Mao Wa bravely limped downhill and picked up the bamboo flute that fell on the ground. The cold touch reminded him that the scene he saw not long ago was true.
At this time, there was a call in his ear, which seemed to be his father's voice.
Mao Wa held the bamboo flute in her hand and fainted.
…
Deep in the mountains, Bai Jun walked into the sky holding a glass jade bottle. The human boy just now did not break into the inner mountain. At most, he only saw some strange scenes. He was not an indiscriminate killer, and as a Liuxian, he needed the fear and admiration of humans. The more mysterious the god, the more pious the believer, but he couldn't. There is no trace of him, and he still appears in front of people from time to time.
Deep in the mountains in the wilderness, a handsome man walked into the sky with a jade bottle in his hand. After a while, at the other end of the sky canyon, a huge snake head poked out. The white snake swam across the pool and coiled itself on the boulder, pouring the venom into the bottle in one gulp. Swallow it into your belly.
Bai Jun didn't dare to be careless. He used his demon power to wrap the poison, and the Taiyin Qi in his body surged up. The three forces merged to fight and kill each other. Then he used the Shaoyin Qi to blend and neutralize it. The poison paralyzed most of his body, and the pain was tolerable. within.
His demonic power was gradually discolored by the venom. He had been practicing the Ten Thousand Fly Poison Technique for more than ten years, and now he had integrated seventy-three types of venom.
The pure white scales of Bai Jun's body, like mutton-fat jade, gradually appear in light cyan, gray, black, and white blends. The essence of seventy three types of highly venomous snakes are concentrated in one body. It has transcended the boundaries of ordinary poisons. It is the essence of all practitioners. Stay away.
Of course, it's not enough to deal with a great shape-shifting demon.
The venom lurks and merges with the demonic power everywhere in the body, forming a new demonic power.
Bai Jun opened his mouth and spat out, and a cloud of mist came out. It was his useless mist-vomiting technique.
But now the mist was light blue and shrouded the pool. In just a short while, fish surfaced with their eyes rolled.
Practicing the Ten Thousand Fly Poison Technique turned out to be a perfect match for his mist-breathing magic. A mouthful of demonic mist actually formed a poisonous miasma, which gave Bai Jun some comfort in his heart.
As poison skills improve, perhaps this poisonous miasma will become even more powerful.
Bai Jun used his demonic power to calm down the backlash of the snake venom and started practicing for the day.
The years in the mountains are actually very dull, for a demon who has escaped from the ecological cycle and stands at the top of the food chain.
Every day, he sleeps in when the sun rises high, starts practicing poison techniques at noon, meditates on the transfiguration technique under the setting sun in the evening, and exhales the Qi of Taiyin Shaoyin under the bright moon at night.
There is no need to be like human beings who work hard and run around for a living and food in the vast world. Life passes by in just a few decades, and in the end it suddenly becomes apparent that they are just re-enacting the life of their parents.
Bai Jun has been Liu Xian for more than a hundred years, and has experienced too many joys and sorrows in the world. He has seen tragedies again and again, and joy again and again. There are poor people who turn around and become landlords, there are good people who are rewarded, but there are also small ones. People are successful all their lives, good people are deceived all their lives, and there seems to be no fairness in the end between good and evil.
However, the good and evil in the Yang world continue in the underworld and have their own decisions. Evil people receive evil punishments, and those who have accumulated good deeds and good deeds may be reborn as Yin gods, or they may be reincarnated as good people, and good and evil will be rewarded in the end.
In terms of accumulation of incense and fire magic, Bai Jin compared the land in Zhuangjia Village and found that he was several times stronger than him.
Zhuangjia Village has prospered in recent years. Two people in the village have been admitted to the Jinshi, and several people have been elected. The highest one has been promoted to the rank of Sixth Minister. He is wearing a third-grade peacock official uniform. Under the fate of the world, it is natural to rely on the land of Zhuangjia Village. The benefits were so great that he would rather give up the opportunity to be promoted to the City God's Civil and Military Division and stay in this village at the foot of the mountain.
Of course, the land of Zhuangjia Village respects Bai Jun, the Liu Immortal, and treats him like half a city god. Without the magical power of Liu Immortal, it is absolutely impossible for his own small land to educate a third-grade official.
As a land, he is the one who can most directly perceive the trend of the mountains, rivers and earth. Over the past hundred years, the land of Wanshe Mountain has been dignified, and it has become more and more effective in nurturing talents.
There are many scholars or businessmen in the villages at the foot of the mountain, all of whom have achieved great success.
It seems that the emergence of talents in a place has nothing to do with the gods, but in fact it has a huge connection.
A stick of incense offered by a third-rank official, a minister responsible for the destiny of the dynasty and the people of Li, and a stick of incense offered by a beggar on the roadside are completely different in terms of the incense brought to the gods.
The color of incense for priests is divided into five colors, the lowest is white, and most of them are low-level priests.
Further up, the incense has a red color, and those with red clouds and clouds are mostly priests with meritorious deeds, which will take at least a hundred years for the land gods of big towns to accumulate.
Above the red glow is purple, which is at least the incense and nobility that only the City God can accumulate, and the purple energy is everywhere.
If you go further up, the blue sky will reach straight to the incense and fire spirit, and a pillar of blue cloud will reach the holy ear. The sky is full of incense, but this is a level that even the City God cannot reach.
As for the gods of the upper realms in the legend, they are golden lights that illuminate the universe, and the true gods have ascended to the sky!
The incense clouds on Wanshe Mountain have been accumulated for hundreds of years, and now they are bright red, like the morning glow filling the sky. Of course, it is impossible for mortals to see the magic of incense and fire.
If Bai Jun gave up his body, he would be able to become a priest, comparable to a city god, within two or three hundred years.
But he will never abandon his body and pursue the sacred way of incense and fire that relies on human faith. The future cannot be controlled by others, but only by himself.
Every day Bai Jin would search for three or five believers in the sky full of prayers, and inspire them to fulfill their requests.
He is not a merciful person who responds to requests. Only those who devoutly worship Liu Xian can get his response. Believers who have received his enlightenment will naturally have more respect. Believers who have not received a response can only look for other gods, which can be regarded as
It is not cost-effective to give the landowners in dozens of villages near Wanshe Mountain a good meal. After all, it is not cost-effective to eat alone and suffer public resentment.
Moreover, people have human nature, and gods have divine ways. Bai Jun never interferes easily in human affairs. If worshiping gods can get everything, then will anyone still work hard?
But there are exceptions.
For example, some humans with whom he has some kind of human connection.
From Bai Jun's perspective, he saw a woman kneeling in front of the tall Liuxian Temple, worshiping devoutly, holding up three incense sticks, and reciting the prayers in her heart. The curling white smoke kept coming, carrying the woman's hope to Bai Jun. beside.
The faint incense smoke dispersed lightly in the wind, and he murmured to himself: "It looks like he is about to go to the human world."
The next morning it was cloudy and foggy.
Bai Jin walked through the swamp through the dewy grass, and the transformation technique transformed him into his previous appearance again, but today he was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt. He swayed slightly with each step, and his tall figure walked into the light mountain mist, and a gust of mountain wind blew. Come, causing the mountain mist to flow like a tide, lifting the corners of Bai Jun's clothes.
He bent down, looked at the snakes swimming around in the swamp, and chuckled: "I have to borrow your help today."
After saying that, he stretched out his long sleeve and waved it, and eighty-nine snakes were rolled up by a suction force and were put into the wide sleeves without a trace.
A cedar leaf was blown by the mountain wind and slowly fell. Bai Jin stretched out his right hand without even looking at it. He caught the fallen leaf between his middle and index fingers. He turned the green leaf between his fingers and turned it into a sandalwood fan in the blink of an eye.
With a "swish" sound, the wooden fan quilt was unfolded with one hand. Bai Jin put his left hand lightly behind his waist and shook the sandalwood fan with his right hand to get some coolness. His handsome face chuckled and walked into the world. Walking in the mist in white clothes, the young master wanders around the world.
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In Yinzhou, Xiahe Village, in front of the Lu family's ancestral hall, a foreign official dressed in rich clothes with green ink and silver thread had his hands behind his back, and behind him stood a dozen servants dressed in black.
Yang Yuanwai looked at the rather magnificent ancestral hall in front of him and said with a smile: "I didn't expect the Lu family's ancestral hall to be so big, so I took this land to pay off the debt, and all the things in the ancestral hall belong to my Yang family. "
"What? Yang Gouzie, how dare you destroy my Lu family's ancestral hall? My ancestors of the Lu family will not let you go." A scholar in his thirties nervously protected the ancestral hall, "Yang Gouzie" Do you still have a conscience?"
"Conscience?" Yang Yuanwai slapped the scholar's face, and he immediately fell to the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
"When you came to the Lu family more than a hundred years ago, you not only gave birth to a family and got rid of slavery, but also enjoyed decades of prosperity. Although your father has passed away, the three hundred taels of silver he owed me in the casino has not been returned. Well, it is only right that the debts of the father and the sons should be paid! Even if you file a complaint with the government, you will not be able to escape."
"You deserve to die! Thief Yang, if you hadn't tricked my father into gambling and lost all his family property, how could my father have owed three hundred taels of silver?" Lu Xiucai reluctantly stood up and wiped the stain from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. Blood stains, "I just want to go to the county to sue you for being a thief. Not only did you cheat money, but you also beat up the scholar!"
Don’t say that you are just a country gentleman. I, Lu Yutang, have a good reputation and even a seventh-grade county magistrate would not dare to lynch me at will. What’s more, I, the Lu family, am also a poor eighth-grade family. You..."
"What are you doing?" A strong man's servant kicked Lu Xiucai down again, "My master is the cousin of the magistrate. If you dare to sue a magistrate, will he dare to try him?"
When Yang Yuanwai waved his hand, the servant stopped.
"Lu Yutang, today your Lu family's ancestral home belongs to my Yang family. I will give you another ten taels of silver as compensation. You are the only one in the Lu family. I have many ways to eliminate your Lu family from descendants."
At this time, the people in the village also came from a distance to watch the fun, but no one dared to come forward.
A servant came over with Lu Xiucai's married wife. Yang Yuanwai looked at the woman and said loudly: "Lu Xiucai, you are so lucky to have a beautiful girl.
Today, I will also testify in front of all the villagers that your biological father, Lu Yutang, owed three hundred taels of silver from my gambling house during his lifetime. Now Lu Xiucai is willing to use this ancestral house and ancestral hall to repay the debt.
I saw that he was pitiful and homeless, so I gave him dozens of taels of silver to help him find another home. "
Lu Xiucai's eyes were red, and he looked at Yuanwai Yang's proud face unwillingly.
However, his first wife, Mrs. Lu, stood up and scolded: "Mr. Yang, my husband-in-law is a scholar. It is understandable that you take over the house to pay off the debt. But you punched and kicked my husband-in-law and disfigured me. Why should you pay us a hundred dollars?" Two pieces of silver!"
"What? What are you talking nonsense about? This crazy bitch, someone come and tie her up!"
Lu suddenly stepped forward and shouted: "So many villagers and elders are watching here today, do you still want to kill people and silence them?
I have already asked my brothers to report to the county government. If Yang Yuanwai wants to take over my husband's ancestral home, he must first pay my husband's 100 taels in compensation, otherwise this ancestral home will not be given to you!
Let me tell you, Officer Yang, this house has been doused with pot oil. If the fire goes down, the house will be gone, and you will get nothing by then. "
When Yang Yuanwai heard this, his face turned black with anger. What he was interested in was not just a piece of land, but the Lu family's ancestral home, which had been passed down for centuries and had officials for four generations. It was not something that three hundred taels of silver could buy.
The scene became deadlocked for a while. Lu Yutang supported his married wife's hand and said with sadness and pity: "Madam, it is my incompetence that makes you suffer. Baiwuyi is a scholar, and from now on this scholar..."
"Ms. sir! The Lu family has inherited it for hundreds of years and the hard work of ancestors of all generations. Do you have the heart to give up? The ancestors in the underground will not rest in peace!" Mrs. Lu said in pain: "The ancestral home is noble and envied by others, which is a disaster. But you must also guard it. , because you are the only bloodline of the Lu family, I will stay with you until death!"
Yang Yuanwai said angrily: "You are still teasing me in front of me. Even if the county magistrate really arrests me, I will not let you run rampant in front of me. Come on!"
A servant who looked like a butler stepped forward and said, "Master!"
"You go to the Sun Magistrate's office and give him a hundred taels of silver and then tell him that my cousin will inspect his political performance next month! You can just watch and talk about the rest." Yang Yuanwai whispered in his ear.
"Yes, let's do it now, little one!" The housekeeper's servant led the two servants away in a hurry.
Yang Yuan said coldly: "Go and arrest these two unscrupulous people who refuse to repay their debts!"
A group of servants stepped forward and grabbed the two of them three or five times, binding their hands and feet.
Yang Yuanwai slowly walked up to the two of them and raised Mrs. Lu's chin, "Young lady is quite vicious. You want to trick me? Huh, send her home."
"Yes!" The servants secretly said in their hearts: "Here he comes again!"
Lu Yutang struggled desperately and said angrily: "You old thief, you... uh uh..."
His mouth was gagged again.
He struggled desperately, hating his own weakness, hating Yuanwai Yang for being hateful, and hating the injustice of the world.
"Xiucai? He's just a down-and-out scholar, but he really thinks he's nothing? Give me a beating and let's see if he still dares to scream!"
Immediately, a group of servants began to punch and kick, and a low and hoarse scream of pain was heard.
The villagers watching the excitement all ran away, not daring to cause trouble.
…
Outside the village, Bai Jun raised his head and looked at the sky, where the sun occasionally peeked out between the clouds. He opened his mouth and exhaled. The sky gradually darkened, with deep clouds blocking the sun, and it turned from cloudy to overcast.
Bai Jin turned around and looked around. He saw endless farmland. There was a small stone bridge over the river nearby. There were houses and people everywhere in front of him, but there was no one nearby.
Then he took out three or five small twisting snakes from his sleeves and threw them on the ground.
"Change!"
As soon as the five little snakes landed on the ground, they turned into official servants in official uniforms, but their expressions were stiff and not very vivid.
Bai Jun did the same thing again, and four more snakes turned into human forms.
"Let's go, follow me in and take a look."
Nine tall officials followed Bai Jun across the small stone bridge, entered the village, and walked towards the high gate with blue tiles and white walls.
