‘On the north gate of Luoyang, the carriages are in the autumn grass. In front of the carriages, the songs of dew are sung in the sings of dew, and the high tombs are white and white. People are celebrating funerals every day and night, and there are more people in Luoyang city. Thousands of gold have erected monuments a hundred feet high, and finally, who will write a pillar and a stone. The pines and cypresses on the hill are half unowned, and there are more white bones underground than soil. Cold food families send paper money, and black kites are put on a nest and put on a tree. People live in the morning and the city has not relieved their sorrows, so please travel to the north temporarily.’ This song "Traveling in Beim" talks about this scene.

Because the north gate is the only way to enter the burial mountain, there is also a "soul gate" in the north wall. When people in the city die, the direction of the soul is Mang Mountain, which is dedicated to the "soul" walking around.

And outside the West Gate is a execution ground, which is not very auspicious.

Therefore, people in Luoyang like the East and South Gate, but not the North Gate or the West Gate. If they were not allowed, pedestrians would rather go by than go to the North and West Gate.

It is because it is too uneasy outside the northern gate of Luoyang that this gate is called: Anxi.

It is not difficult to understand that Brahma is built in the north of the city.

Dear readers, when you talk about this, everyone will definitely ask: Jinling and Luoyang are one in the south and the other in the north. Why don’t the female captain’s good south gate go, but insist on taking the opposite path and walking on this unwalking North Road?

Could it be that like Mr. Guan Er, he is also a super crazy person?

In fact, this is not the case. The reason why the female captain took the funeral path was because there was a reason why the female captain had to go.

Stop it first and then express it later.

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The chicken cage behind the mountain, the tiger roared the stream. The stream was like a train, and the plate was gurgling down. The monk Shi Tian rolled his trousers high, carrying Wu Ming playing in the stream.

"Middle!" The homemade harpoon came into the water, bringing a fat silver carp.

"Amitabha, little donor, this is enough, right?" Although the fish was not his fork, the monk still felt unbearable.

"Not enough, not enough! Look at these fat fish, you don't know how to dodge! You deserve to be forked by the young master! Shi Tian, ​​don't think too much, I'm doing this for them!"

"..." Shi Tian was speechless. Could it be better to kill fish or to make it for fish? What's the reason for this!

Seeing the monk curling his lips, Wu Ming shouted: "Don't be dissatisfied. It is important to know that the world is dangerous and the hearts of people are even more evil! These fat fish have been smelling the incense for many years before they met me! Otherwise, they would have been taken away by someone! It would be a foregone conclusion that they would have lost their sons and grandchildren!"

"Amitabha, every word of the little donor is pearls. I have received the teachings." Needless to say, the person who came must be Zen Master Wuyin.

"Master, how can I have free time today? Why not eat a grilled fish with me?"

"Don't talk nonsense, Master..." Shi Tian hurriedly scolded in a low voice. Unexpectedly, Master Wuyin walked down the stream with a smile and took over the job of grilling fish from Bi Fang.

"..." Not to mention Shi Tian, ​​even Wu Ming was stunned. If you want to say that, the disciples of Fantian were able to think about it, Shaoqing smiled and said, "Haha! The wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stayed in his heart. Master, I think of you..."

Recalling this Zen saying, Master Wuyin smiled even more, "The little donor has deep wisdom and has a destiny to be with the Buddha."

If someone else was praised by Dongtu Zen Buddhism, he would have laughed happily and dropped his chin. However, the disciple of Fantian who was not here did not think so. "Master, even if Huigen is gone, I will practice my Tao. If you recite your Buddha, harmony will bring wealth, and harmony will bring wealth!"

Bi Fang curled his lips hatefully.

No one knows better than him if Wu Ming is like a bird. A servant who came out of Beixincheng to serve tea and water became a popular fan in the world in the blink of an eye! It would be fine if he not only shot the old evil god, but also killed the old bald donkey and became a guest of honor for the old monk, but he also had an affair with the famous arresting Nanfeng, a famous arrester in the world...

Life changes so fast that it will break my eyes!

What is the power of the Fantian Gate?

Damn, I'm a damn constable!

It would be fine if the master roasted fish, but Wu Ming couldn't bear it. After he finished eating a fish, the master smiled and said, "Little donor, your master left without saying goodbye yesterday, what words did he leave?"

"Tell me a lot." Wu Ming was so angry when he mentioned the old charcoal head. "Isn't it just a broken sword, it hurts him. He kept it all day long and even screamed when he went to bed! He didn't see him or her heart was upset, and he left, what's so great!"

I think the wind of Fantianmen is like this... Well, it's broad, so the master doesn't care.

When Shangguan Lingcheng left, he would send someone to pick him up soon. The old monk was also considerate and was afraid that he would delay Wu Ming's practice, so he asked.

Wu Ming was very happy to stay here. He ate and drank, and he didn't have to worry about not telling his enemies. He was still there to accompany him and was crazy everywhere. He listened to the bell of the wooden fish in his spare time, so he could ease his longing and let go of his heart and heart knots, and he would be happy.

Leaving Nanfeng Ning, the young man was indifferent. It didn’t matter whether he practiced or not, whether he would go to Luoyang.

After a long time, Wu Ming said, the master smiled and said, "Little donor, an acquaintance is coming to pay a visit at the mountain gate. Do you see me or not?"

"Acquaintance?" Wu Ming's eyes lit up, "Could it be..."

Master Fujihide smiled deeply, "You will know when you go."

"Why not say it earlier!" He threw the roasted fish flying, ran away, and then turned back halfway, jumped onto Shi Tian's back.

"Shi Tian, ​​hurry up--"

The monk saluted with a wry smile, flew up and headed straight to the foot of the mountain.

In front of the huge mountain gate, the man in red robe was standing quietly, and he was indeed an acquaintance of Wu Ming.

"I haven't seen each other for many days, how can the little spirit boy be happy?"

Disappointment flashed, and Wu Ming smiled and said, "Is Concubine Ming good?" Just as he was about to pounce on the soft ball, a Hokage fell from the sky and smacked straight in front of him.

"We are naturally very good!" The saliva splashed, needless to say, the person who came was the Beast Fighting Diting.

Wu Ming hurriedly dodged and curled his lips, "Where is the national master?"

Concubine Ming smiled and raised a strand of hair, "The national teacher has returned to Tubo first."

Wu Ming was stunned, "When the national savage is gone, why did Concubine Ming stay here?"

Li Zhitian smiled and said, "The national master ordered me to pass on your secret wheel lotus pestle and the power of military tea."

After silently reciting it several times, Wu Ming couldn't help but open his mouth wide, and his saliva flowed all over the floor!

Very kind!

"That bald... the national teacher, do you want me to pass on the joy of the dual life of the air?!"

Concubine Ming nodded with a smile, "The national teacher does have this intention."

After erasing his saliva, Wu Ming blinked fiercely, "That Concubine Ming, how can this dual life between joy and air be cultivated casually? Looking at Middle Earth, there are only the national master and the Concubine Ming. Aren't I a small disciple of the Heavenly Heaven, Isn't it a pity to die?"

Li Zhitian praised: "It is rare that you have such knowledge. Although it is true, the national master also said that you can practice by just going through this disaster."

Wu Ming suddenly realized, "The national master had already expected that I would use the method of dual cultivation!"

"That's right." Di Ting said in a muffled voice: "The master also said that as long as you stand in front of me, I will have to listen to you in the future!"

Wu Ming nodded and then asked again: "Mingfei, since you are the beautiful heaven of the national teacher, how can you teach me? I heard that all the genius Mingwang and Mingfei match each other..."
Chapter completed!