The woman covered her mouth and smirked, and the flowers trembled.

The purple-faced man nodded, put away the little summer money, drank the four newly served bowls of gloomy tea in vain, and then got up and left.

The woman did not forget to turn around and threw a charming look at the young guy.

Chen Ping'an frowned and glanced at one of the white bowls on the table with half a bowl of tea left. There was still some undetectable rouge on the edge of the bowl.

The shopkeeper smiled and shook his head, walked out of the counter, and threw the white bowl into the swaying river before the young guy.

After drinking the tea, Chen Ping'an put a snowflake money on the table, got up and left.

From the mural city to the river crossing, there is a fork in the road. The small road is close to the river. The main road is slightly far away from the river bank. There are also some specialties here. The river god here is a person who likes quietness and does not like noise. The main road on the Bob Beach is full of traffic and flows endlessly every day. It is said that it is easy to disturb the cultivation of the River God. Therefore, Pima Zong paid for money and created two roads for people to rush. If you like to enjoy the scenery, you can walk on the road. If you run a business, you can walk on the road. If you don’t fall into the river water.

The small road where Chen Ping'an walked was sparsely pedestrians. After all, no matter how beautiful the scenery of the swaying river is, it is just a gentle river. When I came from the Mural City, ordinary tourists passed by the freshness. The bumpy small mud roads were not as stable as the carriages on the main roads. Moreover, there were also some small Baofuzhai on both sides of the main road. After all, I still had to hand over a lot of money to set up stalls in the Mural City. Not much, just a snowflake, but the mosquito legs were also meat.

As a result, when Chen Ping'an walked along the riverside path for more than ten miles, Chen Ping'an vaguely heard a weak scream and scolding from a large cluster of reed marshes in the distance. The four people who were supporting each other were the guests who had previously competed with the tea stall. Among them, the woman suddenly heard a thunder sound in her abdomen and said softly: "Oh, my mother, here we are here again." The woman turned around and staggered all the way to the depths of the reed marshes, and she did not forget to remind her: "Let your newly bought puppet go away. This wilderness didn't show the wild man my butt egg, could she take advantage of a piece of semen?"

Chen Ping'an looked straight and accelerated his pace.

The purple-faced man glanced at Chen Ping'an.

The young man wearing a sword beside him whispered: "It's such a coincidence that I met again. Could it be that the immortal danced from the tea stall? Is it because I was thinking about money before, and now I plan to take advantage of the situation?"

An old man in gray-clothed clothes, who looked like a housekeeper, rubbed his cramped stomach and nodded, "It's better to be careful."

The purple-faced man looked gloomy, "I didn't expect that this skeleton beach is really lawless. A tea stall that does not have enough feet can dare to be so despicable!"

The old man in gray said helplessly: "The Bones Beach has always been so strange. Let's just take advantage of our mistakes and think about how to go next. If the tea stalls are trying to kill money, the journey before reaching the Heshen Temple will be difficult to walk."

The young man looked at the back of the young man in the hat and made a gesture of lifting his hands and falling. "Then let's start first? It's better than checking the reality of the situation and then catching the turtle in a jar somewhere, maybe killing the chicken to scare the monkey, but the other party dare not do it casually."

The purple-faced man felt it was reasonable. The old man in gray wanted to plan again. The man had already said to the young swordsman: "Then try the depth, remember to clean your hands and feet, it's better not to throw it into the river. If you really want to tell the truth, we have to rely on the protection of the river god. In this river thrown in the river, maybe we will contradict the river god who has this river. Don't waste such a big reed marsh."

The young man wearing a sword smiled and nodded, then smiled and said, "Looking like a pure martial artist who has passed the Body Refining Realm. If he is a hidden man and has a heroic courage, he will not be able to capsize his ship in the gutter, but it will be very difficult to get the question."

The purple-faced man glanced at the old man in gray, who nodded silently.

The two rushed forward one after another.

After a while, the purple-faced man rubbed his stomach that was about to turn over again. Seeing the two of them back the same way, he asked, "Is it over?"

The old man in gray shook his head and said, "I ran away all of a sudden, faster than a rabbit, but it may be because he was not good at seeing the opportunity and hid in the reed marsh, lying on his own, it was hard to find it."

The man with a big beard and purple face looked around, "Then there is no way. Let's go ahead for a while. If we do it, we will go back to the ferry and lower our heads with the shopkeeper who was taking medicine, just think that we are the strong dragon and don't fight the local snake."

The woman put her hands on her hips and staggered out of the reed marsh, saying sickly: "The guy from the tea stall is a bad guy, and the smiling tiger with a thousand-slaughtered sword. She is such a domineering laxative. Even a strong cow was knocked down. I really don't know how to pity the flowers and jade."

Chen Ping'an had left the path before, turned into the reed marsh, bent down and swept forward, and soon disappeared.

After walking for more than twenty miles, he slowed down, went to the river to scooped up a handful of water, washed his face, and then while there was no one around, he put the package containing the goddess picture into the closest thing. Then he jumped up gently and stepped on the lush and dense reed marsh. The dragonflies squirted the water, and the wind whistled in his ears, drifting away.

Even if the group of people in the martial arts world have Yin Ling puppets as their personal entourages, they are probably not as good as a cultivator in the Longmen Realm with an experienced Taoist monk. Chen Ping'an was unwilling to fight and kill people when he arrived in Beijuluzhou, and he was still affected by the fish in the pond, which was a bad omen.

As the Heshen Temple approached, there were also some pedestrians on the other side of the road. Chen Ping'an fell to the ground, walked out of the reed marsh, and walked to the side.

Before, standing on the top of the reeds, looking at the famous temple that is famous half of the continent, I saw a rich mist of incense rising into the sky, stirring up the sea of ​​clouds above, and the colorful blur. This atmosphere cannot be underestimated. Even the Tongyezhou Burying River Temple that was passed by, and the Biyou Mansion that later became the palace, were not so strange. As for the several river temples in the Xiuhua River area in my hometown, there was no such phenomenon.

The people have incense burned by the people.

There are also water fragrances specially provided for high-end customers.

The Heshen Temple is very kind, and there is a wooden sign notice. There is also a young boy who is specializing in the wooden sign, with a childish voice and childish voice, telling all the guests who come here to invite incense. When entering the temple, he will burn incense with the gods, only to see whether they are sincere or not, and not the value of incense.

Chen Ping'an did not save this money, so he bought a swaying river incense that was specially dedicated to worshiping the gods in the temple. The price was quite expensive, with ten snowflakes. The incense tube was only filled with nine incense sticks, which was much more expensive than the three incense sticks and one snowflake in the River God Temple in Qingluan Kingdom.

Chen Ping'an twisted out three pieces of yellow bamboo incense tube with green water patterns, followed the pilgrims into the temple, lit three incense sticks on the main hall, held incense with both hands, raised their heads, worshiped them everywhere, and then went to the main hall where the golden body of the river god was enshrined. The aura was so strong that the painted statue was gilded all over the body, and the height was more than three feet higher than the iron fu River water god statue in Longquan County. The landscape gods of the Dali Dynasty and the statues were all strictly abide by the academy rules. However, it was not surprising that Chen Ping'an thought that this was Beijuluzhou. The appearance of this swaying river water god was an old man holding a sword mace with both hands and a bright red snake on his feet, making the look of a king of heaven, which was extremely powerful.

Then Chen Ping'an just visited the huge temple that he had entered for more than a dozen times. It took him more than half an hour to walk and stop, and the roof was filled with golden glazed tiles.

One of the side halls was built into the water dragon palace, with the statues vivid, all of which were assisted by big fish, snakes and dragons after they turned into human form, with hundreds of thousands of postures. There were old pilgrims and their children laughing and saying that this was the other palace of the Lord of the River God. When it was night, these civil servants and generals who could call the wind and rain would come alive, but there was a night ban on the temple. At night, only the fairy-gods who were flying in the clouds were qualified to come here to visit and drink and drink tea with Lord of the River God.

Chen Ping'an had a short stay in the back hall before. When he saw a couplet, he twisted out three more incense sticks. After igniting it, he stood respectfully in the Baiyu Square and then inserted it into the incense burner before leaving.

The couplet with black-bottomed and golden characters behind Chen Ping'an is the one that "Don't kowtow with sincerity, you will have good deeds to protect you", "If you are evil, you can burn incense, and it will only make the water god angry."

After Chen Ping'an left the River God Temple, he continued his journey north.

The sun sets down the west mountain. At dusk, Chen Ping'an came to a small ferry and needed to take a ferry to cross the shore before he could reach the Ghost Valley where Chen Ping'an was in the jurisdiction of Skeleton Beach.

However, the ferry and the boats of the old and young at the ferry have stopped working. The ferry has stopped on the shore and tied up the ropes and returned home one after another. Chen Ping'an wanted to raise the price to cross the river, but no one agreed. It is said that the ferry can't stop at the river at night, which is a rule passed down from generation to generation. Otherwise, the river god will be angry, and there are only three types of people. The scholars went to Beijing to take the exam, some people seek medical treatment, and the suffering people want to jump into the river and commit suicide.

Chen Ping'an thought about the pretext of swaying the river and not building bridges, and these rules, and he didn't even want to cross the river. He simply lit a bonfire in a secluded place near the ferry, planning to take the ferry to cross the shore as soon as tomorrow morning.

The night is deep and the river is slow.

Chen Ping'an faced the river, sat cross-legged, practicing standing stakes in the sword furnace.

Nothing happened overnight.

It was lightly dawn, and Chen Ping'an got up and walked towards the ferry. There was a strong old boat with shiny and black skin, who was already squatting on the other side of the ferry, waiting for the guests.

Chen Ping'an and Lao Zhouzi agreed to the price, eight cents of silver. The old man said to wait a little longer, and carried someone across the river, only earning eight cents of silver. He was a little sorry for his strength, so he asked Chen Ping'an if he was willing to wait. As long as another person came and earned eight cents of silver, he could take a boat to cross the river. Chen Ping'an smiled and said it was okay, just wait, but he was not in a hurry to rush. Chen Ping'an picked up a straw hat, sat at the ferry with Lao Zhouzi, picked off the sword gourd and drank a sip of wine. The wine in the pot was all the homemade rice wine given to Luopo Mountain by Dong Shuijing.

Lao Zhouzi lit up his eyes as he smelled the aroma of the wine, turned around and asked with a smile: "Young Master, can you enjoy the wine?"

Chen Ping'an was about to hand it to the sword-raising gourd. Lao Zhouzi waved his hands, held it with his hands together, and smiled and said, "Young Master is a person. I, an old man, cannot ignore it. You just pour wine in my hands."

Chen Ping'an poured the wine. Lao Zhouzi raised his hands, his palms covered with calluses, lowered his head and drank water. After drinking, he smashed his mouth and asked with a smile: "Young Master is going to that 'no turning back'? Oh, this is our dialect. According to the great gods and men of Pima Sect, it is the Ghost Valley."

Chen Ping'an smiled and nodded, "I am a swordsman. Everyone says that I must go to the three places of Skeleton Beach. Now I have been to the Mural City and the River God Temple. I want to go to the Ghost Valley for a long experience."

Lao Zhouzi stretched out two fingers, twisted the corner of Chen Ping'an's blue shirt sitting cross-legged, and said, "I'll just say that, the young master is actually a young god. I won't say anything else. I'll welcome and send you on this river for the rest of my life. The silver in my pocket didn't sound, but I still have eyesight. The young master's clothes are always valuable, right?"

Chen Ping'an smiled heartily and said, "When you go out, you still have to talk about style, and you should be a fat man when you are swollen."

Lao Zhouzi said, "Young Master, a foreign accent, is like a person from another country. You must change it. Let's take a look here. The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. The more you are incompetent, the more you like to bully your life."

Chen Ping'an nodded, "What the old man said is right."

Lao Zhouzi turned his head and glanced, "Young master is lucky. Someone came to the ferry so early, so we seem to be able to cross the river."

Chen Ping'an followed the old man's sight and turned around to see an old woman walking staggeringly. When he looked closely at the old woman's face, Chen Ping'an felt helpless.

When the old woman arrived at the ferry, she began to get into trouble when she heard that the old Zhouzi wanted to collect eight cents of silver. Then she turned to look at Chen Ping'an. Chen Ping'an looked like a young man who was just a novice in the world. She first pretended not to know anything. After the old woman was stunned, she took the initiative to ask if the young man could help her. She only had four or five cents of silver on her. I'd like to ask the young man to take a cushion, and he would definitely get rewarded for kindness.

Chen Ping'an just shook his head.

Lao Zhouzi was a little anxious and shook Chen Ping'an hard. Unfortunately, in the eyes of the old man, he was very smart before, but now he looked like a ignorant wooden man.

At the end of the fuss, the old woman said she was angrily owed money and would pay it back next time she crossed the river, and Lao Zhouzi agreed.

The atmosphere on the boat was a bit awkward when I crossed the river.

Chen Ping'an looked at his eyes and nose, observing his heart, pretending that the old monk entered into meditation.

Lao Zhouzi was a little anxious, but he couldn't explain what he said.

The old woman was the most angry and thought that the young man was really stingy.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and she took a fierce look at Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an just thought he didn't see it.

Later, he seemed to be "can't help it" and began to make a big spell and talked with the old woman about pedantic and sour words, which roughly meant why he couldn't blame him for being stingy.

The old woman slapped the ship bar when she heard this.

Lao Zhouzi rolled his eyes straight.

As a result, when he arrived at the ferry crossing on the other side, Lao Zhouzi was about to say something, so he pulled the old woman's sleeves.

Chen Ping'an jumped off the ferry, said goodbye, and left without turning his head.

Lao Zhouzi was dumbfounded, stunned for a long time, turned to the "old woman" and asked, "That's it? Isn't it a pity?"

The hunchbacked old woman was already standing upright at this moment and sneered: "What else? I'll put it on? He couldn't catch the good fortune and couldn't blame others! After three trials, this guy was the first one who couldn't get over it. If it was spread, I would be laughed at by my sisters to death!"

Lao Zhouzi always feels something is wrong.

Why does that young man seem to have deliberately missed this great blessing?

The first test was set up by an "old woman". Whether to force cross the river? The young man passed it and then replaced her himself. He tested him symbolically. The young man also successfully passed the second test and gave him a sip of wine. So Lao Zhouzi felt that the overall situation was settled and the matter must have been completed, so he sold the young man a little favor and deliberately removed some clues, revealing some clues. Since the young man had already passed the River Temple, he should have noticed it, and he should deal with it appropriately and not be petty about trivial matters such as how many dollars are. Who just said, "Walking in the world, beating the swollen face and pretending to be fat"?

The old woman burst into flames and stomped her feet, and it turned out that the old Zhouzi and the ferry boat sank into the bottom of the swaying river.

The two of them ferryed and walked freely at the bottom of the river.

The old woman has recovered her graceful true body, with a swaying ribbon, a beautiful face, and a well-deserved goddess.

Lao Zhouzi sighed and felt very sorry for the young man.

After Chen Ping'an left the ferry, he began to run away, regretting that he would be too eye-catching when he took off the sword, otherwise he would have run further.

I took off the sword gourd and drank a big sip of wine, suppressed my shock, and then Chen Ping'an laughed, walked a few steps into Pei Qian, and was complacent, I, Chen Ping'an, are old world!

After Chen Ping'an smiled, he felt a little scared and wiped his forehead with cold sweat. Fortunately, it was okay. He was so clever, otherwise he would have to count on how many times he would be beaten to death by Miss Ning? Even if he was not beaten to death, he would still dare to hug her next time he met and kiss her on the mouth...
Chapter completed!