Feng Wuli had a dream.
A string of ringing bells sounded in the dream.
There was another person who was chanting something, like a large group of monks in the temple knocking on wooden fish and chanting sutras.
The picture gradually became clearer, and he saw a young Taoist priest wearing a yellow robe and a vertical hat standing in front of a loess grave in a wilderness.
The ground on the tomb cracked, and first a woman's hand stretched out, and finally Wang Xilou, wearing a wedding dress, returned from the ground.
The Taoist priest laughed maniacally.
"Ha, haha! No practitioner has discovered that you have such a powerful spirit. I will train you to become an immortal and become the best corpse immortal in the ages!"
This Taoist priest was the one who secretly instigated the wealthy businessman Liu's family to arrange a secret marriage for his deceased son. He also bluntly said that a woman from the next village, Wang Xilou, the eldest daughter of the Wang family, had the most perfect birth date and horoscope for his son.
In the secluded forest, Wang Xilou, wearing a wedding dress with a yellow talisman on his forehead, stretched out his arms and followed the old Taoist priest in a hopping jump.
Every time it rises and falls, it disappears lightly into the night without making any sound.
From then on, in the world of practitioners and monsters, a practitioner who claimed to be the Taoist Master of Corpse Exorcism appeared. He was a very powerful guy because he had a very powerful zombie.
People call the zombie the wedding girl.
Tigers and leopards slay in the mountains, and dragons are killed in the sea.
A ringing bell, a wedding dress.
Twenty and one years later, the married woman became famous, and the young Taoist priest was no longer young.
"Girl in wedding dress, although I was the one who killed you back then, I was also the one who gave you a second life. I know you are about to regain your sanity, but you should not hate me, but be grateful to me."
The old Taoist priest's hair was black and white, but the stiff girl was becoming more and more agile.
She has red lips and a pink face, and is pretty, but her forehead is pressed against the talisman. Her beautiful face is as calm as water. I wonder if she has any thoughts at all.
Those who tame camels would tie the rope tying the camel to an iron nail on the ground. When the camels were young, they would not resent the restraint of the rope and would pull the rope. However, the iron nail exposed on the ground seemed to be a small one. The part in the ground was three to four meters deep. No matter how hard the camel struggled, it was of no avail. In the end, the exhausted little camel succumbed to the small iron nails. Even when it finally grew up, it no longer resisted the restraints of the rope. .
The same goes for this talisman. With the strength of the wedding girl soaring, a talisman of that level should have been unable to suppress her long ago.
It's not that the talisman is powerful, but that the talisman attached to the wedding girl's forehead is powerful.
The old Taoist priest didn't dare to bet that the other party really didn't hate him. He didn't dare to tear off the talisman. He was afraid that the other party would kill him immediately.
Human practitioners do not become immortals, and their life span is not much different from that of mortals. Taoist priests are also getting older.
The corpse exorcist took the wedding girl to all the famous mountains and rivers.
"It's been fifty years. To you, I look more at my most perfect work."
The old Taoist priest was hunched over, getting older and older, and the wedding girl was still following him around like a puppet without saying a word.
"Wedding Girl, can you hear me? I'm about to die. For a zombie as powerful as you, someone will definitely want you. I don't want you to be obtained, so I'm going to destroy you."
Five more years passed, and the bride was still following her.
Obviously, the Taoist priests could not take action at that time.
"Girl in wedding dress, do you hate me?"
He didn't tear off the talisman, so he wouldn't have an answer.
While walking along Nanguan Road, the old Taoist priest met a group of celebrities.
They are all practitioners, and they all come here to steal girls for marriage.
The old Taoist priest regretted not destroying her back then, but after all, he had lived for so many years and his strength was naturally unfathomable. In the end, he exhausted all his means and was evenly matched with those practitioners.
Exhausting all means means that he has used all means except the bride-to-be.
"He, he doesn't need to marry a girl to have such strength!"
"Damn it, we were careless!"
"This old immortal!"
The wedding girl stood aside from the beginning to the end.
The old Taoist priest did not give her any orders to kill the enemy, and all her actions were restricted by the yellow talisman and rattle on her forehead.
She just lowered her eyes and watched the old Taoist priest fighting, her smart black eyes reflecting the yellow sand and blood stained together.
In the end, the battle lasted for a long time, the sun was setting, the black shadows on the earth were like a tide, the cicadas were whining as if they had sped up ten times, and the old Taoist priest crawled towards the wedding girl one by one.
Everyone behind was dead.
He tried his best to look up at the woman in wedding clothes.
The other party is as beautiful as before.
"clang--!!"
The old Taoist priest raised his hand and smashed the rattle, breaking it into countless gold pieces. The rattle made a perfect sound and he issued his final command.
"Girl in wedding dress, I order you, I order you...tear off the talisman."
Her jade hand slowly stretched out and tore off the talisman on her forehead. She quietly looked at the old Taoist priest lying on the ground.
The moment she lowered her gaze, the old Taoist priest's raised head fell to the ground, lying motionless in a pool of blood.
Even though they had been together day and night for a month, their eyes never met for a minute or a second.
"I've always wanted to say it, I don't want to be called a wedding girl, it sounds so ugly..."
The wind and sand buried all traces in this area, and she looked at the corpse of her enemy.
"Call me Wang Xilou."
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"Wang Xilou, a guest is here!"
"Call me master, really!"
This little apprentice is good at everything, but he doesn't like to call himself master, and he doesn't know what's wrong with him.
When Wang Xilou came downstairs wearing slippers, he saw Feng Wuli sitting obediently in front of the counter eating breakfast, and a middle-aged man came to buy incense candles.
The man was probably in his forties and was stunned for a moment when he saw Wang Xilou.
Although I knew she was a young woman from the voice just now, when I saw the appearance, I didn't expect that the owner of this incense and candle shop actually looked like a fairy.
"What's going on?" Wang Xilou asked directly.
She was pretty, had a nice voice, and had a stunning figure in a cheongsam. The middle-aged man swallowed his saliva and looked away shyly.
"The old man has passed away. Come buy some incense, candles and ingots."
"Would you like to pick something yourself?"
"I can just buy whatever I want."
"Would you like to try that big rocket, as well as the yacht and mobile phone, and burn some for the elders? It has become quite popular in recent years."
"Really, really?"
The middle-aged man held a bunch of ingots in his arms in a daze, and took a big rocket and a mobile phone from Wang Xilou's sales.
Wang Xilou went over to rub Feng Wuli's head, but Feng Wuli ignored her and continued to eat the dumplings in the bowl and the frozen dumplings in the refrigerator.
After eating the last dumpling, Feng Wuli raised his head and asked, "Where do people go when they die?"
"The Yin God will dissipate, and the Yang God will enter the river of true spirits and become a ray of true spirit again. Maybe he will re-enter the belly of a pregnant woman and be reincarnated to live another life, or maybe not, I can't tell."
"Won't you turn into a ghost?"
"It's rare to become a ghost in the traditional sense. Generally, you have an obsession in your heart. After death, the Yang Shen leaves the body. With that obsession, you can exist for a period of time in the form of what the world calls a 'ghost', and you have obsessions." If you are still not good at reading, there is a prerequisite, which is that you must have come into contact with people like us who are cultivators or monsters during your lifetime. By definition, ghosts are actually still spirits, but they generally cannot last more than seven days, and they will disappear from the world and disperse into a wisp. True spirit.”
"Then they can't collect the things they burned?"
"Of course I can't receive it. Those weird things are all latecomers. I even followed up on the serialization of this thing."
"Then aren't we cheating money?" He was a little worried.
"Those who burn paper money don't think the deceased can receive it. It's just a memory."
Feng Wuli seemed to understand. He stood up and made room for the shopkeeper to Wang Xilou. He took the bowl and planned to go upstairs to wash the dishes.
Suddenly I thought: "What about mother-in-law?"
My mother-in-law in Huaiqing's hometown stayed here for a long time, not just seven days.
"The locust tree is a wood ghost, and it is true that living beings cannot turn into monsters, but it is somehow mysterious. The mother-in-law's sun lingers under the old locust tree, but later the obsession disappeared and it dissipated."
Feng Wuli nodded. No wonder every time he saw his mother-in-law, she was under the locust tree.
"What is my mother-in-law's obsession?"
Wang Xilou turned on the computer in front of the counter and was playing Spider Solitaire. The incense and candle shop was dark, and the light from the computer screen shone on her face, flickering. She thought for a while and said:
"Maybe it's time to see that old snake demon again."
Feng Wuli hurriedly ran upstairs to wash the dishes, then ran down again, wiped his hands and stood aside to watch Wang Xilou playing Spider Solitaire. Wang Xilou glanced at him and was amused. He was more serious about watching than practicing with her. .
Children are children.
The days were as ordinary as water. Wang Xilou did not teach him any advanced moves, but the simplest spirit control skills. She said that she should first practice the basic skills well, maybe a few years, or maybe more than ten years, and then teach him the next ones when she feels that he has passed the test. .
However, a few days later, the middle-aged man who bought ingots at the incense shop a few days ago came again.
"Boss, where's the boss?" He looked unhappy.
At this time, Feng Wuli was playing Spider Solitaire seriously. Wang Xilou clasped his toes and looked at the computer screen, muttering to himself that children have strong learning abilities. It took her a long time to adapt to the computer before she could touch it.
There is one less thing to show off in front of the young apprentice.
Seeing that there were guests, he looked up.
"Is it you, here to buy incense and candles again?"
The middle-aged man was not in the mood to appreciate the woman's beautiful face.
He moved his lips and said: "My mother, my mother called..."
Wang Xilou was a little confused: "Stop, this is an incense and candle shop, are you going to the wrong place?"
"No, my mother just passed away seven days ago!"
Feng Wuli let go of the mouse and moved towards Wang Xilou expressionlessly. Wang Xilou looked at the middle-aged man blankly, but he didn't look like he was lying.
She was stunned for a long time before saying:
"Did you ask her if the rocket is easy to use?"
