Tomorrow I will start writing about the night.

However, when the flames were about to engulf the entire space of the hut.

Suddenly, a frenzied wind blew all around.

Visions of heaven and earth, clear skies, dark clouds covering the sky.

"Huhuhuhu......" The entire Langke Temple was shrouded in strong winds.

Many disciples scratched their ears and cheeks without understanding.

Northwest thatched huts.

"Master, this wind blows so evilly! You see it wants to blow out the fire. The little monk Tongyin said.

"Haotian, aren't you even willing to give my junior brother's burial place?" Master Qishan looked at the fire that was gradually extinguishing, and for the first time his kind face showed anger, he looked at the sky angrily and asked.

"Tongyin, continue to light the fire. I want to see if this Haotian really doesn't give my junior brother a place to be buried. After waiting for the flames to be completely extinguished, he said to his apprentice beside him again.

"Okay."

Soon, the extinguished fire burned again.

But compared to the last time, this time the flames were cursed.

"Light the fire of your yarn. Who ordered it? Do you want to kill me? A voice came from inside the flames.

Soon, a monk in a white robe came out of the fire, and with every step he took, the fire dispersed on its own.

This monk is none other than Ye Fan, who has just come to the world of "Jiang Ye".

"Bad luck, bad luck." Ye Fan looked at the scorched monk's robe, his face flushed, and cursed

Ye Fan's appearance made the little monk Tongyin blindfolded, he hurriedly rubbed his eyes, what the hell?

Still hallucinating.

"Tiny ...... Uncle Junior? Tong Yin looked at the monk who stepped out of the flames and asked.

"Little bald, are you trying to murder me?" Ye Fan, who asked with a scorched body on his body, stared at the little bald head and asked.

Ye Fan's inquiry made the little bald head scream again and again in an instant, hugged his master, and shouted.

"Ahh

"Blow up your sister." Ye Fan was speechless.

"Uncle Xiao, if you die, you will die, why do you want to come out to scare me."

"Dead wool, go and find me a set of clothes, this set of white mourning clothes looks uncomfortable." Ye Fan said.

The little bald head was in the sun, and left with a shiny head.

"Senior brother." The resurrection of Ke Haoran (Ye Fan) shocked the abbots of the Qishan faction.

"Abbot of Qishan." Ye Fan patted the dusty clothes on his body, glanced at the big bald monk in front of him, and said.

"You are, you are...... How to ......" Abbot Qishan pointed to Dahei's charred coffin for a while, and pointed to Ye Fan for a while and stammered and asked, and finally he thought of a thought and said, "Did you break through?" ”

"No, I just can't sleep in the coffin, so I get up and walk." Ye Fan shook his hard neck and said

“。。。” Qishan looked at the junior brother who really didn't have any cultivation in his body, and was silent.

"Feelings, you don't like this coffin, then you say, where to put your hands and feet, you tell me, I will personally help you revise and revise." The abbot of Qishan pinched the Buddha beads in his hand and said.

"No, I don't have time to sleep right now!" Ye Fan glanced up at the sky.

"Alas, this world is really chaotic!" Ye Fan muttered softly.

Soon, the Qizi generation, who had obviously passed away, the sweeping monk, Ye Fan.

The news of his resurrection in the fire swept away without telling him, and swept through the entire Rotten Ke Temple.

Time, 3 days in a flash.

In the past 3 days, in addition to sweeping the floor every day, Ye Fan is familiar with the laws of heaven and earth in this world.

And I know the timeline of this world, just in the fourteenth year of the Tang Empire's Apocalypse, the end of summer and the autumn solstice.

Ning Que left Yanbei and entered the test of the wasteland. Looking for the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, the time to meet Moshan Mountain.

And, in other words: Tang is the country of the Tang people, and it is the largest and strongest empire in "Jiang Ye".

As for Ning Que, he was the original lucky one in this world, the protagonist.

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Today Xiaoshu has a cold and dizziness and does not update. For those of you who are reading this, please take a day off.

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