Year after year.

day to day.

Some people feel that life is repetitive every day, but others feel that everything in this world changes too fast, and things will happen in the blink of an eye that catch you off guard.

Just like yesterday.

In the eyes of many people, yesterday was just like that, and life is just repeating what happened yesterday. But in today's eyes, especially in the eyes of people in the world, what happened in the casino last night was eye-opening and eye-opening.

A bloody case.

A murder occurred at the feet of the emperor.

Tangmen comes out for revenge.

It also carries the peacock feather, the world's number one hidden weapon that is rumored to be capable of killing gods and Buddhas when encountering them.

With such a legendary hidden weapon, it should be invincible, but yesterday, the Tang family was defeated. Tang Tianyi was killed with a sword on the spot, but it was not his enemy Baiyun City Lord Ye Gucheng who killed him, but

It was Ximen Chuixue, the owner of Wanmei Villa, who came behind.

Kill to save others!

The one who rescued was Sun Xiuqing, a disciple of the Emei Sect.

But Ximen Chuixue was also injured, including Ye Gucheng, the lord of Baiyun City, and Lu Xiaofeng, who had come back from the dead. Almost one-third of the people in the casino at that time were affected by Peacock Ling, and suffered heavy casualties.

.Among them, only one of the disciples of the Tang Sect who was involved in the incident survived. The disciples of the Emei Sect were also affected and many died.

Not to mention the people watching the show in the casino.

For a time, this incident spread like a storm in all directions, and in just one night, almost the entire capital knew about it.

When the news reached Yuelai Inn and the ears of Yue Yuan and Shang Xiuxun, they couldn't help but look at each other.

Peacock Feather!

Yue Yuan blinked and stared at Shang Xiuxun.

From the previous conversation with Shang Xiuxun, Yue Yuan knew that this thing should be the work of Lu Miaozi, the most versatile person in the world. How could it appear in the hands of the Tang Sect? But after thinking about it, Yue Yuan finally understood.

Shang Xiuxun's talents are all focused on eating, drinking and business. She is not good at this mechanical thing. Besides, an extremely exquisite mechanical item cannot be maintained for hundreds of years without the slightest problem. Besides, except for

The one before Shang Xiuxun is now the second one in Tangmen's hands.

Obviously.

Shang Xiuxun gave the blueprint of the peacock feather to Tang Men and asked Tang Men to help build it, and finally used it to shoot himself.

It is a pity that the peacock feather in Shang Xiuxun's hand cannot be used, so it is a waste, but in the hands of Tangmen... Yue Yuan's expression suddenly became very strange. In a certain way, this peacock passed down by Lu Miaozi

Ling can actually be considered a success, right?

The only good thing is that the peacock feather in Tang Sect's hand does not contain the blood-sealing ice soul silver needle.

"Well……"

With a soft moan, Shang Xiuxun was also a little bit dumbfounded.

As for Yue Yuan, he was also surprised by this situation. The development of things was beyond his surprise, and it disrupted his arrangements a lot. After thinking for a long time, Yue Yuan finally calmed down the emotions in his heart and put

After re-arranging the arrangements, it was finally settled.

Just when the capital city was under turmoil, there was another place in the land of China.

Beautiful mountains and clear waters.

This is an excellent scenic spot.

The mountains and water here all tell the world how extraordinary this place is.

The originally quiet place welcomed the footsteps of a stranger today, and he was also a monk.

The monk is dressed in patched plain clothes and wearing straw sandals. He looks like a walking monk, patrolling mountains and rivers, and also has a sense of seeking the truth. With his bald head, which is shiny and red due to the sun, the monk looks like a monk.

His face was almost wrinkled, and it looked like he was suffering from it. It was like a person who doesn't like to endure hardships. Suddenly, a large plate of bitter melon was placed in front of him, and his whole body turned into a bitter melon.

He raised his head and glanced at the cloudless blue sky. The monk pursed his lips and touched the wine gourd at his waist. His expression became increasingly bitter.

Because he is a monk who abides by the rules, is very proficient in eating fast and chanting Buddha, and basically never violates the precepts.

But today...

The monk brought a bottle of wine, and it was his daughter Hong who had been buried for eighteen years. When he thought of what he had done, his face would undoubtedly turn as bitter as a bitter gourd.

After climbing up the mountain, the monk avoided the wild monkeys in the mountain and stopped at the edge of a deep pool.

You can see the deep pool in front of you, the spring water is tinkling and making little ripples.

There are many trees around the pond, and the trees are full of flowers. Obviously, this is not the so-called wild forest, but has been specially planted after people have lived there. And in the eyes of the monks, it is even more beautiful.

It can be seen that this deep pool is also made by man. One can imagine the cost of building such a deep pool in this barren mountain.

After arriving here, the monk first looked around for a long time and found no trace of anyone. Finally, his eyes fell on the water in front of him.

Half a moment.

The monk, who looked a little helpless, took off the wine gourd from his waist with a grimace, opened it, and then slowly poured a pot of wine into the pool.

Amidst the clattering sound, half of the bottle of wine was quickly poured.

Then, the monk put away the wine gourd, leaving half a gourd of wine, and stood quietly beside it, as if waiting for something.

Soon after the wine was poured into the pool, the calm water finally reacted.

The lake surface ripples.

Starting from the center of the lake, it spreads in all directions in circles.

soon.

A depression in the middle of the lake.

A red dress emerged from the water.

When he saw this dazzling red color appear from the pool water, the monk immediately closed his eyes, put his hands together and kept chanting Amitabha.

The ripples on the lake surface became larger and larger, and finally the red color in the center of the lake finally surfaced completely.

Wow!

Amidst the sound of running water, a slightly lazy figure appeared in the thrilling red color.

The jet-black hair was tossed, creating a graceful arc of water splash.

Head up.

Underneath the jet-black hair is a face that would captivate a country.

On the skin as delicate as white jade, even the water droplets could not stand firmly, and the water stains quickly fell down, revealing the face with a look of regret.

Get up.

The woman in red seemed to turn a blind eye to the monk who was standing on the shore with his eyes closed and chanting about Amitabha. A person slowly dragged the breathtaking red dress out of the deep pool and came to the shore.

As if feeling wet on her body was not good, the woman raised her eyebrows slightly and hummed softly. The wet robe suddenly expanded as if it was inflated, and the water all over her body turned into countless small water droplets in an instant.

The clothes were forced out and flew out in all directions.

Water vapor is evaporating and water droplets are flying.

The flowers around the pond were knocked to the ground, and a thin layer fell on the lake.

When all the clothes were clean, the woman stretched out her jade hand, and the wine gourd hanging on the monk's waist had flown out and landed on her hand. She opened the stopper. She raised her head and took a sip. The daughter Hong who was half full of the wine gourd drank it all.

.

His movements are bold and bold, like a man's.

After drinking all the wine in the gourd, the woman did not pay attention to the wine remaining in the corners of her mouth and on her chest. Instead, she directly threw the wine gourd aside. Then she turned her head and looked at the monk intently.

The face that looked like a bitter melon suddenly said: "You have such a bitter face. Every time I see you, I will have a good drink! Looking at you is like looking at a bitter melon. The name of Master Bitter Melon is

The number is truly worthy of its name.”

"I was in a good mood. After seeing your face, I became distressed!"

After waving her sleeves and opening the petals, the woman found a large rock and sat down. She immediately looked at her like a golden sword.

"ah!"

Upon hearing this, Master Balsam Pear's face almost wrinkled into a wrinkled ball, full of bitterness. He said: "Master, please don't laugh at me!"

"oh?"

The woman tilted her head, with smiles in her eyes, "We haven't seen each other for several years, and you have become more familiar with reciting Amitabha. How come the Buddhist teachings have penetrated into your bones? Even your master dare not raise his head.

Take a look?"

"Are you afraid of me, or are you afraid of yourself?"

Faced with the woman's inquiry, this monk who had his own name in the world was sweating profusely. In front of the other party, he had long lost his usual stability, and his heartbeat was about to run out of his throat.

After a long silence, Master Balsam Pear replied: "I'm afraid!"
To be continued...