor Dao Bodhi Temple is miserable," the old monk was stunned and said,

"Have you seen a monk with a clear eyebrow," the old monk said slowly,

Jiang Fan only felt as if there were Buddhist scriptures echoing in his mind, and he fell into them if he was not careful.

"What a great monk,"

However, Jiang Fan's cultivation is the Imperial Sword Wind Riding Technique, and his divine sense is far superior to that of the same level.

He snorted coldly, and expelled the Buddha sound in his head, this old monk's action had already provoked Jiang Fan's dislike,

He glanced at the old monk before shaking his head and said, "No,"

The three young monks behind the old monk were suddenly startled,

"Such a powerful divine sense, and he is not more than six times the life of the mansion," even the old monk said in amazement in his heart,

"It's hard to be reckless, so since it's so bad, I'll leave first,"

After speaking, the old monk glanced at Jiang Fan as if he had a deep coat, and then saluted again, and then led the three young monks to drive away into the distance.

"The enlightened monk of the Bodhi Temple, the person of the Demon Sect, Miao Hao ......"

"What is the Demon Cult,"

"Why don't you say what is a demon?"

"The people of the Demon Sect, who are good at killing and cultivating evil arts, Taiyin Immortal Sect Taiyi Zhenren slaughtered his senior brother in anger, this is a demon,"

"Blood cultivation feeds on the flesh and blood of mortals, this is a demon,"

"But the righteous man's hands are not covered with blood, and the bones under the sword are full of bones,"

"Yes, the devil is not up to me,"

"It's just that so many people call them demons, and they become demons,"

"But it's none of my business,"

Jiang Fan muttered to himself, and at this time, the sound of "stepping" in the pavilion ladder came,

Although it is very slight, how can it be hidden from Jiang Fan's ears,

I saw a slender and beautiful girl coming inch by inch, she was dressed in a snow-white dress, her skin was like congealed fat, and her eyes were as clear as water.

The girl's ten fingers were slender, and her white hands were caressing a guqin, she glanced at Jiang Fan and smiled,

"Today's Yellow Crane Tower is really lively, if the Taoist friends don't dislike it, it's better for the concubine to play the piano as a Taoist friend,"

Jiang Fan put down the wine glass in his hand and hurriedly saluted,

The girl in the white dress looked soft, put down the guqin in her hand lightly, and sat cross-legged on the white felt.

She smiled, and her jade fingers flowed among the strings,

The sound of the piano is like a wisp of secluded spring in the deep stream of the high mountains, and like a drop of dew in the hibiscus falling on the surface of the water, with a slight ripple of water.

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