Two years later.

In the Huangmei season, it rains at home, and the grass pond is full of frogs.

Li Jing of the Tang Dynasty defeated Fu Gongyou, who raised troops, and the military disaster in Jiangnan finally went, and tranquility was restored.

In the May season, the cicadas chirp bursts, the sun is shining, the drizzle is gently falling, outside the city of Wuzhou, on the site of Lanruo Temple, a small temple has been erected again, and Lanruo Temple is also called, but the scale is not as big as the original.

Compared with the original barren and dilapidated Lanruo Temple, although the current Lanruo Temple is small, but the incense is prosperous, some people are rumored to pray in the Lanruo Temple is very effective, in this era of military disasters and chaos, many villagers around will come here to burn incense and worship the Buddha, pray for the blessing of the Buddha.

In the slanting wind and drizzle, Wu Jinfa's blessed body got off the carriage and looked at the three gilded characters of "Lanruo Temple" at the entrance of the temple.

"Wu Dazhong is ......"

"Lord Kure......"

The pilgrims who came to the incense and sheltered from the rain saluted Wu one after another, Wu Jin returned the salute with a smile, expelled Fu Gongyou, Jiangnan returned to the rule of the Tang Dynasty, and in March this year, the Tianjia set up a post in each state, in charge of various characters in the state, as well as rank, clan prestige......

With the scenery of the past two years, Wu Jin has overwhelmed many heads of the family and won this position, and the scenery is unparalleled for a while.

Some pilgrims laughed and talked about whether Wu Jin had worshiped the god of fortune in the past two years, not only the official luck was prosperous, but the financial luck was also vigorous, and even the body was blessed, and I heard that he also accepted a few concubines.

Someone laughed and replied that this Wu Jin worshiped the Buddha of Lanruo Temple, was blessed, and now he is here to repay his wishes.

Wu Jin smiled and said nothing, only he knew that he had taken the noble man's downwind boat, entered the Lanruo Temple, and first saw a pond, in which a few wild lotus, with buds to be released, slim and elegant, straight towards the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

"The donor is here, please come with me......"

A little monk saluted Wu and led Wu Jin to the back. There are only four or five monks in Lanruo Temple, and there is only one Buddhist hall in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, behind which are several meditation rooms and a few vegetable patches.

A delicate girl in red came out of it, Wan Ting walked by, the elegant and pleasant bell sound floated in, Wu Jin glanced at the girl, and was secretly surprised, when did this Wuzhou City have such a beautiful little girl?

The girl seemed to notice Wu Jin's gaze, looked back and smiled, the giggles were not stopped, and the person had disappeared.

Wu Jin rubbed his eyes, where is there any glamorous little lady, could it be that she is hallucinating?

"Donor, donor......"

The little monk shouted twice and called Wu Jin back to his senses, "Donor, the host is already inside......"

"Oh, oh, Zhilu said......"

Wu Jin looked around unwillingly, and he was amused in his heart, he must have been dazzled, in two years, he will be forty years old, old, and the years are not forgiving!

Pushing open the door of the meditation room, Wu Jin looked inside, and there were a few more people in the empty meditation room in the past, and Wu Jin couldn't help but be surprised.

An iceberg-like woman, with a white veil covering her face, and her graceful posture, she is expected to be a peerless beauty.

On the chair sat a young man, with a sickly white face, shaking a folding fan.

On the opposite side is a handsome white-shirted scholar, leaning on a woman next to him, this woman Wu Jin knows each other, and once had a relationship, Xie Yanran, the first prostitute in Jiangnan.

On the upper left is a middle-aged man, dressed in green clothes, wearing a jade crown, with a handsome face and excellent maintenance, as if the years have not left traces on his body.

This person Wu Jin naturally didn't know him, and after being slightly surprised, he closed the door and saluted to the old monk sitting cross-legged on the bed, "Master......"

He clenched his fist at the middle-aged man again, "Master Chen, long time no see!"

"Lord Wu, I haven't seen you for a long time, I'm getting richer and richer!" Chen Qinglong returned the salute and smiled.

"Where, where, it is still the blessing of the owner of the village!"

Wu Jin looked at a few people around him, "Who are these people?"

"Oh, a few friends, Lord Wu, look ......"

Chen Qinglong pointed to the right, Wu Jin looked at it suspiciously, there was nothing, turned around, a burst of smoke blew, and Wu Jin fainted.

Chen Qinglong held Wu Jin, put it aside, and patted his upright belly, "Damn, this dead pig is really heavy, it's a coincidence that he came to ...... at this time."

"You should be glad that Jin Ling'er didn't hook his soul just now!" Ying Geye glanced at Wu Jin.

Chen Qinglong shook his head slightly, "I really didn't expect Jin Ling'er to be one of the six realms of Hehuandao, what a demon girl." ”

"Hehuan Dao picks yang and replenishes yin, exquisite charm, and Yuxian Dao has always been wrong, many of their disciples are in the worldly red dust, nothing strange, Jin Ling'er has always suspected that the fairy fate of the old demon of Montenegro was obtained by me, so ......"

Ying Ge Ye didn't say any more, shook the folding fan, smiled slightly, and turned his gaze to Shi Zhixuan, "If you cultivate demonic skills, your qualifications are not below me, I can lead you to the beginning, how about it? As for your lady, she has no Dao roots, and can only be a mortal for a lifetime." ”

"Thank you, young master, Yanran and I really love each other, a mortal is a mortal, and we want to live at ease. ”

Shi Zhixuan clenched Xie Yanran's hand, smiled gently, and looked at the cold woman in white, "Princess, you are also out of trouble, and my husband and wife will not stay long." ”

Shi Zhixuan got up, looked at the old monk on the bed, and saluted, "Du Shuai, take care!"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" the old monk pronounced the Buddha's name.

Shi Zhixuan and Xie Yanran both left, dressed in white and dressed in white skirts, like fairy couples, so uncomfortable.

"This person is set to enter my Demon Gate!" Ying Geye glanced at Shi Zhixuan, who was leaving, shook the folding fan, stood up, and looked at Chen Qinglong, "You don't follow me to get started?" Ning Wushuang is already in the realm of Qi Transformation, and his foundation is solid, and he will definitely be able to break through after this retreat. ”

"Hehe, the young master of Yingge is kind, Qinglong's heart is understood, there are ties in the world, there are old and young in the family, when I see through the red dust, I will naturally look for the young master of Yingge. ”

Chen Qinglong shook his head and rejected Yinggeye's kindness.

"That's it, everyone envies the gods, but you are greedy for Hongchen, and when Hongchen has nothing to love, you can come to me and let you get started. ”

Shaking the folding fan, Yingge Ye stepped out of the night in one step, the second step was already 100 meters away, and the third step disappeared!

The means of the land immortals.

"Ning Gongzi's great kindness, Xiu Ning can't repay it, since Ning Gongzi has already left, Xiu Ning should also go! Du Fuwei, take care. ”

"There is no more Du Fuwei in the world, he is dead, only the old monk breaks the dust, the world is big, a small temple is enough for home, but I don't know where the princess's home is?"

"The red dust has been broken, the immortal fate is not over, I will become a monk in Yuxian Dao, and I will never enter the red dust from now on!" Li Xiuning's words were filled with infinite disappointment and sadness, and he drifted away.

"Walking, scattering, fate coming and going, how can the red dust be broken? Qinglong, why refuse the Yingge donor for the sake of the old monk?"

Chen Qinglong got up and bowed respectfully to the old monk, "The marshal treats me like a mountain, I fled back to Jiangnan and wanted to unite the young marshal to raise troops, but now, now the marshal is a monk here, and Qinglong should serve him to repay the kindness of the marshal!"

"Amitabha, when is the grievance, you saved me from Chang'an, I have repaid the kindness, you go, the old monk has often sat under the Buddha lamp since then, reciting the Sutra of Death for the dead soldiers. ”

Chen Qinglong sighed lightly, picked up Wu Jin, walked out of the meditation room, and walked away.

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