Canghuan Seven Palaces

There is a vague regret in this person's past.However, Cheng Tianyang acted nonchalantly, still smiling and chatting happily, without any worries.Such him is even more embarrassing.

"Is this okay?" Cheng Tianyang was a little surprised.

"Of course," Feng Lan looked at Si Cangqing with a smile, "Master never restricts our actions."

Hearing this, Cheng Tianyang smiled happily, "Then I might have to trouble Brother Feng, I'm not familiar with this city of Lianjing."

"That's natural." Feng Lan said again, "And, as long as the master is not particularly busy, he will go out of the palace from time to time to experience folk life."

"That's great," Cheng Tianyang narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled happily.

"Well," Feng Lan looked up at the looming temple on the top of the mountain, and changed the topic, "In a while, we will arrive at Wuya Temple. Tianyang, you must ask for a lottery when the time comes. The lottery in Wuya Temple is very spiritual."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Thinking of something, Feng Lan's expression suddenly darkened, "When I was young, my mother smoked one..." The lottery was signed, and not long after, the murder of the Lan family happened.

Cheng Tianyang didn't ask any more questions, but just changed the subject and talked about some interesting things.

Talking and chatting, in about a quarter of an hour, the three of them finally reached the top of the mountain.Here, it is a magnificent temple, a considerable part of which is half-hanging on the cliff, which is a bit admirable.

Inside the hall, people filed out.

Si Cangqing leaned against a pillar beside him, quietly watching the two kneeling on the mat.After bowing down piously and offering incense, Feng Lan and Cheng Tianyang each shook their sticks.

Want to sign?Si Cangqing's eyes fell lightly on the old monk who was knocking on the wooden fish and chanting sutras.In terms of astrology and divination, Penglai Pavilion should be the most powerful!It's just that at the beginning, he insisted on refusing to learn.

Thinking of something suddenly, Si Cangqing frowned slightly.

With a sound of "pa", Cheng Tianyang knelt down on the cattail mat, with a serious expression on his face, staring at the signature in his hand with lowered eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"Amitabha, this lottery is auspicious for the almsgiver. It is so unpredictable, so you should cherish it." The old monk who was chanting suddenly said this, but his eyes were still closed, and he kept knocking on the wooden fish with his hands.

Cheng Tianyang quickly realized, smiled leisurely, and played with the bamboo stick, "I don't understand what the master said."

The movements of his hands stopped, the old monk opened his eyes, and looked at Cheng Tianyang steadfastly:

"Last night, the pavilion was windy and stormy, and Baimeiqianjiao was in pain;

Occasionally, I cherish the flowers for a long time, and cut the smoke pile to leave the shadow of the flowers. "

The old monk smiled slightly, "What the benefactor is holding in his hand should be the Zhongji lottery that the old monk said, 'When you meet a fairy, cherish a flower, don't wait for nothing'!"

◇Cang ◇ Huan ◇ Seven ◇ Palace ◇

The astonishment was fleeting, and Cheng Tianyang smiled, "Master is really a master." These bamboo sticks looked exactly the same on the surface, but the old monk could accurately say which one he drew...

There was some concern in his heart, Cheng Tianyang lowered his eyes, and looked at the signature again carefully, "Master, then tell me, how should I deal with it?"

"This sign has pointed the way for the benefactor, so don't cherish the flowers and wait for nothing." The old monk's eyes slowly fell on Feng Lan, "World affairs are just a thought." He said to Feng Lan: "Benefactor, don't ask for more money." Yes, fate is determined."

Hearing this, Cheng Tianyang only noticed Feng Lan, and saw that the other party's expression was slightly gloomy, shaking the lottery container repeatedly, repeating the lottery - but judging by his increasingly serious face, it should be an unlucky lottery!

Si Cangqing's face darkened, she walked to Feng Lan's side, and said flatly, "Stop smoking, let's go!"

"Master," Feng Lan looked up at Si Cangqing with a firm tone, "I beg again."

This time, the lottery in Feng Lan's hand shook for a long time, and the rattling sound, combined with Feng Lan's serious expression, made people unconsciously feel a little nervous.Cheng Tianyang moved to Feng Lan's side, staring at his movements a little strangely.

Snapped--

The bamboo stick fell to the ground with a clean and crisp sound.Feng Lan took a slight breath, and then slowly picked it up.

"Xiaxia?" Cheng Tianyang couldn't help but read aloud.

I saw that on the bamboo stick, there were tiny seal characters engraved:

Next: Zigui Weeping Blood Moves Your Heart

Zigui weeps with blood and tears, and wakes up from a remnant dream and falls into a new star;

Three deaths and three lives are strangers, and they come and go and are shocked again.

"Three deaths and three lives?" Cheng Tianyang murmured, looking at Feng Lan, his hand holding the bamboo stick trembled slightly, and his lips were tightly pursed showing unwillingness.

"Let's go!" Si Cangqing's voice sounded again at this time, with a slightly comforting tone, "It's just a lottery."

Cheng Tianyang looked back at Si Cangqing, then looked at the signature again, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Feng, didn't this signature be for you?"

"Master," Feng Lan's voice was a little ethereal, and then Si Cangqing pulled her up and looked at him blankly, "Master, why don't you ask for one yourself!" Maybe the lottery I asked for is more accurate. .

Si Cangqing shook his head slightly.

At this time, the old monk suddenly interjected and smiled meaningfully, "Almsgiver, destiny is determined by God, no matter who asks, it will be the same."

Feng Lan pursed her lips, looked back at the thin smoke curling up on the incense table, and felt a little angry, "The lottery here is not allowed." What three deaths and three lives, with Si Cangqing's ability, how could there be three deaths!

"Oh, benefactor, don't get angry," the old monk said leisurely, "if you are not sure, benefactor can ask the person in your heart, but have you ever died?"

"Master..." Feng Lan looked at Si Cangqing in horror and expectation.

Si Cangqing nodded casually, "Yeah." But, that wasn't his own death. What died at that time was the original soul in this body.

There was a huge wave in her heart, Feng Lan couldn't help crying out, her words were sharp, "When did it happen?" How could he not know?Since Si Cangqing was ten years old, he has been by this person's side all the time, why didn't he know what kind of death Si Cangqing had gone through?

Seeing this man's panic, Si Cangqing calmed down, "Lan, don't be nervous, I was bitten by a poisonous snake once when I was young." Therefore, Feng Wufei forced him to exercise his current invulnerable physique.

After finishing speaking, Si Cangqing glanced at the old monk sitting there with an inscrutable expression, "I never believe in fate, I only believe in myself."

The old monk sighed, and his words were full of regret, "Why do you bother to be filthy when you wash your heart?"

Dirty?In the world of mortals and purple moss, where is it not filthy?

Si Cangqing ignored the monk, looked at Cheng Tianyang, who also had a solemn face, and took Feng Lan's slightly cold hand, "Let's go!"

Three deaths and three lives...

I remember that after he was bitten by a poisonous snake, Feng Wufei was very worried and made a divination for him, and then told him that there would be three death kalpas in this life, if he was careful, he might be able to avoid it.

I still remember that Feng Wufei sighed with relief at that time, "You came back from the dead in Lincheng, and now you were bitten by a poisonous snake... It seems that you have passed through two of the three times of death."

But according to the tone of the old monk today, I am afraid that the wound of the poisonous snake is not a death calamity, right?

The three people with different thoughts gradually drifted away, and the words of the old monk came faintly from behind, "The donor should cherish himself, and don't be too obsessed. Although this lottery is a lottery, there are many strange things, and there are turning points from time to time. .”

"Does master have any obsessions?" Feng Lan asked in a daze.

Si Cangqing shook his head slightly, and said softly, "Don't think too much, people who discuss Taoism and practice Zen like to play mysteries." In the eyes of those people, what is not obsession?

The speed of going down the mountain was much faster than when it came, but it was suppressed tightly.Si Cangqing didn't say much at first, but now Feng Lan was in a trance, Cheng Tianyang was also thoughtful, and they were all silent.

Just when the atmosphere became more dull, the pedestrians on the mountain road all hurried back.A person passed by Sicangqing, and said kindly: "Hurry up and find a place to hide, there is a murder ahead!"

Before the words fell, the man had already run a long way.

Si Cangqing stopped, and at this moment, a white figure flew towards here quickly.

[Reference] "Detailed Explanation of Jinhua Huang Daxian's Signature", OTZ

The author has something to say: Today, the Empress Dowager showed great power and tortured me to go home with a series of murders.If I go home, because there is no internet at home, I will not be able to update the text == and I have not had time to save the manuscript ==

However, my lord father has a far-sighted view, argued hard with reason, and won a vote of sympathy for me. He allowed me to wait two or three days before going home. I will try my best to save manuscripts during these few days. , strive to be able to maintain until the first day of the new year.

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Repairing garbled characters, later...

threesome during full moon

The sound of clanging swords, in the mountain road, was a little frightening.Passing tourists have already avoided it far away.

Cheng Tianyang looked calmly at the young man in white who suddenly appeared in front of him. His handsome appearance, unrestrained temperament, shrewd eyes, and the excellent martial arts that he showed just now all showed that this man had an extraordinary background.I don't know, what is the relationship between this person and Si Cangqing?Looking back at Si Cangqing, he saw his unpredictable expression, looking at this young master coldly.

"Oh," Qi Shuangran raised her hands high and smiled innocently, "Qingqing, don't look at me like that, I'm tired! Anyway, those shadow guards of yours have been idle all day, it's time to stretch your muscles. "

It was really a reversal of black and white, obviously he was intercepted and killed, but he wanted to mix in Si Cangqing who was passing by, while he was leisurely watching the show.

Qi Shuangran looked at the subdued masked men, and said loudly: "Don't waste your energy, they are all dead men."

Before the voice finished, those masked men suddenly vomited blood and committed suicide.

Si Cangqing didn't look at that person again, believed