The world of red dust, a fog, looking for the way to find me, thousands of miles, ask who is good, the wind road, is my future...

In the yellow sand, the bald monk in white pressed the play button in the mobile phone.

"I'm a monk, isn't it a bit inappropriate to have a BGM of 'Dao Dao Dao' at this time?"

"Amitabha, don't blame the Buddha!

Holding a bronze oil lamp in the shape of a lotus flower, Jielu walked in a chaotic drowsiness.

This kind of black and white, turbid and indistinguishable painting style has always been Director Xu's favorite. If there were a few more panicked and bizarre supporting roles, I would almost think that I would have arrived on the set of Director Xu. While walking, he complained about it.

The turbid yellow spring water flooded the boy's head.

Between the ups and downs, there are faintly visible unjust souls wailing in it.

Although the prefecture has not been opened for many years.

But now that the spiritual tide has returned, the order of the Three Realms has been resettled, although there are many unjust souls and evil ghosts still wandering in the world, and they can't go away. But there are also some ghosts, because they are not obsessed with staying in the world, they are attracted by the toughness of the underworld, and they are rushed to an inexplicable place along this yellow spring water.

"However, the bridge is broken, the yellow spring water is overflowing, and I don't know if Wangxiangtai is still there. Jielu held a lamp in his hand and crossed the Yellow Spring, without stopping under his feet.

In front of the strange ruin-like building, Jielu stood at the door, neither stepping into it nor knocking on it.

He just watched quietly.

Bang dang!

But the door slammed open.

The rows of lanterns all flickered with a strange red light, like the red eyes of a beast in the darkness.

"Since the monk is here, why don't you come in and take a seat?" The lazy voice had a hint of hoarseness as if he had just woken up from sleep, this voice was not bad, not necessarily pleasant, but it was sultry heartstrings.

But... This voice does not belong to Zhao Xiaoqi.

Jielu put the Buddha lamp into the wide sleeved robe and strode in.

With a clang, the door closed spontaneously again.

Powerful sounds, echoing in an open space, can easily have an intimidating effect.

The red yarn flew, blurring the line of sight and mist.

There is a beautiful woman in the bath with her white and slender fingers, gently rubbing the snow-white and delicate shoulder.

The long black hair, half hanging on the top of the head, half floating in the milky white pool water, each strand of hair is separated, with a spiritual charm, like a living thing.

Jielu walked to the edge of the bath, leaned over and sat on the edge of the pool, staring intently at the beauty bathing in the pool.

The beauty had a charming smile on half of her face, and she suddenly turned around and dived into the bottom of the pool, and then her delicate face appeared in front of Jielu.

The two men were face to face, less than half a foot apart.

"Little monk, what do you think of me? Didn't your master teach you not to look at insolence? It's a shame that you're still a monk, but I didn't expect you to be a pervert!" These seemingly harsh words, coming out of the mouth of this beauty, seem to be deliberately flirting, always giving people the illusion of wanting to refuse and welcome.

Jielu just watched, did not retreat, did not come closer.

Jielu looked at the delicate beauty in front of him, and there was only appreciation in his eyes, but there was no distraction.

He was innocent like a child.

"I once heard a story about one day, an old monk and a young monk traveled to the party, and they encountered a river on the way. I saw a woman who wanted to cross the river, but she didn't dare to do so. The old monk took the initiative to carry the woman across the river, then put down the woman and continued to hurry with the little monk. The little monk couldn't help muttering all the way, "What's wrong with Master?" How dare you carry a woman across the river? Walk all the way, think all the way, and finally can't help it, and say Master, have you broken the precepts? Why did you carry a woman? The old monk sighed and said, I have already let go, but you still can't let go!"

The beauty suddenly retracted her head, looked at Jielu with a smile and said, "I didn't expect that he was still a monk who had truly attained the Tao." It's just... I'm so beautiful, is it really just ordinary in your eyes?"

Jielu shook his head and said, "No, what the little monk wants to say is that you don't even show the donor, and the little monk can't lift it up at all." ”

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Anger, shame... A variety of emotions are intertwined on the face of the beauty.

Generally speaking, whether it is a monk or a layman, a Taoist or a Confucian, most people are sanctimonious on the surface, and only men and women are prostitutes in their stomachs.

But what's going on with this monk in front of you?

I actually said it directly... Unbearable?

What's more, isn't there a real aesthetic appreciation?

The so-called, after a long time, came out, still holding the pipa and half-covering his face.

Sometimes it is more tempting to not show it than to reveal it completely.

The real reason is that basically all men have always maintained a strong curiosity about women.

When covering the mountains and valleys, even if you know what will be under your clothes, you can't help but want to get closer and explore.

Thinking that you can conquer a man by stripping naked is really a shallow concept.

"The little monk is really humorous, how many years haven't you seen an interesting monk like you?"

"Last time... He was still a crazy monk, but unfortunately he was too dirty, and I was afraid that he would stain my pool of elixir, so I blasted him out. Now think about it... It's a pity, after all... There are too many boring people in this world, and there are many boring ghosts, and monks who are not boring are almost rare. The beauty got up from the pool.

Her full head of black hair appropriately blocked the vital points on her body, just like a very special black shirt, clinging to her delicate body, shining the snow-white skin even more dazzlingly.

"You are not Meng Po, who are you?" Jielu said a sentence, revealing a lot of information.

He wanted to spy on intelligence.

In any case, it was a very strange and strange thing for him to suddenly fall into the land of the underworld.

"Then little monk, how do you know that I am not Meng Po?" The beauty walked out of the pool, moved lightly with lotus steps, moved her slender snow-white legs, and quietly walked behind Jielu.

The slender and crystalline arms gently wrapped around Jielu's shoulders.

Even at a slight distance, Jielu could still feel the two lumps of abundance that touched his back.

Obviously... The size is staggering and it's full of elasticity.

The question of the precept was directly blocked.

His temptations yielded nothing.

"The Buddha lamp has no response, isn't it a demon?" thought to Jielu, and was about to turn back.

But he suddenly found that his whole body was stiff and couldn't move.

A thrust came from behind.

Jielu was pushed directly into the milky white, smoky pool of water.

Boom... ！

After entering the water, I realized that the depth of the pool was beyond imagination.

Jielu wanted to use his magic power to avoid water and escape from this pool.

But they found that the water in this pool was extremely heavy, and almost all supernatural powers were isolated and enclosed.

He was pulled to the bottom of the pool by an invisible pulling force.

But at this moment, a jade hand reached in from above the pool, crossed the distance directly, grabbed Jielu's bald head, and lifted him out of the pool.

Look at the beauty again, she has already put on a black gauze skirt, painted a bewitching makeup, and is looking at him with a cold face.

"Your past is not yours, your memories are not yours, even your soul... Nor is it your own. Your whole life doesn't belong to you. You're not human, who are you, or... What are you?" the beauty stared at Jielu and asked in a loud voice, as if she was guarding against something.