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    Song looked at his son Jiang Enjun who was lying on the ground. He was already dead and Luo Min was also unconscious.  Neighbors in the village hurriedly carried Luo Min to a nearby health center. Three days later, Luo Min died. The doctor had no idea what strange problem Luo Min had. The patient was unconscious and swollen all over. He was neither poisoned nor injured.  Finally, he died of respiratory failure.  In this way, Jiang Fan's grandfather took him to the more remote Liangshui Village, firstly to avoid Li Canghai, and secondly to find a way to break the "Curse of Ending Decline".  During this period, Song tried thousands of methods, but none of them cracked the "Decay-Ending Curse" on Jiang Fan. He only found this sentence in the "Maoshan Talisman" book: "The Decay-Cutting Curse is extremely vicious. There is a trace in the life root of the victim.  The black mark means that every year on the winter solstice, the luck will decline and the person will be extremely unlucky. When the black mark reaches its roots, it will fester and die immediately! Unless we meet the white tiger, the green dragon and the white tiger, we will be able to achieve peace and prosperity. " "Grandpa, don't leave me."  Jiang Fan became excited and trembled all over. Jiang Fan kept rolling around on the bed, his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.  "That is your past, let it go, it is already in the past, Amitabha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form!" The old monk's voice was like a spring breeze bathing, calming Jiang Fan's mood.  Jiang Fan continued to think back, and he saw himself in his mother's belly, and his mother and father were walking hand in hand.  Time flew by, like a movie replaying, and Jiang Fan saw himself three hundred years ago. He turned out to be Jiang Fanchen, the third generation descendant of the Maoshan Sect.  "Then Jiang Fan saw the woman next to Jiang Fanchen, who turned out to be Zhuge Lanxin, but Zhuge Lanxin's name was not that at that time, but Shirley Ping.  Only then did Jiang Fan understand what Zhuge Lanxin meant when she drew the lottery.  It turns out that Zhuge Lanxin's destined person is herself. What earth-shattering love story does he have with her?  The camera continued to play back, and Jiang Fan saw that Xue Liping was a concubine in the imperial palace in Beijing. That year, Jiang Fanchen went to the palace with his master, Dong Tiancheng, the head of the Maoshan Sect, to exorcise ghosts.  The weather that day was very good and the spring scenery was bright. Jiang Fanchen was very curious when he entered the palace for the first time and looked around.  Suddenly Jiang Fanchen saw a handkerchief on the ground. He picked it up. There was a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on the handkerchief, as well as a poem: "The willow colors cover the painting building, and the dawn orioles sing to fill the palace with sorrow. Every year, no one sees the fallen flowers.  "The handkerchief exudes the faint fragrance of orchid. Jiang Fanchen put it under his nose and smelled it. He smelled the scent of a woman's body and suddenly heard a woman's voice, "Brother, your hand is gone.  I dropped the handkerchief, please give it back to me!" Jiang Fanchen turned around and was stunned. Standing in front of him was a beautiful girl with willow eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, oval face, and cherry mouth.  Her pink cheeks are so beautiful.  "Oh, is this your handkerchief? Did you embroider this mandarin duck? It's so beautifully embroidered!" Jiang Fanchen smiled and handed the handkerchief to the girl.  "Well, I embroidered it, thank you!" The girl shyly took the handkerchief.  "Girl, what's your name?" Jiang Fanchen asked with a smile. He liked the girl in front of him very much, and it felt like it was love at first sight.  "My name is Shirley Ping!" After saying that, she rushed away.  Later, Jiang Fanchen learned that Shirley Ping was a concubine in the palace. She had been in the palace for three years and had never even seen the emperor.  While the master was exorcising ghosts in the palace, Jiang Fanchen and Shirley Ping slowly got to know each other. Six days later, on the night when Jiang Fanchen was going back, Jiang Fanchen said goodbye to Shirley Ping.  Although they have only known each other for six days, the two have already connected with each other. "Fanchen, when can you come to the palace?" Shirley Ping said quietly, feeling very sad. She knew that this might be the last time she saw Jiang Fanchen.  Jiang Fanchen shook his head and said, "I don't know. Maybe it will be a while before I come to the palace with my master to drive out ghosts. Maybe I won't come again." He also couldn't bear to part with Shirley Ping because he had fallen in love with her.  Shirley Ping looked at Jiang Fanchen affectionately, her heart suddenly changed, and she made an astonishing decision, "Fanchen, you can stay here tonight!" Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, her face was as red as a persimmon, and she lowered her head.  He bowed his head, not daring to look at Jiang Fanchen.  "The most fearful thing between men and women is that one person is in love and the other is intentional. When a woman proposes to stay overnight, I wonder which man can withstand such temptation.  Jiang Fanchen immediately hugged Shirley and kissed her crazily. Their lips were immediately attracted to each other like magnets. ??????????? Then Jiang Fanchen¡¯s hands became dishonest and touched Shirley Ping¡¯s big watermelon, massaging it vigorously, ¡°Oh!¡± Shirley Ping gasped, her whole body trembled, and she immediately collapsed in Jiang Fanchen¡¯s arms.  A moment later, Shirley Ping's cry of pain was heard, followed by her joyful gasping sound. She finally tasted the joy between men and women.  From then on, Jiang Fanchen and Shirley Ping had close contacts, and Jiang Fanchen used the technique of escaping to escape from the ground.??Sneaked into the palace and had an affair with Shirley Ping.  Six months later, Jiang Fanchen not only had an affair with Shirley Ping, but also had affairs with other concubines in the palace. Since the emperor was too busy, Jiang Fanchen favored him.  Jiang Fan finally saw the faces of the other concubines who had an affair with Jiang Fanchen, oh my god!  Those concubines turned out to be the current Liang Yan, Li Hanyan, Shu Min, Zhang Xiaolei, Wang Xiaoman, Li Zhiling and others. It turned out that these women had a relationship with him three hundred years ago!  What is fate?  This is the fate!  " Jiang Fanchen was definitely going to get into trouble if he was messing around in the palace like this. Later, many of the concubines became pregnant. Finally, the incident came to light. The emperor found out about it and was very angry.  Jiang Fanchen immediately took these concubines and used escape skills to escape from the palace overnight, and an escape began.  At that time, this incident shocked the government and the public. The emperor immediately sent experts to hunt down Jiang Fanchen and others. One of the experts was Taoist Xuesha.  In the end, Jiang Fanchen, Shirley Ping and other women fled to Donghai Prefecture, which is now Donghai City.  In the end, he was forced to flee into a ruined temple. This ruined temple is the same temple where the Xuesha Taoist is now hiding.  An unexpected tragedy happened next. It turned out that an ambush had been set up in this ruined temple, and women such as Jiang Fanchen and Shirley Ping came to the door.  After a fight, Jiang Fanchen was seriously injured and captured. When the Xuesha Taoist wanted to humiliate his women, the women without exception chose to bite their tongues and commit suicide. "Fangchen, let's get together in the next life!" This is Shirley  The last words left by Ping, she bit her tongue and committed suicide.  Jiang Fan was very excited. His heart almost broke. His body began to tremble. The voice of the old monk came to his mind again: "All conditioned Dharma are like bubbles in a dream, like dew or lightning. All of this should be viewed as such.  It¡¯s all illusory, don¡¯t take it too seriously, it happened three hundred years ago!¡± To readers: The first update is here! Recommended £¼£¼Creation God£¾£¾, it¡¯s very exciting!
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