Outside the city of Texas, there is a temple on Yuhua Mountain.

In the dilapidated meditation room, a pretty nun sat cross-legged. Without the foil of hair, it can't stop the round and jade flow.

Sitting upright on the couch, my mind is back to that terrible era.

As she recalled, a picture slowly appeared in her mind-

In the silence and darkness of the night, the sound of horses' hooves was heard on the road. The people I saw had big "darts" on their chests and backs. The purple-clothed man in the center was carrying a heavy and wide wooden box on his shoulders. Others have a small black pennant with rust and white rust on the back shoulder......

Chapter 125 of "The Pearl of the Drunken Immortal Altar": The magic qin gradually falls, and escapes into the Buddha to relieve the hustle and bustle is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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