The long sitting posture made his waist feel a little tired. In order to maintain a good state during the next working hours, Yin had to get up and rest to move his muscles. Unconsciously, he walked around the office and frowned, as if there was something hidden in his heart to wipe it off. He walked to the office window with consciousness, looking at the gloomy dark clouds in the sky of Shanghai outside the window. The clouds at high altitude covered the sky like countless black dragons intertwined together. Occasionally, thick sounds flashed in the clouds.

Thunder. The water vapor between the sky and the earth and the window condensed together little by little to form deep cold waves. Yin rode in front of the window, and the cold air kept coming. In a trance, a trace of ice condensed on the window glass, pounced at him like hungry snakes screaming. The shadows were heavy, and they disappeared one by one in an instant. The incandescent lamps in the office emitted the moonlight of the defeat, which made people unable to absorb any warmth. Yin Xian shook his shirt, then touched the warm teacup containing wolfberry in his hand, and the throbbing in his heart subsided.

Located at the junction of north and south of China, it has a subtropical monsoon climate. The rainfall season is concentrated in June to September. Like the upcoming rainy weather, it is really rare in April. Mayor Yin thought about it and decided to concentrate and remove the strangeness in his heart. Suddenly, a faint white light rose in his eyes, and the white light slowly flowed in his eyes, gradually forming a roll of bamboo slips. Mayor Yin looked up at the dark clouds in the sky. The white light that turned into bamboo slips shot into the sky. Countless dark clouds slowly disappeared, and a terrifying black shadow appeared in the clouds, causing the powerful evil spirit to crash into the white light emitted by Mayor Yin.

"Puff" Although the white literary atmosphere rose from behind Yin when he was attacked, the evil energy penetrated the literary atmosphere like an iron cone. A huge force hit Yin's chest and hit him on the desk behind him. Covering his chest, he felt like his internal organs were displaced. Yin uttered a few words: "Evil demon, heretic?"

Dongdong, the sound of footsteps sounded in the corridor. A young man with golden wire-framed glasses, with a panic on his face hurriedly pushed open the office door and rushed to the messy desk to help him breathe. "Yin, you are so injured. Do you want me to call the medical staff here?"

"No, Xiao Jin quickly go to Director Sun of the Municipal Bureau and ask him to be more vigilant recently. If you don't say anything else, just say they are back." "But, your body?" Secretary Jin stopped talking, but when he saw Mayor Yin's serious expression, he felt like he was pressing over from his eyebrows, which made him unable to refuse. Secretary Jin subconsciously shook his thighs and had to leave in a hurry.

After sending off Secretary Jin, Yin rubbed his injured chest and sat cross-legged. A few white literary energy came out of his heart, gradually along the meridians to help him activate the blood and drive out the black evil spirit that invaded his body. After a while, Mayor Yin's face became rosy again. He stood up and stood up, looked at the dark clouds gathering in the sky, and murmured: "It's a turbulent autumn."

In Biyunjing Temple, the sound of wooden fishes were rubbed by the tent. Even though the river outside the temple seemed to be a huge wave several meters raised by an evil dragon, Zen Master Kelian in the temple still sat on the cushion and recited the scriptures quietly. With the sound of Buddha, circles of Buddha light appeared in the outer wall of Biyunjing Temple, smoothing the raging river water in the river one by one. A few evil breaths emerged from a ball of sewage in the river, and drilled into the bodies of several Brazilian turtles in the river like a wriggling nematode. The Brazilian turtle shook its tail inserted into the mud,

It seemed that nothing had invaded his body, but the red edge on its forehead had begun to flicker in a dark way. The Bodhi leaves in the courtyard fell, forming circles one after another. The cute little donor in Biyun Temple was dozing off in the arms of the Buddhist scriptures, and the older brother quietly draped his plain clothes on his small body. All the waves calmed down in a trance. The sound of the wooden fish in Zen Master Kelian's hand echoed in the temple, the Buddha was whispering, not knowing where the demon was. The demon was roaring, the demon was in the sky...

In front of the statue of the Dacheng Temple of the Taoist Ziyun Immortal Courtyard, Confucius Wenxuan Wang Xingru Prosperous Heavenly Venerable, a sloppy old Taoist lying on a bamboo chair, shaking the palm fan in his hand one after another, and his mouth sizzled as if he was savoring the fine wine in the gourd at his feet. A pot of turbid wine, three taels of fresh water, and the drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River were drizzling. The huge bronze incense burner outside the hall burned the faint green smoke of many believers, and a few candlelight rose quietly into the sky, like the stars in the night, and the invisible power stabilized the coming black clouds. The old cow in the village kept moaning, and the big black dog at the entrance of the village was stalking under the stone chair and shivering. The world seemed to be covered by a huge vacuum, with no sound, no fear, or even no breathing.

After a long time, everything seemed to have color again. The cow began to gently press the fence under the cowshed with his head as if it was tickling. The big black dog under the stone chair had long disappeared, and everything seemed to have color again. The sky in the east was like a huge blank eaten by unknown things, telling what had happened here. It was born and destroyed, and the transformation was numerous. The palm fan in the hand of the old Taoist priest on the chair squirted lightly, and the impact gradually changed from black to white, from white to black. This mountain is still this mountain, this water is still this water, this village is still this village.

The confrontation in the Shanghai realm has become insignificant in the entire vast China. Every day, countless darkness rolls on the back of the world. The chapters of prosperity in this vast territory have been sung for many years. The turbid path of prosperity, and the human hearts are drifting with the flow in the muddy world aura, which provides active cause and effect for some unknown ghosts and yin who have disappeared in the dark corner for hundreds of years. The Tao divides yin and yang,

People divide good and evil into evil, good people enter the dark land to be spirit, and evil people enter the dark land to be ghosts. The turbid paths in prosperous times, and evil spirits transformed by evil thoughts are all in the cause and effect of the heavens. In the human way, there are those who practice Taoism, no self, good and evil, follow the heavens, and Feng Shui creates one qi; those who practice martial arts have their body like a furnace, their hearts subside violent apes, and their internal and external combinations are one nature; those who practice Confucianism are officials and official qi, and they produce good energy in the wild, and their blood produces wonderful pens; those who practice Buddhas have their hearts and their hearts have their sea of ​​suffering, and they cross the world, and they are the world.

Newcomers are not used to it, so please forgive me.

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