The saint said: Men cannot say no.

But Xu Ye is really not good at this moment.

Even those performing artists with both virtue and art danced in front of him, and untied their clothes, he could only watch from afar and not play with them.

The internal energy has not been generated and the meridians cannot be sensed. The arteries and veins may be twisted and painful like yangko. This is not a good phenomenon.

For the current plan...

Lying flat and waiting for death.

Endless black clouds rolled in, and half of the evil corpse's face appeared in the middle of the clouds.

Anger surged in the eyes of Xu Ye.

The secret method of the heretics who live toward death, the remains of mortals are the key, and it is related to the future calculation of the Tao.

Now that he is not aware of it for a while, he is destroyed by a mere bloody food. How can he not be angry?

Even when I was discussing the Tao with the Great Zhou national master Wang Yanting a hundred years ago, I never suffered such a big loss.

Ji An squatted beside Xu Ye.

He said with a sad face: "Brother, I seem very angry to see it, I am afraid that it will kill me in a while. Can we still fight this fight?"

Xu Ye rolled his eyes up and down.

Meaning: You ask me???

Zhou Tong found two wooden sticks from somewhere.

He slapped Ji An in the back of the head and urged him: "Don't speak verbally. Brother Xu is going to be out of here. While he is still hot, let's carry him to a beautiful place and let him see it with his own eyes..."

His tone was choked and he couldn't speak for a while.

Ji An scratched his head and said in confusion: "See with your own eyes? What are you looking at?"

"Wuwuwu, look at his future burial place..."

"Ah? Brother Xu is going to die? My God, the white-haired man is sending the black-haired man. Do you open your eyes and see where you want to say, howl..."

Xu Ye's eyes stopped moving.

The only wish at this moment is to walk quietly...

Then he turned into a ghost and cut off these two bastards!

The black clouds turned into nine giant dragons with a hundred feet of blood, opened their bloody mouths, and bit Xu Ye from all directions.

From a distance, Xu Ye felt dizzy when he heard the fishy smell in the mouth of the giant dragon.

A purple gold bowl suddenly flew into the sky.

The faster it turns, the bigger it becomes, and in an instant it is comparable to the giant face of the evil corpse.

Before the nine giant dragons were approached, they were taken in by the golden bowl.

Even the black clouds in the sky were sluggish, no longer swaying like they were just now.

"Is Mr. Xu still safe?"

A gentle voice sounded in my ears, but Xu Ye heard it as if he heard the sound of nature.

Forced to take the energy and look closely.

It was the middle-aged monk who had sent him bedding before!

I was surprised and happy.

What was shocked was that this person came and went freely in this evil corpse realm, as if he had entered a state of no one.

The happy one is that the savior is coming. His appearance is like a paradise, with a starting price of ten.

Ji An protected Xu Ye behind him, unsheathed his sword, raised his sword with one hand and pointed his fingers with the other, and used a night battle to hide the sword.

"Why, where did the bald donkey come from? Report it to your name!"

Zhou Tong was not willing to be outdone and shouted loudly.

"The bridge fee is twenty cents, and the city fee is fifty cents. It depends on your bowl, but the storage fee for valuable items is 300 cents, pay the money!"

Xu Ye:...Destroy, hurry up, tired.

The middle-aged monk smiled warmly.

"The two donors are calm. I am a monk, the Dharma name is Zhiming. I came here this time just to help Donor Xu with one arm."

Ji An put his knife back into the sheath, "It turns out that he is my own person. I said it a long time ago, and I was almost injured by my sword aura."

Zhou Tong: "Acquaintances get 50% off, no charges will be charged for crossing the bridge."

Master Zhiming nodded with a smile.

Then he looked at the evil corpse in the sky.

"Donald Pang De is also a great master of his generation. The people in Xiangfan have received a lot of favors, but why are they willing to fall into depravity now?"

Xu Ye was stunned.

Pang Degong?

The Grand Secretary of Wenyuan Pavilion a hundred years ago, the Pang Degong, who managed the floods of the Wei River and countless living people?

Why did this happen now?

The evil corpse seems to be extremely disgusted with this title.

He said angrily: "So what? Can you live forever?"

"The people in Xiangfan built temples and monuments for you, and they are still in full bloom. Mr. Jin'an wrote books and biography for you. Mr. Pang De's reputation is passed down in history. What is the difference between immortality?"

Since Xu Ye lay down, he found that there were endless big melons to eat.

Guaiguai, the national teacher Wang Yanting, whose courtesy name is Jin'an, is that such a romantic figure?

He actually wrote a biography for this weird thing?

The evil corpse became more and more angry, and thunder sounded loudly in the dark clouds.

"The Tao is different and does not plan for each other. Are you going to open your eyes to the thief who damages my Taoism?"

"I am far from that of Pang Degong. I am willing to try my best, and I just hope that you will return if you lose your way."

Speak.

Master Zhiming pointed at him from a distance.

The bedding that had been given to Xu Ye flew out of the ruins and fell into the hands of the Zen master, it turned into a seemingly ordinary scripture.

The original Zen Buddhist scripture—

"Guangsheng Lantern Record"

Seeing this, the evil corpse didn't say a word and rolled up black clouds and fled towards the sky.

The moonlight of the water chestnuts reappears, but strangely there is a dark red moon in the sky.

Every grass and tree, mountains, rivers and rivers around them are not like the scenery on earth.

Ji An opened his mouth wide and said in surprise: "Awesome, monk, why did you attract a bedding in one go? How did you scare away that trick?"

"Just luck."

Master Zhiming replied modestly and looked at Xu Ye: "Master Xu has been trapped in the hungry ghost realm for six days. If you step later, you may not be able to return to your body. I will take you back."

Xu Ye's eyes were circling around, constantly turning towards Ji An and Zhou Tong.

Master Zhiming knew his concerns.

He smiled and said, "Please rest assured, these two donors will have their own fate in the future."

After saying that, he flew away with Xu Yehuaguang.

Zhou Tong looked at the direction where Xu Ye left, looked sad, and sighed, "Brother is gone, I don't know when I will see you again."

"I will always see it." Ji An patted his shoulder and comforted him.

Then he showed a wicked smile, "Brother Xu has always been afraid of ghosts, so we will find an opportunity to scare him."

"It's not good to do this...it's just decided."

...

"Senior brother, is my closed disciple good?"

"Your door hasn't been opened, so how can you close the disciples?"

"Just like this, oh? Is the person awake?"

Xu Ye slowly opened his eyes.

The familiar Zen room, the familiar two monks, and the familiar pork trotters in the hands of Master Zhishen.

In addition to being particularly mentally exhausted, his whole body is intact.
To be continued...