The huge Fang City, the crowd of people who come and go every day is tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, there are not only monks here, but also some merchants, and even ordinary people, who are mainly responsible for things like construction, in addition to the fireworks and grains in the world.

The monks are high, but there are also some people who are attached to the red dust, beautiful food, and delicious wine.

There are many restaurants, and there are many people, and there is no trace of war here.

At the end of the day, they are all people from the Momiji World, and their civilizations have something in common.

There are several main streets here, among which Panlong Street is one of them, and this is the dragon capital that has to be coiled, which means so.

A new shop appeared on Panlong Street, to be exact, it was a signboard, the shop was still the original one, before this was a pharmacy, but the owner of the pharmacy because of the pill in his hand went wrong, let people eat to death, and was beaten to death, and now this shop has been plated, perhaps because someone thinks that feng shui is not good, so the steward will put a hundred high-grade spars out at a low price.

Now this is the shop of the crow Taoist, and it also sells medicine, but surprisingly the medicine of the crow Taoist is surprisingly good, what incurable diseases, monks and mundane, those who come do not refuse, can be cured, so in just a few days, it has become a feng shui treasure land.

The person in charge only secretly called the evil sect, and then he didn't say anything.

However, the strange thing is that the crow Taoist always wears a mask, and the yin qi is very heavy, but whenever he gets close, it gives people an uncomfortable feeling, but there are still many people who come to ask for medicine.

Some people say that the Crow Daoist is an unborn predecessor, because his style of acting is not like today's young people at all, he is always silent, and his voice is hoarse, as if he has not spoken for hundreds of years.

Some people say that there are people who were born from the sacrifice, because there is a strong ghost here, like those who returned from the underworld, and the crow is always calling, and it is very unlucky.

These are the evaluations of the Crow Daoist, but this is not important, the important thing is that the elixir of the Crow Daoist is very magical, especially for injuries such as the divine soul, the medicinal effect is very rebellious.

However, the crow Taoist is very strange, always close the shop in the evening, and then go to the nearby drunken god building to listen to some tunes, where there are witch witches singing and dancing, the strange thing is that the crow Taoist people never stay overnight, and even don't look at those bewitching witches, just listen to the tunes.

The news about the Raven Daoist was sorted out and sent to a young man.

The young man's face was a little pale, and at this time he carefully read the news on the leather scroll, and then pondered.

He was served by several maids, each with a tray containing bowls of colorful potions, and a strange smell permeated the room.

"Where is the crow Daoist now?" the young man spoke, and at this time, there was a mist rolling in his shadow, and a vague figure appeared, and said in a deep voice: "Drunken God Building, still listening to music!"

When the young man heard this, he raised his eyebrows, "What a strange person, aren't those witches beautiful?"

The figure said: "All of them are superb, different from the women of our Star and Moon Realm, the breath of the women here is fascinating!"

The eyes of several maids behind the young man showed disgust, and the young man also said: "Be careful, don't be in the way, this is not comparable to the Star and Moon Realm!"

The figure said: "The villain's acacia technique is inseparable from this, which makes the young master smile!"

There was some helplessness between the words, he knew who his master was, but he was like this, which always made people feel weird.

The young man waved his hand: "Let's go, change clothes, let's go to the drunken god building too!"

Hearing this, the maids put down the tray in their hands, and each withdrew, and soon took a gorgeous costume for the young man to put on, the young man looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and laughed at himself: "It's a pity that I have a good skin, but I can't touch the woman!"

The acolytes all darkened, but they didn't say anything, and respectfully watched their masters leave.

After the young man left, one of the maids said, "Come on, beat those damned pharmacists to death, by the way, pour this poisonous liquid on them!"

Outside the house, several breaking winds sounded, and in a short time, several pharmacists died mysteriously.

Drunken God Building! Where drunken life and dreams die, some people buy drunk, some people buy laughter, and naturally some people sell wine and some people sell laughter!

The monk is far away from the red dust, and the love thread is cut off, but, how many people can do it?

There is a lot of trouble in the red dust, and there is a lot of ridiculous in the red dust, but some people are not separated from the troubles, and some people feel ridiculous.

There are nine floors in the drunken god building, one layer is a heavy sky, the first floor is the gathering place of the mortals, and the second floor is those foot merchants, some of them belong to the monks, some belong to the mundane, but they come here to talk about business. As for the next nine floors, except for the ninth floor, where there is an existence of Gong Shen Creation, the rest of the floors are the same as each other, they are all places of singing and dancing, only monks can enter here, the higher they go, the more strict the qualifications to enter, and not ordinary monks can enter, either spend a lot of money, or a famous town.

The young man came here, but he stopped at the fourth layer, he frowned slightly, this is not the best, with his identity, it is enough to go to the seventh layer, but now he appears here, and the reason is the crow Taoist in the distance.

He searched for a long time before he found the Crow Daoist, this place is very big!

The crow Taoist sat alone at the table at the edge of the crowd, the table beside him was empty, and there was no one around, only a crow on his shoulder, looking straight at the figure like a saint dancing in the distance.

The young man looked over, but saw the crow Taoist looking at the woman singing in the corner not far away, the woman was wearing a white veil, she didn't see her true face, and her eyes were closed, maybe she was blind, maybe she was intoxicated with her own world.

The young man waved his hand, and a mist wriggled in his shadow before vanishing.

He walked slowly, came to the crow Taoist, stopped and breathed, and saw that the crow Taoist didn't pay attention, but still looked at the woman who was singing, even the crow didn't pay attention, just stared at the dancing saint-like figure, he felt curious in his heart, it was really a strange combination, this crow's eyes showed human-like desire, it was really strange!

"Can you sit here?" the young man spoke, his voice was very good, and there was a sense of spirituality, and the crow glanced back, "Quack!"

The young man thought so, but the crow ignored it and turned his head.

However, the man turned around at this time, took off his cloak, and revealed his true face, to be exact, revealing his face with a ghost face, which looked terrifying, but the eyes under the mask were very peaceful.

The young man nodded, "Can you sit here?"

The Taoist nodded, "Please be seated!" Then he turned his head and continued to look at the singer with the white veil.

The young man also looked at it, but found that there was nothing outstanding, even the voice was average, in comparison, he preferred to see the woman on the stage, the dancing girl was indeed very beautiful, and there was a unique temperament on her body, like a flying fallen leaf, the dance was wonderful, like a poem, a sad poem.

But the young man withdrew his gaze, and then looked at the singer again, as if to hear something, but after a moment...... He shook his head.

"What can you see, sir?" said the young man.

"Nothing!" the young man saw that the Taoist said, and he didn't seem to have any temper, no arrogance, but responded directly, but still looked at the singer.

"What is that gentleman doing?" said the young man again, a little curious, for the man in front of him had made a name for himself in these days, and might be able to cure the root of his disease.

"I'm listening!" replied.

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Yes, Mr. is here to listen to music, not to see people!"

The Taoist turned his head with a smile in his eyes: "Something?"

The young man nodded: "If you are sick, you have come to ask for it!"

Daodao: "Then now!"

The young man said, "Mr. Influence!"

The Taoist did not deny it, but only answered softly. The young man heard the smell and said, "Why don't you change the day!"

But the Taoist said, "What if you don't survive tomorrow?"

When the young man heard this, his lips opened slightly, and he was stunned for a while before he said, "Then there is Mr. Lao!"

In his heart, he said that this person was really weird, but his temperament was honest and not annoying, and he was much better than those half-baked pharmacists.

However, Mu Ming interrupted his thoughts and spoke out loud: "The body of the Absolute Yin, if it is not treated, it may be that the cultivation will be exhausted in ten years, of course, if it can be cultivated to the One Realm, there will be nothing to do!"

The young man's expression moved, and the sorrow in the depths of his eyes finally dissipated.

"Sir, save me!" he clenched his fists and pleaded. But the Taoist said, "Tomorrow!"

The young man said, "Isn't Sir worried that I won't survive tomorrow?"

Daodao: "Don't worry now, you won't die tomorrow!"

The young man was speechless, but finally said: "Dare to ask Mr. by name!"

The Taoist didn't answer, but the crow croaked.

The young man didn't say anything anymore, just listened to the music, but this time he didn't look away, as if ...... Want to hear something.