When dangdang, the morning wind blew the bell again, Ye Sanniang's twenty-three years of life came to an abrupt end, the monks and nuns of Mingyue Temple made their own moves, the sky was just bright, and there was one less person in this world.

There is no witch in the south of the Yangtze River, and the witch has become a Buddha under the Bodhi tree. Whether happy or sad, everything is not important, everything has turned into this breeze all over the mountains.

In the temple, at the end of the courtyard piece of Arhat bamboo, a simple tea house, hung an indifferent and elegant plaque, which reads: Look back, three big characters in seal. The handwriting is stable and calm, like the fireworks of this temple, not fighting, not angry, not plague or fire.

The interior of this tea house, which is made of bamboo fence paper paste, is very simple......

"The Funeral Knife" Volume 1: Returning to the People on a Snowy Night Chapter 121 A Foolish God and Ni Are Hitting in the Hand, Please Wait a Moment,

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