"Come on, drink!" The ghost officer shouted to Fang Jian drunkenly, holding a piece of fat meat in his left hand and a bowl of turbid wine in his right hand.
Fang Jian put a piece of chicken leg in front of Gui Chai Liu, poured him another bowl of wine and said, "Old Liu, you drink too."
Gui Chai Liu staggered around, picked up the wine bowl, touched it with Fang Jian and Gui Chao Hou, and then the three of them drank it all in one gulp.
"Alas!" Gui Chai finished a bowl of wine and became drunk again. He sighed, and then said to Fang Jian: "Lord... Lord of the earth, you... you are also in the ninth grade. Immortal officials, me, Old Liu and I are also... ninth-grade immortal officials. But why are we so different?"
Fang Jian had a better drinking capacity, but was not as drunk as the two ghosts. Hearing this, he said, "Huh? What's the difference?"
The ghost officer said dissatisfiedly: "Look, everyone is... uh... everyone is a ninth-grade immortal official, but your land has a public temple with a shrine, and is in charge of a county... a county's living book, every time During every year and festival, people offer food and drinks. But we ghosts go around catching ghosts every day. We have no fixed place to go, no fixed place to travel, and we eat the wind and drink the dew. If one of us is unlucky, he will be killed by those big monsters. , also...just kill him."
When Gui Cha Liu heard this, he also became energetic, and immediately said: "Lao Hou said... you are right, alas, people are more likely to die than others, and gods are more likely to cry..."
As he said this, Gui Cha Liu and Gui Cha Hou actually started crying and howling, and for a while the entire Sanzhang Jingshe was filled with ghost cries and wolf howls.
Fang Jian saw these two crying again and quickly put away the wine around them, leaving only the meat and vegetables.
These wines and meats were offered by ordinary people, and were kept in the monastery by Fang Jian's magic power. Gui Chahou and Gui Cha Liu often came to beat the autumn wind. This situation has happened countless times in the past two years.
"It's all difficult, it's all difficult." Fang Jian comforted the two ghost servants, and then kept bringing them meat and vegetables.
Gui Cha Liu and Gui Cha Hou cried for a while, then grabbed the meat in front of them and started to chew it.
In fact, no matter whether they are ghosts or gods, they can only enjoy incense on weekdays, and eating these vulgar foods is of no use.
But 90% of the immortals still have some appetite, and they often go down to earth to eat some delicacies from the world to satisfy their appetite.
If these foods are eaten, they will be refined by mana and dispersed into the essence between heaven and earth. It is not good for the immortal's body, but it is not harmful either.
"But Tu Tu Gong, you are really good. I am afraid that among the four major continents and ten continents and three islands, only the Tu Tu Gong in Yangxia County is so benevolent and righteous." Gui Cha Liu reached out and patted Fang Jian on the shoulder.
Fang Jian was slightly surprised and asked, "How do you say this?"
Liu Dao, the ghost messenger, said: "Those of us who are ghost servants, even though we are ninth-grade immortal officials, to be honest, we are just errand boys in the underworld. The landlords from other places, we come here to eat and drink like this every day. I’m afraid I’ve long been full of complaints and complaints.”
Fang Jian heard this and said, "No way? It's just some food. What's the impact?"
The ghost messenger said: "It's not easy for everyone. The earth gods only offer richer offerings during festivals and festivals, but they usually have simple meals. We have been ghost messengers for decades and have dealt with countless earth gods. That is, You are kind brother..."
Ghost Chai Liu Ye said: "Yes, I...I can guarantee that Brother Fang is definitely not a thing in the pool, and he will definitely soar to the sky one day in the future."
After saying that, Gui Cha Liu grabbed Fang Jian's shoulders and stammered: "Gou...Gou...Gou..."
Fang Jian's face turned dark. Just now, he said that I was not a creature in the pond. Now he calls me a dog? So he reminded him: "Old Liu, I'm not a dog."
Gui Cha Liu shook his head, held his breath for a while and then said again: "If you are rich and noble, don't forget each other!"
...
Fang Jian watched Gui Chahou and Gui Cha Liu staggering into Huangquan Road, disappearing, and then returned after Huangquan Road was closed.
At this time, a breeze came from the mountains, carrying the fragrance of flowers, which made people intoxicated.
But Fang Jian felt something was wrong. He turned around suddenly and found a person standing under a big green pine in front of his earth temple.
To be precise, a woman.
She is tall and tall, wearing light green Liuhua clothes, a long green Bixia skirt that hangs down to her ankles, and a pair of plain colored cloud-hooking boots on her feet.
Look at her face as delicate as water, her eyes as light as the moon, her long hair pulled into a flying fairy bun, the hairpins are covered with jade, and the colors are swaying.
There are also two strands of long black hair hanging from the temples, clinging to the bulging chest of clothes.
She just looked at Fang Jian like this, with a hint of doubt in her clear eyes.
Fang Jian also looked at her. He vaguely felt that this woman's aura was a little different, so he thought: "Xiaohong, look at her cultivation."
A ray of purple light flashed from Fang Jian Yuanshen, and then swept across the woman's body, but the woman did not notice it at all.
"True Immortal Dao Fruit." Hongmeng Editor gave the answer.
Fang Jian took a breath of cold air, and the initial feeling of drunkenness instantly turned into cold sweat and evaporated.
It has been two years since he came to the Great Desolate World, and this is the first time he has seen someone who has truly achieved enlightenment and become an immortal.
Fang Jian immediately cupped his hands and bowed to the woman: "Fang Jian, the land god of Yangxia County, has met the Immortal."
The woman frowned and asked, "Are you the land god of Yangxia County?"
Fang Jian nodded and said, "Yes."
Even though he had the Taihuang Qi Brick in his hand, he couldn't offend a real Immortal Dao Fruit Immortal for no reason. After all, once he picked the Dao Fruit, he would be able to comprehend magical powers.
The woman's brows furrowed, then she looked at Fang Jian and said, "Cen Biqing, a poor Taoist, practices in the Qingfeng Cave in Yinrong Mountain, Dingjun Mansion, Zizheng State, Dongsheng Shenzhou."
"Cen Biqing?" Fang Jian frowned slightly, "This name sounds so familiar, um... there seems to be a green snake also named Cen Biqing."
When Cen Biqing heard Fang Jian's muttering, she looked slightly surprised and asked, "Does the land god know me?"
"Ah?!" Fang Jian was startled, then smiled and said: "No, no, no, I don't know the immortal, but there used to be a green snake named Cen Biqing, and she also had a white snake sister."
"If that's the case, then I am indeed that Cen Biqing." The woman said softly.
"Ah?!" Fang Jian was a little shocked, "Are you really that green snake?"
Cen Biqing frowned and replied calmly: "Yes, but I am now a true immortal of Xuanmen and no longer belong to the demon category."
Fang Jian knew that Meng Lang was rude to him, so he raised his hands and apologized, and then asked in confusion: "What about your sister Bai She?"
When Cen Biqing heard the word White Snake, she smiled slightly and said, "I didn't expect that you even know about my sister. After she became an immortal, she was accepted as a disciple by Old Mother Lishan and is now practicing in the Lishan Immortal Palace."
"Wow, what a good opportunity." Fang Jian was filled with envy in his heart. Old Mother Lishan was a Taoist leader who had picked up the 'Daluo Jinxian Dao Fruit'.
"What about Xu Xian? How is Xu Xian?" Fang Jian asked curiously.
When Cen Biqing heard Xu Xian's name, she was not as excited as Fang Jian imagined. She just said calmly: "He has also become an immortal, but he has entered Buddhism and worshiped under the throne of Medicine King Bodhisattva."
After hearing this, Fang Jian was filled with emotion and joined the big boss. He wanted to ask again, but saw a trace of displeasure flash across Cen Biqing's face and stopped talking.
"Ahem." Fang Jian coughed a few times, clasped his fists and smiled: "The little god got a little excited just now, I hope Fairy Qing can forgive me."
Cen Biqing waved her hand and said softly: "Actually, Pindao came here this time because he wanted to ask the landowner for help."
"???" Fang Jian's face was full of doubts, "Please forgive the rudeness of the little god. With Fairy Qing's way of doing things, what else do you need help from the little god?... The little god is only at the Qi level now."
Cen Biqing said: "That's right, Pindao has a disciple who failed to cultivate in his last life and has been reincarnated at the end of his life. This life happened to be in Yangxia County. This time Pindao thought that the opportunity had come for him to join the Tao, so he came to pick him up. Yin. It's just that I was looking for opportunities and calculations, and I had obviously figured out his location, but I couldn't find him after searching for a long time, so I asked the land god to use the 'land book' to check it for me."
"Oh, so that's it." Fang Jian nodded and said, "This is easy to handle. Please wait a moment, Fairy Qing."
"By the way, please ask Fairy Qing to tell the little god the birth date and general direction of the disciple in this life." Fang Jian said.
Cen Biqing said: "Xinhai Yi Wei Yi Mao Ren Wu, the direction... is due north."
Fang Jian immediately started searching according to the birth date. When he found that page, he just turned it over and took a look, and immediately exclaimed: "Dog?!"
"What?" Cen Biqing asked doubtfully.
Fang Jian carefully checked the birth date again, then raised his head and said with certainty: "Fairy Qing, your disciple is a dog in this life! You will definitely not find it if you go to find someone!"
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