The red sun is rising, it is very beautiful, and the golden clouds around it are like a half-cooked omelette.

In the early morning, there was a faint mist in the mountains and forests, and the morning sun was like golden curtains, and the vast mountains in the distance were obscured by clouds and mist.

There is a recess on the cliffs of the deep mountains, and the mist of the hot spring water rises in a blur, blending with the clouds and mist in the morning, beautiful and illusory, like a fairyland on earth.

No bird or beast likes to drink hot spring water, and the flowers and trees next to it are gorgeous, with purple vines like curtains.

The advantage of taking a hot spring alone is that it is quiet enough, no one is disturbed, and you can eat fruit in the hot spring, comfortable and cozy.

Tender and slender arms lay at the edge of the pool at will, picking up the fruit floating on the water and throwing it into the mouth from time to time, chewing without chewing, eating the pulp and spitting out the core.

"Puff~"

The high temperature of the hot spring makes the white skin slightly pink, and the vermilion lips are even more delicate, and the black hair is spread out at will, and it rises and falls slightly with the water waves.

The surface of the water is misty, and you can vaguely see the long white tail swinging slightly underwater, which is not like an ordinary snake's tail, and the back is covered with bone spurs. There is a special beauty in the hideousness.

Squinting his eyes, he continued to throw fruit in his mouth.

I accidentally ate the immature ones, which tasted sour and wrinkled.

"Bah bah bah..."

Spit out what was in his mouth, look around and take a sip of hot spring water with his head down domineeringly. After rinsing his mouth, he felt much more comfortable.

Squint your eyes and continue to soak in the hot springs. All you need to do is to enjoy your life every day, adjust the atmosphere and ensure the weather in the village is smooth.

Suddenly got up from the water, the hot spring water drops along the smooth and condensed skin, thick black hair covered his back, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned and stared in a certain direction.

Faintly aware of inexplicable malice.

Demon's instinctive perception is usually much higher than that of human beings, just like the commonly known sixth sense, which can predict good and bad things in the dark.

After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't think about what was going on. I have always kept myself safe. I have stayed here in recent decades, and I haven't provoke any sectarian forces.

The monk in the stockade has no problem, and he lives in peace every day. The sun rises and the sun sets, and he is no different from ordinary people.

Malice came and went quickly, and soon disappeared.

Shaking his head, decided not to think about these things, and sank again into the hot spring pool, the mist rose, and a huge white figure was vaguely visible underwater.

The month of recovery is the busy season.

The villagers are busy working and whether they can have a good year depends on this time, weeding and planting rice seedlings, plain and ordinary life.

The old man was very happy. With the help of the Lord Buddha, he needed to do a lot less. Perhaps it was the most relaxing year.

At the same time, it's a pity, why are you a monk?

My daughter is not yet a good one, the more I look at the Buddha, the more satisfied she is. Maybe we can persuade him to stay in the stockade.

But he also knows that this is unlikely, so he just thinks about it in his heart, and he certainly won't say it.

The Lord Buddha straightened up, let out a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Without using extraordinary power, it is no different from ordinary people. Since you want to find the Buddha in your heart, you have to be down-to-earth.

He has a feeling that in this stockade, he may be able to find part of the answer.

The sweating action stopped, and he looked up into the distance.

Thousands of peaks and valleys, undulating hills, the water is shimmering, and the pale green is dotted among the brown rocks.

His eyes did not fall into the picturesque scenery in front of him, the black pupils seemed to have crossed the barrier of time, and a temple located on a high mountain was faintly visible.

The golden light of the main hall is dazzling, the pilgrims are in an endless stream, the rich incense is gathering, the luck is extremely strong, and the huge formations continue to gather the surrounding spiritual power here.

Withdraw his sight, drink saliva and continue to work.

"Master, the seedlings are gone, please help me to get some." The old man shouted.

"Okay." The Lord Buddha nodded, temporarily stopped his farm work, and walked towards the ridge.

..

The room full of girlish atmosphere, the lighting is soft and bright, there are a few cute dolls on the bedside, and the green plants on the window sill gently sway in the breeze at night.

The girl sits on the bed, her face is delicate and beautiful, her dark hair is scattered, her feet are small and white, her magical mobile phone is projecting a light screen, and her information is constantly refreshed.

"Did you know? Our gods of death live by taking others' lives."

The voice of indistinguishable gender sounded, and the **** of death stood upside down in the air as if there was no gravity, staring at the girl in front of him with a weird face.

"What do you mean?" Jiang Wanshang asked casually.

The **** of death changed to a half-lying position, one arm propped his head: "The person whose name is written in the notebook will die earlier than before..."

"The **** of death took away the remaining lifespan?" Jiang Wanshang continued to look at his gaze, interrupting the **** of death's words without raising his head.

"How does the **** of death know people's names?"

Jiang Wanshang stopped browsing the light curtain, raised his head to look at the death **** ahead, that strange face seemed to have a weird smile.

"I saw it."

After a few seconds of silence, she said softly.

"Ha." The **** of death approached slightly and stared at the girl's eyes. Those weird eyes exuded a faint light, "Just look at the other person's face and you can see the name and life span."

"So, can you see my lifespan?" Jiang Wanshang narrowed his eyes slightly, "and the name of the person who followed me?"

"Do you want the eyes of death?"

The words of the **** of death were full of temptation, Jiang Wanshang quickly calmed down, with a little smile on his face: "It turns out that it is, let's talk about it, what is the price?"

"Half of your remaining life."

"Don't even think about it."

Jiang Wanshang's smile disappeared, and he picked up the magic phone.

Half of the life span, half of the life span, and only a quarter of the dragon king summoned once, the **** of death is too black-hearted and not cost-effective at all.

"Then how do you find out the other party's name?" Reaper was not disappointed because the transaction failed.

For him, life in the human world is just the pleasure of a long life, and even the moon itself is nothing worthy of attention.

Jiang Wanchang didn't speak, as if thinking of something, he took the black notebook next to him.

Rules are written on the first few pages of the notebook.

A few strands of restless hair swayed slightly, casting a black shadow, green jade fingers ran across the surface of the paper, and the vermilion lips lightly opened, reciting the words recorded on it...historical

"Okay, pass."

With the voice of a certain boss, the filming came to an end for the time being, all the staff present were relieved and looked at Jiang Wanshang with admiration.

To be able to pass easily in the eyes of such a strict boss, perhaps this is the so-called talent.

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