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In the legend of "half not much", the heaven, human, demonic path, underworld, and a crack at the intersection of four paths can come and go everywhere, and there are four realms channels here.∈↗

Immortals, humans, gods, demons, ghosts, and demons pass through here and travel to and from the four realms.

"Half-not many" is in the four realms, but not in the four realms. Therefore, the four realms of heaven, man, demon, and ghost are not controlled here. As time goes by, demons, humans, gods, immortals and ghosts gather together, and gradually becomes a four-involuntary realm.

On weekdays, in addition to the local demons and ghosts living inhabiting, the gods who violate the rules of heaven, hide here, kill people, escape the monsters and ghosts who escape the pursuit, as well as the gods and people who come here to catch monsters and practice Taoism.

In the middle of the night, within 500 miles, Luoshui Town, which had not rained a drop of rain for three years, was in front of the Wulan Lantern Inn in Luoshui Town, a bald waiter with a face full of greasy face and a very vulgar appearance, sitting at the door of the store, dozing off all the time.

"Quick!!! Quick!!! Give me a lantern! I won't have to reply for a long time!"

Suddenly, a panic-torn voice sounded, with fear and panic in it, as if a desperate escaper was escaping!

"Um?!!"

Suddenly, the waiter in the inn in front of Wulan Lantern's door subconsciously opened his eyes. He saw a face covered with snow-white hair and hair. He recognized this face.

"Millennium Ginseng Scientific?! What's wrong with you?"

Looking at the panicked thousand-year-old ginseng essence, the bald waiter asked in surprise.

"Stop asking. Don't ask now!! Give me a lantern!! Give me a lantern!!!"

Without answering the question of the bald shop waiter, the thousand-year-old ginseng essence with snow-white hair and hair on his face grabbed the other party's sleeves. His expression was filled with anxiety!

"Okay! OK! OK! I'll give it to you! Look at your lifeless look! Hurry up and go to the underworld to be reincarnated!!"

He pulled a hand of thousand-year-old ginseng essence and pulled his sleeves away. The bald waiter then took out a lantern from the side and handed it to the other party.

"Thank you, thank you. I'll invite you to drink next time I have the chance!!"

After taking the lantern, it seemed like I had obtained a life-saving treasure. The cold sweat on the face of the thousand-year-old ginseng semen seemed to have fallen.

The cold sweat dripped from his face, and the bald shop waiter raised his eyebrows slightly, waved his hand, but took away all the sweat.

"Looking at your death, I'll wipe your face."

He took away the sweat of the thousand-year-old ginseng essence with satisfaction. The waiter said with a smile as if he had taken a big advantage.

Ginseng essence that has been psychic for thousands of years and has been cultivated into genitals is rare in the world! If you use it to stew medicine, it will definitely be an extraordinary treasure of heaven and earth!

After taking it, it is definitely not much different from it, not only if it ascends in the sky immediately.

Even just a drop of his sweat is enough to kill people and make them white bones.

If anyone wants to take his sweat on weekdays, the Thousand-year-old ginseng essence will definitely turn against him immediately.

Because these sweats are actually not his sweat. He is a thousand-year-old ginseng essence, so he has no sweat. This is the essence he has been injured and lost.

Regardless of the waiter's actions and words, he took the lantern and the thousand-year-old ginseng spirit directly hit the wall under the Five Lanterns. However, before, a water dim waved on the wall. He disappeared on the wall.

"Hey! It seems that this deadly guy is probably provoking some amazing person. He was chased so much that he fled in such a panic...."

Watching the thousand-year-old ginseng essence disappear on the wall, the bald waiter shook his head.

He recognized this thousand-year-old ginseng essence, because the other party was originally a sperm that was born from half a few, and there were only half a few such places that some people were able to practice and transform into human forms and have been spiritually connected for thousands of years.

If you put it in the world, you may have been caught for a long time and used to refine medicine.

More than half a step is a gap between the four realms. In addition to the few inns gradually established due to the interactions of various humans, immortals, ghosts and gods, there is a void wilderness outside, and the space is very unstable. Ordinary immortals, ghosts and demons dare not jump around and walk around at will, because once they are lost and fallen and are swept away by the void turbulence, they may never come back in their lifetime.

But the void wilderness outside has more than half a step, including Xianze Water Swamp and Lingshan Yin Pond, which has nurtured many spiritual creatures and monsters, which is their paradise.

Half a step or a little more than a step is a metaphor for the meaning of no more among the four realms here.

Of course, half-step can maintain the current situation that is not under the control of the four realms and will not be wiped out by the powerful powers of the four realms. The reason is that half-step does not belong to any realm and does not interfere in anything.

Although the thousand-year-old ginseng essence was born in half a step and is now being chased, if the other party catches up, no one will help him if he takes half a step, unless it is his own friend.

This is the rule of more than half a step.

After the thousand-year-old ginseng essence with white hair and beards entered more than half a step, not long after, on the quiet street in the middle of the night, the noise and footsteps of the two people talking from far to near were suddenly heard.

The masters of these two voices, one with a little hesitation in a gentle manner, sounded like a young and humble gentleman, while the other sounded rough and vast, with a little dullness and philanthropy. It seemed that you could tell that they were a big man by the sound.

The footsteps were approaching. Sure enough, the two people who arrived were a scholar wearing a book basket and a long blue gown with a very pretty appearance, while the other was a man wearing a short black cloth shirt with a bare chest and a large piece of black hair on his chest and a short knife on his waist, like a butcher.

"Hey, hey, we agreed that I will save your life. You can drink another sip of water, add profit money, and give it a discount. That is eight taels of silver. You can't even lose one of my money."

He pulled the sleeve of the scholar in blue, and the strong man with a butcher-like appearance was chattering endlessly, as if he was worried that the scholar beside him would not pay his money.

"Don't worry, you have to be a person with a promise. I know this principle. I will definitely pay it back to you if I owe you eight taels of silver. When I arrive at Baozhitang, I will get the money back to you after I get the first month's monthly money."

Faced with the entanglement of the butcher and the man, the scholar in the green shirt seemed a little helpless, but still explained to him in a gentle voice.

"Hehe, so, I'm going to take you away, or where will I go to ask you for money."

After the scholar in green clothes said, the strong man smiled proudly, as if he was dragging him forward.

"Dang! Dang!"

While the two were talking, a very rapid metal collision sound suddenly came from a distance, and the strong man's face suddenly changed!

"What's it?!"

Subconsciously, the strong man pulled the scholar in the blue shirt beside him and looked behind him. A figure quickly pulled closer, but it was a young monk wearing a cassock, holding a Zen stick and a bowl!

The sound of the sound of metal collision was made by the Zen stick in his hand!

The monk's eyes were cold, as cold as the cold wind in the cold winter in September. One glance seemed to make people's minds frozen!

He seemed to be just walking very ordinary. His steps were natural, but it was shocking. Every step he took, the ground seemed to shorten the distance out of thin air.

Shrink the ground into a ruler. One step is ten feet!

"This monk!!"

When the young monk saw this cold-eyed look, the expression on the face of the strong man holding the scholar in the blue shirt became very serious.

"The monk's eyes were completely merciful. He was simply a singing vajra who killed animals, and I'm afraid he was not a good person!"

Thinking so in his heart, the strong man made no hesitation and moved away from the side. At the same time, he grabbed the scholar in Qingshan and pulled him to the edge of the street.

The strong man thinks he has some skills, but at the door of more than half a step, there are often experts coming in and out. He is not afraid of things, but now he has important things, so he is naturally unwilling to do more things if he can do less.

His eyes were cold, and the monk holding a Zen stick and a bowl came like an illusion, but when he walked closer to the two, his speed slowed down, like an ordinary person, but he walked towards the front without looking sideways, pointing directly to the Five Lantern Inn in front.

But at this moment, suddenly, as if he was sensing something, the monk stopped his steps, and the golden Zen stick in his hand stood on the ground with a "clang" sound. At the same time, he turned his head and looked at the two people standing beside the street.

He was shocked. The big man with a short black face and the pretty scholar in the green shirt were suddenly shocked. But then, looking at the young monk, the strong man with a beard said nothing, but the scholar in the green shirt nodded to the young monk and bowed.

"Amitabha."

The monk stared at the scholar in green clothes and the bearded man looked at the monk's eyes. He seemed to be spiritless and spiritual, but he put a single palm on the two of them and pronounced a Buddha's name.

After barely saying hello to the two, before the two standing on the side of the street responded, the young monk turned around and walked directly to the inn where the five lanterns were hung.

"Amitabha."

When he walked to the five Lanterns, the bald waiter with a glossy face, the young monk with cold eyes once again put his hands together and proclaimed the Buddha's name.

"So it's a monk. Is it going to take more than half a step?"

When he heard the monk's name, his face was gloomy and his head was shrunk. His vulgar look raised his head and looked inexplicably, and asked this question.

"Amitabha, along the way, I was chasing an old friend. His feet were better than mine, so I arrived first."

With one hand in one hand, the monk's cold eyes relaxed slightly and became a little stagnant. He answered like this.

"You monk, you have chased him to the door of someone else, and you won't let him go?"

After receiving the monk's answer, the waiter raised his eyebrows, shook his head, leaned out slightly, and said.

“…”

Facing the waiter's question, he seemed to have some ideas. The young monk with cold eyes did not answer the first time, but his expression was sharp and his cold eyes stared at the other party's eyes.

Then he paused. The monk did not answer his words. He seemed to know the rules that were very good at half a step, but just continued to say,

"I'm sorry to borrow lanterns for use."

Half steps are mostly in the gap between the four realms, and there is a powerful person who opens a special one-way channel in the human path and half steps. However, there must be more than half steps to open the channel, otherwise this road will not be available.

Hearing the monk's words, the waiter looked slightly cold and seemed to sigh in secret. But he, who was well versed in the rules, did not dare to meddle in other people's business, just continued.

"Monk Dharma name?"

"Fahai."

Facing the waiter's question, the young monk with cold eyes answered very simply.

“Where comes from?”

The waiter continued to ask.

“From wherever you come.”

Fahai's eyes were frozen. He lowered his head slightly, stared at the front, and answered like this.

"Where to go?"

The waiter asked again.
To be continued...