"Witchcraft!" "Evil Magic!" the thought crossed everyone's minds.

"Brother Xu, Brother Xu?" A middle-aged scribe-looking man stepped forward boldly, touched the heart of the Angzang Han, and suddenly his lips trembled, "He's dead!"

There was a choking sound of swords being drawn in the room.

"Don't be impulsive, everyone!" the middle-aged scribe stopped the group of friends, glanced at the young man who continued to raise the altar to drink with a slanted face, and said slowly, "Let's take Brother Xu's body out first." ”

The middle-aged scribe was quite prestigious, and although the people in the rivers and lakes were dissatisfied, they did not object, and the two of them walked out to lift Xu Fan's body, and the group retreated silently.

At this time, the shopkeeper and the man were already so frightened that their legs trembled.

"Where's the wine?" cried the boy as he slapped the table.

The guys woke up like a dream, and the two warfronts continued to move wine.

The shopkeeper wanted to sneak out and report to the official, but he was slumped in his chair and couldn't stand up, and the guys were all asked to carry the wine, so they had to give up.

The wine of the mortal world can't get drunk with immortals.

Qin Yan wanted to get drunk but couldn't.

If you get drunk, close your eyes and fall asleep, and recall her face, that absurd night, you have touched her silk-smooth skin, and your fingers roam every inch of her body, that time scene is better than countless in the world. Even if you don't wake up, what's the matter?

But he couldn't get drunk, and he couldn't close his eyes.

As long as his eyelids were closed, in the darkness were the two fingers of the immovable real person, as well as the overwhelming sword qi that struck the sky, making his soul out of his body and his heart palpitating.

He hadn't slept for two days and one night.

The old face of the real person who did not move was still looming in the darkness, like a nightmare.

Qin Yan used all kinds of supernatural powers, chanting spells, and meditating, but he couldn't wave that old face out of his mind.

So he had to sit here and drink bitterly.

Drinking alcohol is also useless. But through this process, you can finally anesthetize yourself psychologically and reach a situation that seems like a dream but not a dream.

Try to close your eyes again, and those sword qi seem to have really dispersed.

There was silence in the darkness, just like myself at this moment, endless emptiness and confusion.

He laughed: "If you don't move a real person, you are nothing more than that!"

I was about to refill the drink, but I reached out and touched the air. He said angrily, "Where's the wine?"

The young man replied tremblingly: "There is no wine in the cellar anymore......"

"No more alcohol?

Qin Yan stood up, and the guy collapsed to the ground in fright.

Qin Yan strode out.

The shopkeeper shouted, "Guest, your sword!"

Qin Yan stopped suddenly, looked at the untouched Qing Ying Sword on the counter, and said coldly, "Does it seem that I am a person whose words don't count?"

The shopkeeper broke out in a cold sweat and shook his head again and again.

"This sword is worth the money for wine. ”

Under the frightened gaze of the shopkeeper, Qin Yan went out alone.

After the cold wind blew at night, he seemed to be really drunk. Staggering and staggering.

Walking through the streets and alleys, being evaded and cursed by pedestrians, wandering aimlessly.

The longing for Yu Hanyan, the hatred for the immovable real person, and the pain of being betrayed all came to my heart.

From now on, I'll be the only one left!

Could it be that I am also destined to commit a lonely star, destined to die without a companion and be lonely for a lifetime?

The laughter of the woman in the hook bar was faintly heard.

Who hummed in the night mist, sometimes calm and sometimes meandering. Passers-by are always drunk or dreaming......

The dust settles, and the flowers bloom fruitlessly?

Bah!

If you don't move the real person, you will die before me!

Qin Yan smashed out his fist, embedded in the wall with a bang, and lowered his head and vomited.

Pungent smell of alcohol.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air in the wind.

A handful of dark greens swooped over in the night. There were dozens of other footsteps, surrounded from all sides. The sword reflected the moonlight, and the cold fluttered at the drunken man.

Qin Yan's eyes were hazy, but he didn't want to wake up from this drunkenness. Dark Qingzi hit the back, and he didn't dodge.

The man who sent the secret weapon cried out in surprise: "Traitor, die!"

However, a sudden burst of golden light choked his surprise, and the scene he saw afterwards made him even more dumbfounded, forgetting his next move.

Eight lotus petals swirl around the boy!

The lotus petals are shining with golden light, enveloping Qin Yan inside, exuding bursts of kindness, grandeur, and grandeur, accompanied by the faint chanting of Sanskrit sounds, looking from a distance, it is like a Buddha descending.

The five people who killed Qin Yan's side were all stunned.

The middle-aged scribe at the head said in a deep voice: "This is a demon law, don't be confused by him!" He took the lead and hit the judge's pen out, hitting Jin Lian, making a sonorous sound, shaking his arm numb, but it did not cause any ripples in Jin Lian.

"Bodhisattva! It's the Bodhisattva who has descended to earth!" shouted from the crowd, and several people knelt down. The others hurriedly threw away their swords and knelt down and prostrate.

The middle-aged scribe was in a hurry, and shouted, "Don't panic, everyone, it's just an illusion!" However, he looked left and right, and even his closest friends hesitated to squat down. After a change in his face, he also dropped the judge's pen and bowed down.

"Knock knock!" his forehead slammed into the gravel floor, and soon blood was seen. The middle-aged scribe kowtowed three times in a row, and shouted in his mouth: "The disciple has eyes but no beads, and he doesn't know that the Bodhisattva is coming, so he collides with the Bodhisattva, and begs the Bodhisattva to forgive his sins!"

When the rest of the people heard this, they also hurriedly asked the Bodhisattva for forgiveness.

But the Bodhisattva held on to the wall and did not respond.

After a while, Qin Yan spit out all the wine in his stomach, although he felt a little tired, he was also a little sober.

Only then did he hear the noisy voices behind him, and when he looked back, he was kneeling in a large area, all shouting about the Bodhisattva's great compassion and other words, and when they were mixed together, they buzzed like a swarm of flies, which made people annoyed.

"What are you doing?" When he asked this question, Qin Yan came to his senses completely, and quickly guessed the reason why these people were kneeling here. But he was not in the mood to deal with these people, and without waiting for the middle-aged scribe in front of him to finish speaking, he waved his right hand, Ye Shangqiu showed his sheath, and in front of him, he stepped forward and flew into the clouds.

"The Bodhisattva has ascended to heaven!"

"Congratulations to the Bodhisattva!"

"Congratulations to the Bodhisattva!" the crowd shouted in fear.

A few days later, there was a legend in the local area: Xu Fan, the little overlord of Jiangzhou, was ignited by Guanyin Bodhisattva, and he soared in the daytime, and his fortune was immeasurable, and he finally achieved positive results.

Then, this miraculous thing spread more and more with a nose and eyes: that Xu Fan turned out to be the reincarnation of a good man in the tenth world, and he should become an immortal in this life.

Hundreds of local people agreed with this statement, and they all said that they had seen the Bodhisattva fly away with Xu Fan, and the twelve lotus platforms under the seat were shining with golden light, heading straight to the western sky. There was also a head guarantee from the shopkeeper of the wine shop, saying that the Bodhisattva had incarnated as a handsome and beautiful young man, drinking hundreds of jars in his shop, and giving him the blessing of a sword. The process of the Bodhisattva's ignition of Xu Fan also took place in his hotel. Even the appearance of the Bodhisattva's incarnation of a young man, the shopkeeper said that it was very good, and even asked the painter to draw it down for people to admire. The good deeds went to see it, and when they saw that there was really a sword that had never been seen for eternity, they couldn't help but believe it.

This is just a mysterious story, and people just need to listen to it. However, Jiang Hailiu, a well-known local "white-clothed showman", also echoed the shopkeeper's statement, and said that the Bodhisattva had left an edict before leaving, to build a Guanyin temple, and the incense was continuous, so as to ensure the safety of the county for a hundred years. Starting from him, people responded to the call, and with money and strength, the Guanyin Temple was quickly built. In addition to worshiping the Bodhisattva, there is also the god seat of the little overlord Xu Fan in the temple, and it is rumored that he has been selected by the Bodhisattva as the protector of the lotus and has also become a famous and surnamed immortal.