The poem says;

The old spirit on the Sansheng Stone, don't talk about the moon and the wind.

I am ashamed that my lover visits each other, although the opposite sex exists forever in this life.

Yuehua was shocked at the beginning of the month, and his heart said; "This trick is really powerful, and I almost hit the trick." He began to recite the scriptures silently in his mouth, and when he fixed his spirit, he looked around.

There is not much furnishings in this house, it is neither luxurious nor leaky, it is very spacious, not cramped; Even if there is a little depression in the air, it does not affect its elegance and chic.

A faint fragrance of pine wood fills the body, as if returning to the true nature of nature; In the hollow carved window, there are spots of fine light, Yuehua heart said, the wind and rain outside are urgent, I don't know where this light comes from.

When he noticed it, it was a fresh and refined lotus lamp, exuding a faint blue glow. Yuehua knew it in her heart. At this time, there was an extra pot of magnolia ice flowers on the horns, which was very strange, and then looked closely, and under him was not a soft wooden bed, but a delicately carved and decorated Nanmu table, and a Taishi chair. Behind the chair, a four-cornered screen sits.

It is an antique silk woven from mulberry silk, on which a beautiful woman dressed in a blood-red dress, with her back to her, is shy and drooping, and the background of the picture is set off by lilac peony flowers, which occupies most of the picture, covering and dyeing layer by layer, the color is bright, delicate and lovely.

Looking around, the guqin stands in the corner, the bronze mirror is placed on the wooden dressing table, and the smoothie curtain in front of the window is bewitching by the wind at this time, like a thousand charming dancers, scratching their heads and making gestures, and the misty aroma in this room is emitted by the curtains and curtains; In this mysterious night atmosphere, more and more ghosts and madness, like such a clever body, as if to hook someone's soul easily!

When he wanted to see it again, he only felt ethereal and flexible, very depressed, and the heart-rending feeling made Yuehua extremely suffocated, he wanted to use mana to press it, but he never thought that the more it was like this, the more intense the feeling would be, and the pain would be unbearable.

Yuehua was a little scared, because he had never felt like this, thinking that he was enchanted, and there was nothing that frightened His Holiness more like this. It's just that the whole body is paralyzed, and when I look at the screen again, the portrait of the woman is long gone, leaving only an empty screen hanging high, as if I am fascinated and I don't know why.

Yuehua Xindao; "Strange thing, I have never been here, why is it so familiar", suddenly remembered Manzhu's words, it was really bizarre, I am not a monk, why did you push me into this house, but call me a monk...... After thinking about it for a long time, it is still unsolved; Wandering for a long time, but was attracted by a glass cup on the table, Yuehua said in her heart, this room is weirdly tight, everything must be careful, I don't know when there will be a lot of things, if it is not an idea, there must be demons.

Yuehua cheered up, stepped forward, and held the glass cup in her hand, and when she wanted to take a closer look, the smoke rose from the glass cup, faintly; "Yuehua, you're here, I've been waiting for you here for a long time......" followed by a burst of laughter; Yuehua watched intently. I didn't see anyone in private, but the evil aura around me did not decrease but increased, and there was a strange fragrance in this intensity, and this fragrance seemed to have been smelled from somewhere, but I couldn't tell where it came from, but it was not emitted by the curtain before, so I asked; "Your Excellency doesn't know who it is, whether you know Yuehua or not, if you are an old man, why don't you dare to show your true face? Sneaky, what a heart! ”

I only heard the man smile lightly; "Evil ghosts, all can still be chaotic, I don't know if you, a monk, can beat my ecstasy incense?" An old woman's voice mixed with a girl's voice frequently spread throughout the room, and then into Yuehua's ears, into the blood, into the heart; "Not good, Soul Sound!" Yuehua said in her heart, instantly closing the five senses, but it was to no avail, this room was like a place where the power was transformed, and no mana could be used here, even if it came out, it would be completely wiped out by the unknown power here.

The sound was endless, circling around the beam, adding a bit of weirdness to the original silence, and between the words, the full disgust began to condense, and the fog was mixed with the aroma of sorrow and resentment, the smell was like the smell of aged blood mixed with tulips, not disgusting, but fascinating.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, and then slowly digested, lingering around the moonlight for an endless period of time, making people maddened. The mist flipped faster and faster, wandering for a long time, endlessly, and gradually, in front of Yuehua's eyes, an old woman fell to the ground. Her face is furrowed, a long river of years flowing on her face, her skin turns yellow like the afterglow of the sunset, and her hunched back arches like a mountain ridge. The face is calloused, and the scorched markings are marked. After several ups and downs, the afterglow of the years has also been fragrant like water, and it has also been tender and charming. It's really like what the poem says; "After reading the bitterness of parting at the end of the world, I don't return, and the flowers are as promised. The bottom of the flowers looked at each other without saying a word, and the green window was twilight in spring. To tell the acacia lamp, a wisp of new love, a thousand wisps of old hatred. The most important thing is that the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan is a flowery tree. ”

Yuehua was a little surprised, and didn't dare to look closely, for fear of touching the old man's self-esteem. He quietly looked away. It's just that this old man Zhou is full of resentment, presumably not a demon, but like a red soul who is unwilling to be reincarnated. I wonder if the wind and rain will cease when Manshu says. It depends on my concentration, and I think this place and this old man have something to do with me.

Regrouped his strength, and wanted to ask what was going on, so he first gave a salute to the old woman and said; "In Xia Yuehua, I was previously stationed in Penglai Mountain, and when I first arrived in Baodi today, I don't know if I offended the honorable driver, and I hope to honor the sea." Yuehua finished speaking before slowly getting up.

The old man neither replied nor ignored it, still looking at him directly, with an evil expression, sneered, and then moved to Yuehua's eyes, which was so fast that even Yuehua was a little overwhelmed, and almost lost his senses.

The old woman stood on tiptoe, brought her face full of wounds and furrows and wrinkles to Yuehua, sniffed it, as if it were another delicious meal, and then exhaled on Yuehua's lips, the aroma was very strange, and it made people smell intoxicated. It's not like what an old woman should have.

Yuehua was displeased with this action, but out of respect, she did not dodge, the woman treated Yuehua differently, and only heard the old woman speak slowly; "My appearance, how many demons and monsters, ghosts and ghosts, were so frightened that they fled, and you were indifferent, and you are still the same? It's really the same as before, but I didn't expect that even if you change your appearance, the breath on your body has not changed, and it is still the same as before, which is both distressing and annoying. I don't know if Yue Huajun still likes the appearance of the old body today? After saying that, the old woman herself laughed first.

When Yuehua heard this, her internal organs seemed to be at a loss, and she said; "The juniors are abrupt!" wanted to continue to ask, but saw the old woman turn over and sit on the Taishi chair in front of her, and when Yuehua looked at it again;

The old woman had already turned into a girl, with a graceful figure, almost the same as in the painting.

Half-naked, a red dress mopping the floor, faintly, dark flower floating clothes, the pattern of the phoenix wearing a peony on the fragrant shoulder, extending to the whole body, and then look closely, the pattern on the skirt is not embroidery, but the tattoo on the body through the thin cicada wing dress revealed traces, fresh, enchanting, just like the other side of the flower after sucking the soul.

Yuehua looked past and saw it; "The red clothes cover the body, the jade neck is slender, the crisp chest is like white fat, the spring hatred is about the waist, the eyebrows and eyes are a little sorrowful, the cheeks are two lines of tears, the eyebrows are cinnabar, the lips are fragrant, the demeanor is light, the eyes are smiling, the water covers the fog, the charm is lovely, and the spring is swinging; Truly, yes; "Light Luo small fan white orchid, slender waist jade belt dancing veil. It is suspected that the fairy came down to earth, and looked back and smiled at Xinghua. "The Way of the Heart;" This woman seems to have been seen somewhere, how can I be so familiar! Yuehua was puzzled.

She exposed her snow-white arms and gently leaned on the table, her eyes were smiling, charming and affectionate, looking like Yuehua, and said softly; "I don't have time to talk to you here," said this, and pulled off the crested hairpin that was obliquely inserted on his head, and a wisp of green silk fell on his shoulder over the cheeks, which was really moving.

"You're Yuehua?" The woman asked, softly but sternly.

"It's down there, I don't know who your majesty is?" Yuehua asked in a deep voice, trying to put the doubts in her heart.

The woman smiled lightly and said"; I am the Lord of the Yellow Springs! You don't know it, but there's one thing you do! ”

"Meng Po?" As soon as she finished speaking, she was interrupted by Yuehua, it turned out that he was Meng Po, no wonder he was full of aura, not what he felt before, but what kind of resentment was left in the house, and his heart was confused.

"That's right, in this Yellow Spring, I don't know how many years ......" There was a slight thought between the words, and he didn't want to describe himself too much, and continued; The old owner of this crested hairpin will see you, I don't know if Yuehuajun is interested! The words had converged, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly froze, as if something was about to be broken.

"Crested hairpins?" Yuehua was puzzled, but with a little nervousness, because he didn't know who the owner of the crested hairpin in Meng Po's mouth was, and what kind of involvement he had with him.

"This crested hairpin, it was an old thing, I think it was left out by Yuehuajun in the past, and now it is picked up by me, I never thought that there was an elf sleeping on this crested hairpin, and it has not been lost for several years, and today it suddenly smelled that the old man was here, and specially entrusted me, begging to have a meeting with you, and from then on, it will be able to do this Zhuang fate!" That Meng Po looked at Yuehua playfully, her tone was a little slower, her eyes seemed to be perceiving everything, and it was like the voice of all things in this world, she couldn't escape her eyes, even the immortals above the Nine Heavens were no exception.

Yuehua was just quietly, quietly, he knew that this moment was extraordinary, and he had to ask the truth and make a decision. Jishou Road; "Dare to ask Meng Po, can you tell me directly?" Yuehua's tone was firm, and there was nothing wrong with Meng Po. From time to time, he played with the crested hairpin in his hand and smiled charmingly; "Why didn't Yue Huajun come and take a look at it in person?" As he spoke, he handed the crested hairpin in his hand to Yuehua.

Yuehua took a few steps forward, wanting to take the hairpin, but the smoke bypassed, and she felt that there was something wrong with this golden hairpin, but she couldn't say it, it was just too exquisite, not through the hands of a craftsman, but more like a real phoenix. How can the finishing touch be so realistic.

Yuehua was attracted by the aura attached to the golden hairpin, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, who knew that the golden hairpin unconsciously fell into his palm, and in an instant, it disappeared.

The moon is strange, then the fingers are clenched, suddenly, the clouds cover the sun, the cumulus clouds do not decrease, the yellow sand is all over the sky, the thunder and lightning flash, look at this scene, it will be pouring heavy rain, then hurriedly come to a place, the space is boundless, the fog is continuous, only a hut, there is a silk orchestra, faintly suffocating, fascinating, very strange, then go to the near place, a stone tablet stands in the center, on it is written the word "Gion", there is a cry, suspected that there is a woman hidden and after that, Yuehua is about to take a closer look, unfortunately the rain thunder, the scoop splashed down, wet the clothes belt, Yuehua Kou tightly hat, and this hat came from nowhere, Yuehua didn't think much about it, and wanted to go into the hut to avoid the rain, this push door, the heart was not good, but it was too late, as if it was another world......

As the poem says;

The heavy Zhu Hu is locked in gold, and the moon shadow of the screen window passes with the flowers.

Baochai Hengcui Phoenix, Thousand Miles of Fragrance Ping Dream. The clouds and rain have been desolate.

If you want to know what will happen next, listen to the next breakdown.