Liu Jingxun is not self-righteous, and there are very few people in the entire Posao Continent who know that Liu Jingxun is coming.

But the head of the Mokat knew it, but the other was not in the city of Modra.

On the way to the ferry port, a large mountain made of words blocked and cut off the Daguan Road, and then the small country had no choice but to bypass the mountain and build another road.

When the road was being built, it was originally planned to lean against the mountain peak, but every time the hoe fell, it was obviously mud and stones that were dug up, but what was scattered was words.

The words are also very simple, just three words, get away.

So nowadays, this strange mountain is given a name, called Rolling Word Mountain.

There was a middle-aged monk dressed in monk's robes, favoring his right shoulder, and hanging Buddhist beads. The eyebrows are so thick that they are all together. However, the monk is not bald, and has a finger of thick hair.

The middle-aged monk shook his head with a smile and said softly, "Guangjia, do you know that you are wrong?"

Someone in the mountains replied, "It's Guangga's arrogance, and Guangga knows it's wrong."

The middle-aged man nodded, recited the proverbs, and the mountains in front of him turned into dense words in an instant, and one article after another flew to the sky, and finally there was only one German character left, standing in front of the young monk.

He has been pressed under the mountain of articles for nearly six years, from having to read Confucian classics every day, to later taking the initiative to read books on his own, the young monk has changed greatly.

The head of the courtyard saw the clue at a glance, and then said with a smile: "Your Buddha fate is over, leave by yourself."

Guangjia raised his head, frowned, and said, "My Buddha can't tolerate Guangjia anymore?"

The middle-aged monk shook his head, "Whether it is tolerated or not, it doesn't matter what the Buddha said, you have the final say. The reason why there are no precepts in the temple is not that it does not practice the true Buddha, but that it is precisely the cultivation of the Buddha in the heart."

The middle-aged monk walked up to the young monk in an instant, raised his right hand and gently pressed his head, and smiled, "Why bother? Wherever you want, you can go. The ends of the earth are always on earth."

As soon as the words fell, the monk in front of him suddenly changed into a Confucian shirt, and at the same time grew a long hair.

Guang Jia raised his head and asked, "Disciple has one last question, why did he participate in the siege and killing of Fang Jian Immortal back then?"

The head of the courtyard smiled, "The beauty of adults."

Guangjia folded his hands and recited the Buddha's name, and then said, "The disciple is going to seek knowledge."

The Master nodded, "Let's do it."

Guangjia, who has become a young man in Confucian shirts, did not turn away or ride the clouds, but walked north.

This is 300,000 miles to kill the ferry, and Guangjia walks there,

The head of the Moke Academy stood up in an instant, and said indifferently, "The hell is always open, who will enter if I don't enter?"

The Yan family in Xiangcheng was originally one of the five great eunuchs of the Kushan Dynasty, and the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, although it is not in the territory of Guishan now, and it has also declined, but it is still equivalent to a top second-rate force.

A Po Sa continent full of temples. Almost every village has a place where you can turn the scriptures. The small one is only one zhang square, more than two zhang high, and the larger one is the kind of one that walks around for half an hour.

Most people don't eat what flies in the sky or swims in the water.

The monks are on the street and are extremely respected.

The Master of the Courtyard, who was still in the northeast direction a moment ago, arrived at this elephant city at this time.

There were a lot of pedestrians on the street, but this master didn't seem to have the slightest sense of existence, and no one could notice him at all.

The middle-aged monk walked to an abandoned mansion, a haunted mansion that had been abandoned here for many years.

There was a swordsman in the house, a female ghost in the Yellow Garden, who was stunned and didn't find anyone coming.

The closed door was like a curtain of water to him, and he walked through it with just one step.

After taking another step, the weeds on the ground slowly began to grow in a kind of reverse direction, slowly becoming tender green, and in a few breaths, they became grass sprouts. The monk didn't walk a few steps, and a huge mansion seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago.

A husband and wife stand together, the woman holding an infant child in her arms.

The husband and wife did not hide the doting look in their eyes, and getting a daughter is like a treasure.

The middle-aged monk turned his head, and the surrounding scene turned upside down. Where

And the harmony of Fang Cai? The man was cramped and skinned, and he only looked like a person. The woman was unclothed and had a dagger in her chest. The baby girl in swaddling clothes was picked up by a man in black and stepped out the door.

Out of the hall came a middle-aged man, holding a golden bead.

As soon as the middle-aged monk closed his eyes and opened them again, the abandoned mansion was still a deserted mansion.

He knew that the golden bead was a Buddha bone relic.

He sighed, "You can't live for your own wickedness!"

As soon as the words fell, the middle-aged monk crossed thousands of miles and landed fluttering in the Moke Courtyard.

The Chief Master had just finished speaking.

The master called a small novice and whispered, "I'm going to retreat, don't look for me when the sky falls." ……

In the East China Sea of Po Sazhou, where the Jingjia River enters the sea, in a small city called another city, there is a little girl who is making medicine, looking like she is a teenager, wearing a coarse cloth dress, barefoot, and tanned.

The little girl was an orphan, who had no relatives in the city, and she had been picked up from the sea by an old man. didn't have a surname, so he followed the old man's surname Cao, and gave him an extremely common name, called Cao Huahua.

It's a pity that the old man died very early, and now Cao Huahua has to rely on her own ideas to live.

The little girl is pounding medicine in a boat by the river, which is a craft she has learned with great difficulty, and she uses a white cloth dipped in the potion to stick it to the wound to remove scars. Of course, it's just a small scar, and a big scar is useless.

A white cloth dipped in potion sells for ten yuan, and she costs five yuan to buy the cloth, and three yuan to buy medicine, so a white cloth will earn two yuan.

But Cao Huahua spent a day to make forty or fifty servings, planing to eat and wear, and couldn't save much money, after all, now a piece of steamed bread costs two pennies, just a bowl of noodles, starting from the 14th Five-Year Plan.

There was an old man in a Confucian shirt who stood on the shore at some point, and there was a young man standing next to the old man.

The old man smiled at the little girl and asked, "Is it bitter?"

Cao Huahua turned her head violently, stunned slightly, and then continued to work on herself, only whispering, "It's not bitter."

The old man smiled again, walked to the boat, looked down at the herbs placed next to him, and said softly: "After this autumn, even the money grass has to be dried in the shade and then mashed, so that it can be used to remove scars a little, but it is still used for hot poisonous carbuncles."

The little girl turned her head curiously and said softly, "You know pharmacology?"

The old man nodded, "I'm a reader, so I know a little bit."

The old man straightened up, and suddenly his tone became sharp: "Want to have a full meal? Can you still be an immortal in the future and live forever?"

The little girl looked up sharply, and without the slightest hesitation, she nodded immediately.

"Yes, it's okay to be an immortal, it's good to be full."

The old man in the Confucian shirt nodded, and with a wave of his hand, there was an extra banana fan in his hand.

Handing over the banana fan, which was taller than the little girl, the old man said softly: "In this case, in the future, you Cao Huahua will be a Rakshasa girl, and you will protect the emperor with Yan Dui."

The old man in the Confucian shirt looked up at the sky and said with a smile, "Then there are already eleven people, and there is still one person missing, who should it be?" …………

In February, the second dragon raised its head, but Po Suozhou obviously did not say this.

A young man carrying a roast chicken swaggered into the haunted mansion, ignoring the murderous eyes of the pedestrians on the street.

There are indeed ghosts in the haunted house, but the ghost is not the owner of the house, just a wild ghost who occupies the magpie's nest, and the female ghost dies early, so looking at the young, twenty-something-year-old appearance, it is not good-looking, nor ugly, and the appearance is decent.

After two months of getting along, the female ghost Pa Nuo felt that she was friends with that Gu Nianyu.

Seeing that guy coming back with a roast chicken, Pa Nuo couldn't believe it.

She raised her hand and pointed at Gu Yijue and asked, "Gu Nianyu! You're fat, aren't you? Dare to eat birds in Xiangcheng without fear of being beaten to death?"

Gu Yijue tore off a chicken leg with his hand, and gave the rest to the female ghost.

"Since someone sells it, it means that it is not illegal. Besides, I didn't tell you I was special

Can you fight? Isn't the master of the Yan family in Xiangcheng also a cultivator, I'll kill him, it's like a joke."

Pa Nuo pouted, "Dead catfish, you're such a liar! It's just one realm higher than me, and people who are dozens of years old are only in the realm of concentrating, and they still want to refine the void? You can blow it hard and see if you can fool me."

Gu Yijue smiled and said honestly: "I'm not just a few dozen years old, I've already passed a thousand years old."

Pa Nuo gnawed on the chicken butt, rolled her eyes vigorously, and said in her heart, I really am a stupid girl? I'm dead, but you're trying to fool the ghost? Take the roast chicken to cheat? Don't take the female ghost of the Yellow Court too seriously, right? Chinese Net

Gu Yijue smiled and said softly: "When I was buying roast chicken, I heard a story about a woman a hundred years ago, I heard that she ran away from marriage, and then she was sunk into the river and drowned."

He smiled, looked at Pa Nuo, and said softly, "You seem to be a water ghost?"

Pa Nuo's face was expressionless and continued to nibble on the roast chicken.

Gu Yijue didn't go to uncover the woman's scars, she has been here for so long, how could she not inquire about this little thing.

When Gu Yijue arrived in Xiangcheng, it was still early, and it happened to be the New Year.

Inside the city, it was called a song and dance, and the fireworks lit up half of the sky, and it was extremely lively, as if the lord of the city was very good to the people.

At that time, he was still wondering, he wondered if the mountain owner had found the wrong person?

It wasn't until later that I met this female ghost who secretly lived in the Wang family's mansion and only had the realm of Huangting.

She said a word, the elephant city before dark and the elephant city after dark, those are two worlds. The City Lord's Mansion in the eyes of the common people and the real City Lord's Mansion are also two different things.

At the same time, three figures fell into the Elephant City.

Yao Fangniu said softly, "What to do first and then what to do? Or do you just kill the door and destroy the door?"

Of course, he deliberately teased Liu Jingxun, and he was afraid that he would not be able to do it.

Liu Jingxun looked up at the City Lord's Mansion in the distance, and said softly, "Don't worry, isn't February 15 the Young City Lord's wedding?" Let's wait and have a feast."

Jiang Yu smiled: "Eat and listen to the master, I'm good at this!"

Liu Jingxun turned her head to look, and the girl immediately closed her mouth.

Yao Fangniu said, "Do you also need to know the cause and effect?"

Liu Jingxun shook his head, "No."