Red Moon Recovery: A Cloudy Day at the Start

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One word is like Tarzan.

Submerge directly into the golden light.

After the font is passed, all the merits are automatically divided into two halves, giving way to a path.

Only then did Ye You Shen got up, put away the decree, and stepped into the old-fashioned room.

The things in the room were primitive and smelled of ink.

On the desk on the side, there is a piece of yellow paper with hundreds of pretty small characters written on it.

The ink marks are dry.

I had a busy night last night, and after I came back, I wrote the lawsuit for the whole morning.

The old way at this time, the dream is fragrant.

Snoring.

"Wu Qiufang...Wu Qiufang..."

In a daze, the old way seemed to hear someone calling his name.

"Whoever has such a lack of ethics and disturbs the good dreams of the poor, almost saw the spring of the nurse sisters last night."

Lao Dao stretched his waist, sleepy eyes, and got up from the bed.

However, I found that my door was opened at no time.

At the door, stood a giant more than three meters high with a fierce face.

Its face was frosty, with a weird smile on its face.

"Ouch... you are... the night goddess!?"

Old Dao was a joke, and immediately recognized the identity of this Youguang.

At Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple that day, I still relied on this ghost and **** to solve the problem of the blood Buddha.

"Exactly."

Outside the door, Ye You Shen said: "It is Lord Dijun who asked me to come and tell you."

"At midnight tonight, take the paper and go to Tianjun Temple."

"Your yin-like state, the landlord has taken it!"

Finished.

Ye Yu Shen suddenly beckoned, and the drawer on the table opened automatically.

Three sticks of sandalwood flew out of it.

"When you use this incense as a guide, you can naturally see the landlord."

Yeyoushen didn't stop after speaking, turned and left, his back disappeared into the darkness.

"Pattern—"

The wall clock on the wall rang lightly.

Old Dao suddenly opened his eyes.

Lie quietly for a while, seemingly still dazed.

He is always vigilant when he sleeps, and he will be awakened by any slight movement.

"Just... was dreaming?"

He stared at the ceiling, rolling his eyes round and round.

The old Tao sat up, slept for a long time, and wanted to drink.

He turned on the light.

next moment.

The three sandalwood on the table came into view.

The door of his rented room was also half opened.

A slight cold wind blows from outside.

Old Tao rubbed his head and eyes.

"This is real!"

"Fuck, Yeyoushen really came just now?"

"If you let the iron irons know that they were entrusted by the night goddess to their dreams, they wouldn't be envious of them."

The old way seems to have come to the spirit.

Jumped off the bed and hurriedly started to tidy up.

...

"Hello, Tietie, I haven't seen you in a day, do you think I'm handsome again?"

On the Luchuan Expressway.

Among a speeding taxi, the driver couldn't help rolling his eyes and glanced at the wretched old Taoist sitting in the back row.

A handful of age,

So shameless.

This is still the anchor. When I bargained with him, he was pretty pretty.

"Yeah, the old way is not dead yet, when will the money of Lao Tzu be refunded to me."

"The old way is in the car, why are you going to explore where you are, are you ready to go to your house for a table?"

"This shameless old man doesn't look like a good person. How many children are there for a meal?"

"Old way, I love you. I love you!!!"

"Fuck! What kind of big ballast is talking about upstairs, hurry up and cross it out, it's weird."

...

Old Tao was not happy at the time.

"Look at it, look at it, this big-ball netizen, you don't like to listen to these old words."

"Do you think you are jealous of my old-fashioned face? And that cute little Nini Tietie, is it a cute girl? We are confessing it privately."

After the "Hit End" the water friends.

The veteran smiled a few times with the iconic wretchedness.

"Talk about business and talk about business."

"The next thing the old way will do is probably that you have never heard of it."

"However, due to the particularity of this incident, it may be necessary to keep it secret for a while!"

"???" When we asked us to brush gifts, it was my good brother. Now that there are exciting projects, they are kept secret from us?"

Some water friends are very angry.

However, these things, the old way will not care.

Continue to say with a hippie smile:

"There will be major events in Dachuan City these days. If there are nearby railways, you can go out and take shelter for a few days."

"There is one more thing to announce to everyone. The old way has been live broadcast for so long. Next, I may rest for a while."

"Of course, if there is a chance, I will definitely come to see you again."

"Let’s do that today, goodbye, iron irons, love you~ and the cute Nini, wait for the old way to send you a private message!"

After the veteran said this, he didn't read the content of the screen on the phone again.

Turn off the phone.

The smile on his face gradually disappeared.

After tonight.

He himself didn't know what it would be like in the future.

...

Southwest of Lucheng.

There was still a moment away.

There were almost no pedestrians on the streets at this time in the past

But this time.

Because of the presence of a heavenly monarch here.

Coupled with the influx of foreign tourists.

There are still many living people in some lively places.

A taxi stopped not far from Tianjun Temple.

Lao Dao got out of the car, carrying the box, and headed in the direction of the temple.

After so many hours of work.

With the strong support of the government, the entire Tianjun Temple has been completely renewed, and the air is still filled with a touch of sandalwood.

A large square was expanded around the original tree-lined path.

There are also several shops located in all corners of the square.

"This place is more magnificent than it was when I visited last time."

"It wouldn't be bad if it was a shop on this long dwelling."

Talk to yourself a few times as you pass the old road.

Cross the familiar bluestone trail.

The temple of blue bricks and red tiles appeared in front of the old Tao.

Tianjun's door was open.

Seems to be waiting for someone.

There is a cool breeze blowing out from time to time.

If it is in other places, the old-fashioned mentality will be a little afraid.

After all, it was late at night.

There has been a saying throughout the ages.

One does not enter the temple, and the two do not look at the well.

Although Lao Dao is alone now, he is in front of this temple.

But it makes people particularly at ease.

He put the box under the stairs of the temple.

Opened it and took out a few items.

Three sandalwood, a paper book, and a lighter.

Very rudimentary.

But it is enough.

Lao Dao stood before Tianjun's clay sculpture.

The face is solemn.

Light three sandalwood incense and insert them into the incense burner respectfully.

He tidied his robe slightly.

Kneel down on the futon.

In both hands he held the paper that had already been written.

"Wu Qiufang, a living man in the world of Yangyang, sued Tianyu Group in Dachuan City for buying and selling life, raising ghosts, and ignoring the laws of the sun, but because of his tyranny, no one dared to rule, suffering to our people in the world, there is no sky."

With the old words.

In Tianjun Temple, it seemed that a cloudy wind began to blow.

Cold but not bitter.

The incense he ignited rose with green smoke.

The old Taoist seems to be unaware of all this, and the whole person is still talking about the content on the paper.

"There are gods three feet above the head, and the gods three feet high are heavenly monarchs."

"Wu Qiufang sincerely knows that Heavenly Monarch is the lord of the Netherworld Palace, with boundless powers. I implore Heavenly Monarch to decree and thoroughly investigate this matter. If it is half false, Wu Qiufang is willing to suffer the suffering of eternal fall to hell. If the situation is true, I implore Tianjun to take action. Exterminate this scourge of the Yangjian generation, my dear, Wu Qiufang, is willing to spend the rest of his life in guarding the temple for the heavenly monarch."

The veteran voice is sonorous and powerful.

"Baitianjun!"

After reading the last sentence, he held the paper in his hand and buckled it to the end.

moment.

Inside the temple.

There is faint light blooming.

A whirlpool seemed to go straight to Jiuxiao.

A yin wind blew the paper in the hands of the old Taoist and landed in front of the mud statue.

The vortex stretched out.

HTC's voice shook open.

"allow!"

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