The lotus flower is gone, the day is gone, and everything is back to the way it was.

"You're my brother, why can't I come?" Yang Chan asked.

"I'm your brother, I said you can't come if you can't come! You give me to go back now, and stay in peace in your temple of the Virgin!" Yang Jian said in a commanding tone.

"I'm not going back!" Yang Chan turned her head and pointed the back of her head at Yang Jian.

"I'll let you go back!" Yang Jian was extremely angry and roared at Yang Chan.

Yang Chan was startled by Yang Jian's roar, and suddenly felt extremely aggrieved, and tears flowed down.

"What are you fierce!

Yang Jian saw his sister crying, a little at a loss, but he still pretended to be calm, but his tone was obviously much softened.

"This is not the place where you should come, you should go to heal the sick and save people, and be a Three Holy Mother who is admired by all the people!"

"Second brother, can you stop fighting all the time?" Yang Chan said with a sob.

"What a fight, this is a battle of life and death!" Yang Jian retorted excitedly.

"Then it's even more dangerous! What if you die!"

"Shut up! I, Yang Jian, will lose to a yellow-haired girl who has been cultivating for hundreds of years, it's a big joke in the world!"

Yang Chan turned her head and glanced at the yellow-haired girl in her brother's mouth, the four swords of Zhuxian were still hanging around Zilan at the moment, and she could feel a fierce murderous aura from a distance.

"What a powerful sword!" Yang Chan admired.

"The name of the sword is Zhu Xian, it is a gift from my teacher!" Zilan replied.

Yang Chan pointed at herself flatteredly, "Are you talking to me?"

Zilan nodded slightly.

"I'm really sorry that my brother has caused you trouble. Yang Chan bowed to Zilan and apologized, not caring at all about Yang Jian, whose face was getting more and more gloomy behind him.

Zilan glanced at the Baolian lantern in Yang Chan's hand, and then looked at Yang Chan.

"Er, is it the Lord of the Lotus Lamp?"

"Huh, what are you talking about?" Yang Chan was stunned.

"You're the owner of the Lotus Lamp?"

"Hmm. Yang Chan nodded.

"My teacher once said that the master of the Baolian lamp has the heart of a saint, and when I see the lotus flower into rain today, I know that what my teacher said is true!"

Yang Chan said shyly, "I don't have the heart of a saint, I am a little god of Huashan!"

"Do you know who the previous owner of this lamp was?"

"Did it have an owner before?" Yang Chan asked curiously, raising the Baolian Lantern in her hand.

"The Baolian lantern was originally made by Nuwa!"

"Nuwa Niangniang!" Yang Chan was slightly surprised.

Zilan sealed with one hand and withdrew the Zhuxian Sword Array, and the four swords of Zhuxian also disappeared and escaped into the void.

"Erlang God Yang Jian, since there is a Baolian Lantern Lord to intercede for you today, I will not pursue today's matter, but what you have done this time, I will truthfully present the Jade Emperor. ”

In the end, Zilan looked back at Yang Chan deeply, and led the Big Dipper Seven Star Monarch and hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers to leave the mouth of the Guanjiang River.

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A slave market in the world, people come and go, so it is not noisy.

The girl's ragged clothes and messy hair were curled up in a cramped corner, with a cross-shaped straw mark stuck in her head.

An old man walked up to her with a long, long beard on his face.

"Girl, are you selling yourself?"

"Hmm!"

"Why?"

"I don't want to die, I want to live, I want to live longer than everyone else!"

"That's not a good reason!" the old man with a long beard thought for a moment, shook his head and sighed.

"Do you want to buy me? I can do anything!" the girl gave the old man a begging look.

The old man sighed with the girl in his hand, and made trouble for himself, so he couldn't change his temperament.

"Don't you want me?" the girl glared at the old man with her big, clear eyes.

"Then you let me down!"

"No, no, no, what is the matter, you will be my apprentice in the future!"

"Do you have many apprentices?"

"Yes, hundreds. ”

"I'm going to outlive them all!"

"Why don't you compare yourself to me?"

"How old are you, you must have died earlier than me, don't worry, when you can't walk in the future, I will support you!"

The old man blew his beard angrily and glared.

"Can't you say something nice?"

"Yes, but I can't lie to you!" replied earnestly.

"Sooner or later, I'm going to be by you!"

"Where are we going?" the girl asked.

"Penglai!"

"Where's Penglai?"

"Tokai!"

"Is there a sea to the east?"

"Yes!"

"Ah, you can fly!"

"Can you slow down! I kind of want to throw up!"

The old man felt that he was going crazy, that he was really going to make trouble for himself.

"Are you going to give me a name? can't it always be you, me!"

"Just pick it up!" said the old man viciously.

"What, Zilan?" the wind was too strong, and a wonderful misunderstanding arose.

......

"Xiao Lan'er, why do you want to cultivate this too forgetful!"

"Only when you have no worries can you have eternal life!"

Subsequently, Zilan retreated for a hundred years and cultivated the method of forgetting love, which was known as the first genius of Taoism in 10,000 years.

"Er, is that my teacher?" Zilan looked at the old man in front of him, his beard was very long.

"Hehe!" the old man smiled.

"Er, it's my disciple?"

Zilan was silent.

"Xiao Lan'er, you have the heart of a saint, but you don't practice the way of a saint, there is only one person in the Three Realms like you, she may be able to help you, you may be able to help her!"

"Who?"

"Lord of the Lotus Lamp!"

......

The old man left Zilan with four swords, and he was stunned, turned away, and said something in his mouth.

"Er, it's my disciple?"

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Sun Wukong woke up and found himself in the mountains and forests.

Sun Wukong wandered in the forest for a long time, but he didn't see people, fish, insects, birds and beasts, so he went out of the forest, walked to a river, and saw an old man fishing.

He stepped forward and asked, "Uncle, I don't know where this is?"

"How do I know, monkey, if you want to ask me, I will ask you?" the old man did not look at the monkey, but stared intently at the float of his fishing rod.

The monkey fixed his eyes and said with a smile, "Old man, your hook is a straight hook, and you don't need bait, how can you catch a fish?"

The old man chuckled, "How do you know that I am fishing, besides, you have seen fish, insects, birds and beasts here?

"It's not fishing, so what are you doing?"

"Guess?"

"Are you waiting for Lao Sun?" asked Sun Wukong.

The old man shook his head, pointed to his fishing rod and said, "I guessed half right, I'm not waiting for you, I'm fishing for you, you see, I'm hooked." ”

The old man lifted the rod, and saw a monkey hooked at the hook, Sun Wukong took a closer look, but it was his appearance.

......

In the Imperial Horse Prison, Sun Wukong opened his eyes suddenly.

There was a white-haired old man sitting in front of him, who was the old man in Sun Wukong's dream, but this Sun Wukong seemed to see him for the first time, and he didn't remember the scene in the dream at all.

"Sun Wukong, you're awake. ”

"Who are you?"

"Who is Monkey King?"

The old man pinched his fingers, and his face changed suddenly.

"You said it's not Sun Wukong, so who are you?"

"My name is Qi Tian!"

"Nonsense!" the old man rebuked.

"Old man, you're looking for a fight!" Sun Wukong was furious and raised his golden hoop stick to smash at the old man.

The old man got up and dodged, and with a backhand spell, he disappeared.