Two years later.

During the yellow plum season, it rains everywhere, and frogs are everywhere in the grassy ponds.

In the Tang Dynasty, Li Jing defeated Fugong You who raised an army, and the war disaster in Jiangnan finally ended, and peace was restored.

In the May season, the cicadas are chirping, the sun is shining, and the drizzle is falling gently. Outside Wuzhou City, on the old site of Lanruo Temple, another small temple has been erected. It is also called Lanruo Temple, but it is not as big as the original one.

So big.

Compared with the original deserted and dilapidated Lanruo Temple, although the current Lanruo Temple is smaller, it is still very popular. Some people say that praying at Lanruo Temple is very effective. In this era of war and chaos, many surrounding villagers will come here to burn incense and pray to the Buddha.

bless.

In the slanting wind and drizzle, Wu Jin got off the carriage with his fat body and looked at the three gilded characters "Lanruo Temple" at the entrance of the temple.

"Wu Dazhongzheng..."

"Master Wu..."

Pilgrims who came to offer incense and shelter from the rain saluted Wu one after another. Wu Jin returned the gift with a smile and expelled Fu Gongyou. Jiangnan returned to the rule of the Tang Dynasty. In March of this year, the Tianjia established the post of Dazhongzheng in each state to take charge of various people in the state.

As well as rank, family prestige...

With his glory in the past two years, Wu Jin surpassed many heads of aristocratic families and won this position, and his reputation was unparalleled.

Some pilgrims joked that Wu Jin had worshiped the God of Good Luck in the past two years. Not only had his official career been prosperous, but his financial fortune had also been strong. He had even gained weight. It was said that he even had several concubines.

Someone laughed and replied that Wu Jin had worshiped the Buddha at Lanruo Temple and received blessings, and now he was here to fulfill his wish.

Wu Jin smiled and said nothing. Only he knew that he had caught a ride with a nobleman. When he entered Lanruo Temple, he first saw a pond with several wild lotus plants in bud, standing tall and graceful, heading straight towards the Main Hall.

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

A young monk bowed to Wu and led Wu Jin to the back. There were only four or five novice monks in Lanruo Temple, and there was only one Buddhist hall in the Main Hall. There were several meditation rooms and a few vegetable plots in the back.

A pretty girl in red clothes came out. Pingting walked by, and the elegant and melodious sound of bells floated. Wu Jin glanced at the girl and was secretly surprised, when did Wuzhou City have such a beautiful girl?

The girl seemed to notice Wu Jin's gaze, looked back and smiled, her giggles did not stop, and he disappeared.

Wu Jin rubbed his eyes. There was no beautiful girl anywhere. Could it be that he was hallucinating? What happened to the ring tone?

"Donor, Donor..."

The young monk shouted twice, calling Wu Jin back to his senses, "Donor, the host is already inside..."

"Oh okay, I know……"

Wu Jin looked around unwillingly, feeling funny that he must be dazzled. In two years, he will be forty. He is getting old, and time is not forgiving!

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

A woman who looks like an iceberg, with a white veil covering her face, and a graceful figure, is expected to be a peerless beauty.

Sitting on the chair was a young man with a sickly fair face, waving a folding fan.

Opposite him was a handsome scholar in a white shirt, with a woman leaning beside him. Wu Jin knew this woman, and had a relationship with her once, Xie Yanran, the most famous prostitute in Jiangnan.

The one on the upper left is a middle-aged man, wearing green clothes and a jade crown. His face is handsome and well-maintained, as if the years have not left any trace on his body.

Naturally, Wu Jin knew this man. After being slightly surprised, he closed the door and saluted the old monk sitting cross-legged on the bed, "Master..."

He clasped his fists towards the middle-aged man again and said, "Master Chen, long time no see!"

"Master Wu, long time no see, you are getting richer and richer!" Chen Qinglong returned the courtesy and smiled.

"No matter what, it's thanks to Master Chen!"

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

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

Chen Qinglong pointed to the right. Wu Jin looked over in confusion, but saw nothing. When he turned around, a puff of smoke blew in, and Wu Jin fainted.

Chen Qinglong supported Wu Jin, put him aside, and patted his bulging belly, "Damn, this dead pig is so heavy. What a coincidence that I came here at this time..."

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

Chen Qinglong shook his head slightly, "I really didn't expect Jin Ling'er to be one of the six paths, Hehuan Dao. She is really a witch."

"Hehuan Tao harvests yang and replenishes yin, and is exquisite in enchantment. It has always been at odds with Yuxian Tao. Many of their disciples are in the world of mortals. There is nothing surprising. Jin Ling'er has always suspected that the immortal fate of the old Black Mountain demon was obtained by me, so

…”

Ying Geye didn't say any more, she shook her folding fan, smiled slightly, and turned to Shi Zhixuan, "If you practice magic skills and your qualifications are not inferior to mine, how about I introduce you to it? As for your lady, she has no Taoist roots.

I can be a mortal for the rest of my life."

"Thank you so much, young master. Yanran and I truly love each other. We are mortals for the rest of our lives, and we want to live a life of ease and ease."

Shi Zhixuan held Xie Yanran's hand tightly, smiled tenderly, and looked at the cold woman in white, "Princess, you are out of trouble, so I won't stay with my husband."

Shi Zhixuan stood up, looked at the old monk on the bed, cupped his fists and saluted, "Shuai Du, take care!"

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

Shi Zhixuan and Xie Yanran both left, wearing white clothes and white skirts, like a couple of gods and gods, feeling very uncomfortable.

"This person is destined to enter my Demonic Gate!" Yinggeye glanced at Shi Zhixuan who was leaving, shook her folding fan, stood up, and looked at Chen Qinglong, "You won't follow me to enter? Ning Wushuang is already in the realm of Qi Transformation, and his foundation is

Be solid, and you will definitely be able to break through after this retreat.”

"Haha, Qinglong understands Young Master Yingge's good intentions. There are ties in the world, and there are young and old in the family. When I see through the world of mortals, I will naturally look for Young Master Yingge."

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

"That's all. Everyone admires the gods and immortals, but you are greedy for the love of the mortal world. When you have no love for the mortal world, you can come to me and help you get started."

Shaking the folding fan, Yinggeye took a few feet with one step, already a hundred meters away with the second step, and disappeared with the third step!

The means of land gods.

"Xiu Ning has no repayment for Mr. Ning's great kindness. Since Mr. Ning has left long ago, Xiu Ning should leave too! Du Fuwei, take care."

"There is no more Du Fuwei in the world. He is dead. Only the old monk Pochen. The world is so big that a small temple is enough for a home, but I don't know where the princess's home is?" The old monk sighed softly.

"The world of mortals has been broken, and the destiny of immortality is not over yet. I will become a monk in Yuxiandao and never enter the world of mortals again!" Li Xiuning's words contained infinite disappointment and sadness, and she left.

"We go away, we disperse, fate comes and goes, how do we end the world of mortals? Qinglong, why did you reject Yingge's benefactor for the sake of the old monk?"

Chen Qinglong stood up and bowed respectfully to the old monk, "The commander-in-chief has treated me with great kindness. I fled back to the south of the Yangtze River and wanted to join forces with the commander-in-chief to raise an army. However, now that the commander-in-chief has become a monk here, Qinglong should serve me and repay the favor."

Handsome grace!"

"Amitabha, where are the grudges and grudges? You have repaid me by rescuing me from Chang'an. You can go. From now on, the old monk often sits under the Buddha lamp and recites the Sutra of the Past for the dead soldiers."
Chapter completed!