Fatty, who grew up in Shanhaiguan Waiying Yizhou, has been exposed to the unique local culture of the Five Immortals since he was a child.
Although he never took these things seriously, after all, the name of the Five Immortals Family was very resounding in the Yingyi Prefecture.
The most popular legend among them is the story of Huang Xian, one of the Five Immortals, who seeks the title of Weasel.
According to folklore, if a weasel practices cultivation and wants to achieve enlightenment, he must stop others and ask for a seal.
If he can get his head, this weasel's cultivation will be considered solid, and he will be able to leap into the position of earthly immortal and escape from the category of demon in one step.
But if you don't get the head seal, it means that the opportunity has not come yet. Not only will all the previous practice be void, but you will also have to bear the consequences of bad luck.
Fatty remembers that he was naughty and playful when he was young. He always played until night and still refused to go home.
The elders at home would always use this incident to scare him, warning him not to go out and wander around in the middle of the night, otherwise he would suffer if he encounters a Huangxian asking for a seal.
When he was young, Fatty believed these things to be true, but when he grew up, he understood that these were just rumors spread among the older generation.
What he never expected was that in such a strange environment today, he would actually hear what Huang Xian Tuofeng said in the story.
The moment this voice came, the white fog in front of the three people instantly dimmed a lot.
The figure sitting on the small mound finally became clear.
It was indeed an animal, seemingly about the same size as a weasel.
It was covered in tattered clothes that I didn't know where it came from, and it had a bamboo hat on its head, which looked a bit nondescript.
But from just now, Feng Yun's eyes have been filled with doubt.
The voice asking for a seal just now always sounded weird, but for the moment I couldn't tell what was so weird.
"Director! This guy can speak human words. Could he be the monster behind it?"
Feng Yun nodded slightly, lowered his voice and said to the two people beside him:
"It's very possible, but I always feel that something is wrong..."
This strange feeling has been lingering in Feng Yun's heart, but Feng Yun thought about it, but it was difficult to sort out a clear idea.
At this moment, the hoarse and strange voice came again, and what he said was exactly the same as before.
"Excuse me, do you think I look like a human being or a god?"
Yan Qilin and Fatty frowned solemnly. It was obvious that they had never experienced such a thing before, and they didn't know what to do now.
"Excuse me... do you think I am a human being or a god?"
Seemingly seeing no response from a few people, the monster actually spoke again and asked again.
"Fuck..."
The fat man was speechless for a moment. Obviously if they didn't respond, he would keep repeating this sentence over and over again.
However, at this moment, the silent Yan Qilin suddenly spoke:
"I can't speak Chinese! (I can't speak Chinese)"
"Ouch, Meng Gourd, that's okay!"
The fat man glanced at Yan Qilin in surprise:
"You boring gourd, can you speak foreign languages?"
The fat man was immediately happy. Yan Qilin answered the question again with such a word of foreign language, but he did not answer it completely.
After all, foreign languages are of little use in Dayan's quest for a title.
Feng Yun was not surprised. In the folk game setting of the previous life, Yan Qilin was proficient in multiple languages and traveled around the world because of his treasure hunt.
At this time, the fat man looked at the black shadow in the distance with pride and smiled evilly, thinking that Yan Qilin would probably be fooled by what he said.
As expected, the black shadow fell silent, as if he had never received such a response before.
But just when Fatty was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the voice came again.
“Do you think I look like a person or a god? (Do you think I look like a person or a god?)”
"What the hell?"
The fat man's eyes widened, and Yan Qilin also looked at the monster with a puzzled look.
There is a folk legend in Yingyi Prefecture about Huang Pizi asking for a title, but no one has ever said that this guy can speak English? The pronunciation is pretty standard?
"Damn it...the English version is asking for a seal?"
The fat man then thrust into his waist, his face flushed with anger.
To say that the most panicked among the three was undoubtedly the fat man.
After all, Yan Qilin is an Immortal NPC. The things he has experienced in this life are unimaginable to ordinary people. His mood is naturally more calm, and he also has the value of force.
But Fatty was different. This place made him panic in the first place, but now that such a yellow-skinned man suddenly appeared to ask for the title, Fatty was even more confused.
Fear often leads to anger, which was quickly revealed in Fatty.
This unpleasant sound stimulated the fat man's nerves, and the extremely flustered fat man felt a fire in his chest. Then he took a step forward, pointed at the black shadow on the mound, and shouted:
"I think you look like..."
However, before the fat man could finish speaking, Feng Yun covered the fat man's mouth with one hand, and then said sternly:
"Don't pick up on what he says. He's asking for a title. If you say the wrong thing, all the karma he carries will fall on you."
Upon hearing this, the fat man immediately swallowed the words that were on his lips, then looked at Feng Yun and asked:
"Then what should we do? We can't just stand here."
“I always feel like something is wrong, so don’t act rashly.
Don't answer it anymore, but you can scold it! The dirtier the better, monsters are afraid of obscure things, this is the best way to deal with Huang Pizi asking for a title. "
Feng Yun, who was proficient in folklore knowledge, quickly thought of a countermeasure.
Although Feng Yun was confused by this guy's abrupt foreign language, he remained true to his origins after all.
When you meet Huang Pizi asking for a title, whether you say he looks like a human being or a god, it will be harmful to your longevity and merit.
Moreover, this is a very dark place. If we comply with its request for seal, we don’t know what big trouble will happen.
Therefore, if you encounter a challenge in the wilderness, you must not respond, let alone escape.
The best way is to use foul language and insults, which will make the weasel with poor eyesight temporarily unable to see.
If you can use this to escape, you'll be fine.
The only consequence of doing this is that if Huang Pizi remembers his appearance before, he may be troubled by Huang Pizi, who is already narrow-minded and will take revenge.
However, Feng Yun didn't need to consider this. The purpose of his coming this time was to capture this monster, so naturally he wouldn't give it a chance to retaliate.
But at this time, only Feng Yun himself knew that his heart was beating very fast.
For Feng Yun, this is also the first time he has encountered a demon. At least for now, it seems that this is a weasel spirit.
This made Feng Yun feel a little unsure, but he knew his identity very well. He was not only the director, but also the backbone of the team. If even he was panicked, let alone the other two.
Therefore, Feng Yun never showed his emotions from beginning to end. In the eyes of Fatty and Yan Qilin, Feng Yun was always as calm as water and looked like a master.
After hearing what Feng Yun said, the fat man immediately rolled up his sleeves.
When it comes to fighting, with Yan Qilin here, he might not be ranked.
But when it comes to his ability to scold people, Fatty has never met an opponent in all his years in the world.
With Feng Yun supporting him behind him, the fat man felt somewhat confident. He stepped forward, pointed at the black shadow on the mound not far away, and began to curse.
In the next few minutes, Fatty launched a unilateral crazy output.
He launched non-stop mental torture around the weasel's parents, and even in his words, even the eighteenth generation of the weasel's ancestors were not spared, and even the eighteenth generation of its ancestors had begun to breed.
The content of the curses was also very dirty, and both Feng Yun and Yan Qilin on the side swallowed hard when they heard it.
After finishing his greetings to his parents and eighteen generations of ancestors, the fat man continued to use the lower three paths as the theme, standing on the moral high ground and continuously hurling all kinds of insults.
Comment: The weasel is small, does not have a handle, and it is not easy to use a handle. I will never find a female weasel in the future, so I can only get a bottle with a mouth, and this has to be an oral liquid bottle.
Strangely enough, the dark figure originally sitting on the mound actually let out a strange cry at this moment.
"boom!"
Immediately afterwards, the overwhelming Yin Qi surged like a tide, and the old locust tree not far away that blocked the sky and sun seemed to be alive at this moment, swinging wildly in the darkness with its fangs and claws.
"Click!"
"Click!"
The ground in front of the three people began to crack, and bloody hands stretched out from the ground.
This scene really scared the fat man. Just when he was about to retreat, Feng Yun's voice came to his ears again:
"Don't stop. This is an illusion. How can it be so capable? These illusions can't hurt you. Keep scolding and leave the rest to us!"
Hearing these words, Fatty knew something in his mind. He didn't notice that Yan Qilin approached Feng Yun with a puzzled look on his face and lowered his voice and asked:
"real?"
Feng Yun shook his head without even thinking about it:
"Of course it's fake, but although it's an illusion, don't forget, we are in a very dark place now.
The Yin spirits you see crawling out from the ground are actually just transformed by Yin energy and do not exist.
However, the most yin energy can also hurt people and corrode the physical body and yang energy. If we are injured or die in this illusion, the same will happen in reality. We will never be able to leave this extremely yin place.
Therefore, we must protect the fat man and don't let him fall here! "
While talking, Feng Yun bit his fingertip, and then drew a strange symbol on Yan Qilin's palm with blood from his fingertip.
"Fingertip blood is also called heart blood. It is a yang thing. Use yang blood to draw a closed door seal, and you can attack these yin spirits!"
Yan Qilin nodded without saying anything, then clenched his fists with both hands and went straight to where the fat man was.
As he spoke, countless bloody Yin spirits crawled out from the ground around him and approached the fat man crazily.
Accompanied by the fat man's dirty and inaudible yelling as always, Yan Qilin jumped up, like a magic weapon descending from the sky!
