But on the Bianhe River, when Wu Xufei left, the woman who was leaning on Luo Huan's side asked, "Why didn't the master leave him?" Luo Huan turned his head sideways, gently stroked the woman's face with his hand, and chuckled, "What, do you see it?" The woman snorted delicately, and she didn't know whether she was annoyed or ashamed.

Luo Huan put his head on the woman's neck again, whispered, I don't know what to say, the woman's face was crimson, and she actually got her head into Luo Huan's arms in front of everyone. Luo Huan laughed, pulled another woman with one hand, and said to the old shopkeeper standing aside, "Just now in the bow of this boat, it will be counted as wine money and ship fare, you can order someone to write it and hang it on the bow of the boat." With that, he hugged the two women and flew to the painting boat next to him. Then, in the sound of music and laughter, the painting boat quickly disappeared into the night.

The boat immediately became noisy. Some scolded the lamas and monks for being shameless, some commented on the name of the Buddha that Wuxu and Luo Huan had just made, and some bluntly said that when the Red Turban Army overthrew the rule of the Mongols, these lamas would have to roll back to the snow-capped mountains with their tails between their legs...... More often than not, they continued to eat, drink, and talk.

However, the old shopkeeper, thinking about it, quietly instructed his subordinates to neatly transcribe the Buddha on the bow of the boat on a piece of silk and hang it in the cabin.

A man and two women in the private room, after Luo Huan made a fuss on the boat, there was no Yaxing to play. I went ashore, and when I came, I stopped in a carriage and went home. After getting out of the carriage, the porter opened the door, and the servants carried lamps and welcomed the three into the house. After the middle-aged woman walked into the door, she finally couldn't help but ask the middle-aged man, "Asambu, should we inform the Yangliu Nunnery next to it?" A few days ago, Rulan and Ruyue went to visit Master Jingxu and got a few bottles of Baicao Beauty Pills. ”

It turned out that this woman, surnamed Zhang Ruolan, was the eldest daughter of Zhang Yuanchang whom Wuxu met in the camp of river governance by the Yellow River that day. Since childhood, he has been calm and studious, and he looks like a flower, and when he is a little older, he has many relatives. This Ruolan only fell in love with the honest and honest Asambu from the Mongolian nationality. Zhang Yuanchang didn't allow it, but he was widowed in middle age, and there were only two baby daughters Zhang Ruolan and Zhang Ruoyue under his knees.

Speaking of this Asambu, it can be regarded as a prominent background, but the ancestor failed to compete for the throne and was implicated, so he has been hanging on to an idle position in the Imperial Academy, and he only accompanies his beloved wife to travel in the mountains and rivers every day, but he is also comfortable.

This young couple stayed in Dadu. Because Zhang Yuanchang was sent to the front line in Kaifeng a few days ago as a consolation envoy. Zhang Ruolan was worried about her father's safety, so she and Absang, together with her sister Zhang Ruoyue, traveled thousands of miles from the capital to Kaifeng. Because Kaifeng is already considered to be the front line of confrontation with the Red Turban Army, there are thieves outside the city from time to time, so in addition to occasionally strolling around the city, it is to go to the Yangliu Nunnery next to the mansion five or six miles. came and went, but he became familiar with the Qingxu master who presided over Yangliu'an.

On the Bianhe boat tonight, I heard that Luo Huan invited Wuxu to go to Yangliu Nunnery to pick flowers if no one was around, Zhao Ruolan kept thinking about it, and when she returned to the mansion, she saw that Ah Sanbu still didn't make a sound, so she couldn't help asking.

When Absang heard his beloved wife's words, his face was embarrassed, and he said hesitantly, "Do you think I don't want to help Yang Liu'an escape the catastrophe?" But you don't know the notoriety of Na Se Yama, a real monk, with high mana, perverse form, and killing people without blinking. If we get involved, if he finds any clues, I'm afraid that even the old man will be implicated. ”

Zhang Ruolan lowered her head and said, "These, why hasn't Ruolan thought about it? If you don't know, it's fine, but if you know, don't you still see death and don't save it, Hengzhi is just sending a subordinate to pass on a word." Asambu, bowed his head and thought about it, nodded ruthlessly, turned around, and was about to ask an old servant who would go out with him tonight to report to Yangliu'an. But he was shocked, "Where did this little girl Ruoyue go?"

Zhang Ruolan also hurriedly stopped, turned around to look, and immediately grabbed Asambu's hand anxiously, "Quick, Ruoyue must have gone to that Yangliu Nunnery." Find someone to stop her back!" Asambu asked the porter to make sure that Ruoyue had arrived at the door, so he ordered the porter to find a horse, then turned over and went straight to Yangliu'an to report the news.

While comforting Zhang Ruolan, who was so anxious that the six gods had no owner, Ah Sambu had to order someone to prepare a fast horse, and with two healthy servants, he chased in the direction of Yangliu'an.

These two places are only ten miles apart, Zhang Ruoyue rode a horse for a while, where can she catch up halfway? When she reached the gate of Yangliu'an, Ah Sanbu saw that the lights inside were shining, quiet and peaceful, so he had the courage to call Zhang Ruoyue's name outside. After a while, the door of the nunnery was opened, and the owner of the nunnery, Mrs. Qingxu, personally sent out Zhang Ruoyue, who was happy.

Asambu stepped forward and relayed the words of the Na Luo Huan Lama that he had just heard in Bianhe to Master Qingxu. Master Qingxu bowed her head and thanked her, and said, "Amitabha, thank you for coming to tell you. The little donor has also informed us of this matter. With that, Yun stood there lightly and nodded at Zhang Ruoyue.

Seeing this, Asambu didn't say much, and returned to Zhang's mansion with Zhang Ruoyue. At this moment, Zhang Yuanchang, who had just returned home, also knew about it, and was waiting in the hall with Zhang Ruolan, and was relieved to see that Zhang Ruoyue was intact, alive, and jubilant.

Zhang Ruoyue didn't care, she agreed with a smile, and finally said nonchalantly, "A lama scares you like this, no wonder the gods are difficult to save, and the Han people deserve to lose the world." In a word, the hall was silent. Zhang Yuanchang pinched his beard, looked at the embarrassed Asangbu next to him, and said to Zhang Ruoyue Zhengse, "Little girl, what do you know!

Zhang Ruolan, seeing that the atmosphere was abnormal, came out to play a round, and interjected, "Father, said that the middle-aged lama who was opposite the bow of the boat with Seyan Luo Huan is very similar to a lama that my father met on the bank of the Yellow River before?" ”

Zhang Ruolan originally wanted to change the topic and adjust the atmosphere, but when she saw Zhang Yuanchang say this, she stopped talking. On the contrary, Zhang Ruoyue asked curiously on the side, "Father, aren't you usually the most reluctant to deal with lamas?"

Zhang Yuanchang glared slightly, "What are you doing with all this?" ”

Zhang Ruoyue made a grimace and ran out with a smoke. Back in her room, Zhang Ruoyue closed the doors and windows tightly, carefully took out a roll of animal skins from her arms, lit the bronze lamp, and read intently, fascinated. After a long time, he woke up as if in a dream, then blew out the lights, climbed into bed, pulled down the bed, then crossed his legs together, closed his eyes, said something in his mouth, and put his hands in the shape of orchids and gently placed them on his laps.

After nearly an hour, a faint clear light suddenly appeared on his chest, and then these flickering clear lights gradually gathered together, forming a curved arc. In the middle of the night, the small curved arc seemed to be reflected in the light of the crescent moon in the sky, and became brighter and brighter, and finally it also turned into a crescent moon, emitting a cold light.

Suddenly, there was a soft sound, as if some secret door opened, Zhang Ruoyue opened her eyes, and saw a curved moon star light the length of her own palm appeared on her chest, and the curved moon light was receiving the moonlight at the moment, and a white light shot out from below, wrapping the roll of animal skin on the bed in front of her. There seemed to be something in the animal skin, although Zhang Ruoyue couldn't see it, but she intuitively felt that this animal skin was absorbing the Qinghui that was shooting in. After a while, I saw the scroll of animal skin, slowly rising into the air, and then countless white words of light floated out.

Zhang Ruoyue hurriedly followed the instructions of the masked woman sitting on the left hand side of Master Qingxu in Yangliu'an, opened her heart, and let those white glowing words rush towards her forehead.

It turned out that tonight, Zhang Ruoyue was more in love with the Qingxu master, and saw that her brother-in-law and sister were silent along the way, so she was at the door of the house, and after getting off the car, she ordered someone to find a fast horse and hurriedly rushed to Yangliu'an to report the news. After entering Yangliu Nunnery, he hurriedly told the Qingxu Shitai about the matter. Three women walked out of the inner room. Two nuns who looked like fairies out of the dust, a woman wearing a snow-white dress and a veil stood in the middle. The masked woman asked Zhang Ruoyue's name, age, and family history, then took out a roll of animal skins, passed on a few mantras, and told Zhang Ruoyue to go home and practice, and said that after some time, she would definitely come to Zhang Ruoyue, and if Zhang Ruoyue could know the exercises recorded in this animal skin, she would introduce it into the fairy gate and accept her as an apprentice.

The night passed, and the Yangliu Nunnery was quiet as usual, as if the color Yama Luo Huan had not come to do that obscene deed. And Zhang Ruoyue, sitting quietly on the bed for a night, waited for the moon to hide the rooster's crow, then slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, opened his eyes, and said to himself, "Mingyue Qingxin Quenching Body Skill?" couldn't help but smile slightly, "Last night, the lama used the moon as a song, and some twists and turns led to the Mingyue Qingxin Quenching Body Skill, and he is also known as Ruoyue, it seems that he really has a relationship with this bright moon." Maybe he's the reincarnation of a fairy on the bright moon, hehe. "Bianhe met by chance, called the police for righteousness, and finally got the fairy fate, and the joy in my heart is difficult to describe.

As the saying goes, although there is a bright moon song on the river, the warning signal is passed on quickly.

If there is no clear light in the chest, the fairy fate is ethereal.