Ascending, Do Not Disturb

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The reaction of the other party was too strong. I watched the purple eyes of the women in the purple dress, and the four monks behind her seemed to find the joy of life, and took a step back. Miao Zong stepped forward and stopped behind him. "What are you doing?"

"Yu Xianzi, the five of us are the disciples of the auspicious pavilion. Today we can see the fairy gods forget the shape, please forgive me." After the ecstasy, Ge towel realized that his reaction was too intense, and he explained: "Because the disciples have recently When you encounter a difficult thing, there is no way to help..."

"The teacher's sister said that it is so happy to meet the fairy." Hong Ling ran to the side of the Ge towel, pulled her sleeves, and bowed to the court. "I have seen the fairy and the fairy." Integrity, even if she is really happy to find a helper, it should not be straightforward to say, in case the fairy will hear this turn and leave, the lives of several of them can not be saved.

I looked at the women in red dress and explained that I wanted to pretend that I didn’t see their intentions. I just said, “What trouble have you encountered?”

“Nothing.” Hong Ling waved, “I just saw the fairy too happy.”

"If that's the case, then I will be relieved." He smiled and said, "Frank." Pulled the sect in front of her, "Zhu Zong, let's go."

Seeing that I really want to go, Hong Ling is anxious: "Please ask the fairy to forgive, I just made a mistake. In fact, we really have a little thing to trouble you."

"Little things?"

"Hmm... it’s not a big deal." Hong Ling’s voice was weak and flies.

"Is it urgent?" He looked at the sky outside.

"No hurry." Hong Ling thought about it. When did things happen, how would they happen? They didn't figure it out. It's hard to say whether it is urgent or not.

"If you are not in a hurry, please invite you to rest in the small courtyard for a while, and then I will come back to talk with you later in the evening." Turning around and talking to Zhai Zongdao, "Zhu Zong, let us first send them to the small courtyard, then go shopping?"

Miao Zong nodded.

"No," Lin said. "Hey, girl, I have something to go back. I can go with them on the way. I don’t have to come back too early at night. I heard that there will be a beautiful lantern at night, and the son and the girl can enjoy a reward. light."

After that, it was not waiting for rejection. Lin Biao turned and said to the disciples of the auspicious pavilion: "The friends of all of you will come with me."

Ge’s hand hidden in the sleeve touched the bones and nodded to Lin Biao: “There are people who have a hard work.” The monk’s five senses are firm and his eyes are wide and he can see that he is just. The most important thing is that he is extraordinary and he is highly educated. It is even more dangerous to be with him.

Seeing the disciples of the Auspicious Court and Lin Biao returned to the small courtyard, and then they put down their minds and said: "Let's go."

People come and go on the street, men and women, young and old, rubbing shoulders, ordinary people and monks shuttle between them, there are many stalls selling snacks on the roadside, surrounded by many diners. Asked about the smell of oil floating from all over the place, 箜篌 桓 桓 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

"The three thousand avenues are different, but they are all different. But no matter what the road, they can't live without the warmth of the heavens and the earth." The noisy streets are quiet for the ancestral sects, what he heard. There is only one little girl next to me. "The road is born by heart, and it goes with your heart. You are still young, listening to other people's words, not good for you. This is not a day, others say Not for you."

Since entering the period of heartbeat, there is a faint perception of Tiandi Avenue in the heart, but this kind of sentiment is too vague. She can't even figure out whether this is what she wants, or whether she is improving and making a change in her mood.

What is the way of heaven and earth?

Where is the heart of the people?

She has invested in the practice of the teacher, has the courage, the benevolence, but just understand this, can successfully set foot on the Ascension Avenue?

A faint smell came into the nose, and I was not interested in it. I turned around and looked for it. The taste was from a shop selling salted fish on the corner. Compared with the stalls selling snacks, this salted fish shop is called a door-to-door, and even people passing by will squat and squat away.

In the face of the disgusting expression of the road people, the shop owner is very indifferent, and the eyes of passers-by seem to say that you are ignorant mortals.

I don't know if the boss's mysterious and indifferent expression is too attractive. I have never eaten the salted fish. I suddenly gave birth to some curiosity. To Zhai Zongdao: "Yong Zong, you are waiting for me here, I will go to the salt fish shop." ”

The boss is preparing to find a book to pass the time, and turned to see a little girl in the Chinese costume standing at the door of his shop, a pair of eyes sparkling. He put down his book and looked at the other person. Is this lost, or is the money bag lost?

"The store, are you selling salted fish here?" I looked at the left wall with a fish that was bigger than the people. How long would it take for such a big fish to finish?

"You want to buy?" The boss saw the little girl in vain, dressed so well, not to buy flowers to buy a beautiful skirt, to join him in this salty fish shop to make fun.

"Yes." He nodded. "I am going to send some back to my friends. Do you have a recommendation?"

The boss didn't ask too much. A few different fish were removed from the rack and placed on the cargo platform: "These fish taste milder and are suitable for the taste of these foreigners."

Salted fish are harder than tanned bark, and you can't see the difference between these fishes except for the size: "That gives me 100 pieces." I bought less fish, and the chef of the meal hall made it. They are not enough for people to go up and down.

One hundred? This little girl is ready to buy back to make a difference?

The boss took out a bag from the container: "The fish is one and a half stone, one-time storage bag fifty Lingshi, a total of two hundred Lingshi."

"Boss, can you be cheaper?" He touched the storage ring and began to count the Lingshi.

"Small business, do not bargain." The boss chopped her and took out a blue salted fish from the container. "You buy more, I can send you a sea fish. This fish is not a wild fish in Yancheng, it is me early. I caught it at sea in the past few years."

"That would thank the boss." He paid the Lingshi and turned to look at the ancestors standing in the distance. He thought about it, "Give me two hundred more pieces and install them separately." The people of Shuguangzong should have a little more, the fish. The demand will definitely be larger.

Packed with two hundred salted fish, the boss sold a disposable storage bag. This time, without opening his mouth, he got up and took out a wooden box on the shelf. From the inside, he took out a piece of gold, and only half a palm of the fish was thrown on the table. "Gift."

Buy a hundred to send big fish, buy two hundred to send small fish, the boss does not seem to be accounted for.

I didn’t say much, I picked up the storage bag and ran to the ancestral sect: “Zhu Zong, let’s go and send something.”

Looking at the storage bag in her hand, the words of the sects stopped and promised. When he arrived at the station, he found that he only sent a storage bag to Yunhuamen. "Is this bag not sent back?"

"This bag is for me to buy for you." He handed the storage bag to the station staff. "There are more people in your sect, so I bought a little more."

Mou Zong: "..."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, not expensive."

In the salted fish shop, the boss sat on a lounge chair and lazily flipped through the words in his hand, as if all the noise outside had nothing to do with him.

"Mother, you don't want to buy salted fish, there is just a home here..."

"Hey!" The woman interrupted her son. "This boss is black-handed. A salted fish has to sell a piece of Lingshi. Looking at the entire Yancheng, who will sell such expensive things, is not a problem with his brain."

"Hey." The boss flipped a page and rolled his eyes.

"You look at the whole street. If there is no guest, there is no one here." The woman said, "I see his family closing sooner or later."

The boss closed the book and got up and walked to the door. "Thank you, my aunt reminded me, I will close the door now." After talking about the woman and her son, she closed the door.

The woman and her son did not think that their voices were so small that the other party could hear them. There is something awkward in my heart, so even if the other person closes their door in front of them, they are embarrassed to say something.

"It's a bad thing, how did he hear it?" The woman was a little embarrassed, pulling her son and hurried away.

As the night slowly descended, the streets of Yancheng were covered with beautiful lanterns. Many women walked side by side with their lovers, and the lanterns in their hands reflected their faces.

“箜篌.” 桓宗叫住箜篌, take a portable glazed lamp from the storage ring, use your finger to light a little on the glazed lamp, the glazed lamp will emit a bright and shining light, beautiful.

"Give it to you." Mou Zong put the handle of the lantern into the hands of the scorpion. Others have something to do, this little girl must have, and better than others.

"It's so beautiful." I felt the jewel hanging on the glazed lamp, and I was surprised. "What kind of light is this?"

"A common glazed lamp." Mou Zongxiao, the night wind blows his robe horns, obviously a cold and combing person, but at the moment it looks extremely gentle.

The glazed lights illuminate the road under their feet and attract the attention of countless passers-by. Because the glazed lamp is so beautiful, the little girl with the lantern is too beautiful, and the Chinese attire who is with her is even more handsome. It is thought that it is the celestial being descended from the sky.

They are walking together and it is difficult for people to ignore their existence.

"I will show you a little trick." I received a beautiful lamp, I was very happy, my empty hand rubbed a finger, and when I released my hand again, the light-like butterfly flew out of her palm. The glittering butterfly danced around the ancestors and finally turned into a little bit of fluorescence disappearing.

Mou Zong watched the last point of fluorescence disappear, and heard the wind blowing into his heart.

Call, call.

Every time it’s so clear, so hard.

"Good-looking?" Seeing Zong Zong still looked at the dim half-air, smirked and waved his sleeves, and countless butterflies flew out.

The light on the butterfly illuminates her face and illuminates the eyes of the ancestors.

On the upper floor of the view, Ann and quietly stood at the highest point, watching the girl with the glazed lamp in the night, and the butterfly flying in the sky. This is a very simple illusion, as long as there is enough repair, you can make it.

Take this simple illusion, change the butterfly to a repaired sword that is unfathomable. This is to say to the grown-up child who just learned to walk. What is the difference between how fast he runs?

However, these butterflies are beautiful...

In the small courtyard, Ge towel, Hong Ling and others did not want to fall asleep. They sat on the table of the Eight Immortals on the yard and drank tea that had not had much tea flavor.

Lin Biao came to the tray and gave them a pot of tea: "They of the Taoist friends will go to rest first. We will accompany you to the Lucky Pavilion tomorrow morning. If you have anything, you can say it on the road."

"Predecessors." Ge towel got up and bowed to Lin Biao, "The night dreams, we still wait for the fairy to come back and make things clear."

"The son and the girl may not be there for a while..."

"Within a scent, the fairy will be back." The younger brother put away the tortoise shell that he threw on the table and got up. "Please forgive the seniors for the rudeness of the younger generation. We want to go to the door to greet the fairy."

Lin Biao: "..."

"You are free to ask." Lin Biao also knows some monks who are good at calculating the divination. For example, the Moon Gate in the top ten sects is far higher than other monks in the calculation. But even if it is the Moon Star Gate, there will be nothing to do with it.

Although the teacher is not good at fighting, he is very respected by the monks, and few people dare to offend them easily. It is said that the monks who walked together in the Buddhism had the power to understand the heavens and the earth, so they were also regarded as the mouth and ears of Tiandi Avenue.

Everyone has to rely on Tiandi Avenue to cultivate into immortals. Who can go against the road?

Like the disciples of the auspicious pavilion, there are monks who have not counted in advance, but they are the miracles of the disciples. They did this, and they were not afraid that Tiandi Avenue would bother them to bother him and let them be ashamed.

Lin Biao walked to the gate with the auspicious pavilion disciples, and saw the son and the scorpion of Bai Yisheng Xue appear at the end of the alley. The girl in the hands of the girl carries the artifacts that can drive the evil spirits. The casual gesture is like mentioning A common light.

"How do you stand at the door?" He saw them and stepped up to the front of the auspicious pavilion.

"Fairy, we still have something to tell the fairy." Ge towel yelled at the court, "related to our image."

"Then I went in and talked." He turned his head and said to Zhai Zongdao, "Zhu Zong, I will go in with them first." She raised the light in her hand. "Thank you for the light that I sent, I will collect it well."

At the door of the cold, Miao Zong and Lin Biao stood opposite each other.

Lin Biao sighs: "The son..."

Yan Zong's glazed eyes looked at him: "Well?"

What happened to Lin Biao recently?