Woniu Village.
At dusk, a boy returns, blowing and lying on the back of an ox.
After the sun sets in the west, the grass and trees are coated with a layer of golden color, the gentle breeze blows, and the foxtail grass sings a song of the setting sun. Farmers carry farm tools and walk across the field ridges to return home. Every household smokes from cooking, children run, and the cheerful big yellow dog follows behind, wagging its tail.
A carriage stopped at the entrance of Woniu Village.
The old man in rich clothes shook his head and smiled bitterly while looking at the peaceful and comfortable village.
"The fertile fields and tile houses of chickens and dogs hear each other, but there is no hope. Chaos abounds and heroes do not take it easy."
"Let's go into the village."
In the village, Sitieyou, who was teaching Zhang Qi martial arts, raised his head with a feeling, shook his head and sighed, retiring from old age and returning to his hometown to take care of his old age is just a luxury, there is no place for peace with chaos everywhere, that's all, I hope this broken body can still be of use to the world.
"Zhang Qi."
"Master."
Zhang Qi looked even more muscular, holding an iron spear in a majestic manner.
"You go back and explain to your family that you will leave the village with your teacher and bring more gifts. It is freezing in the north, so be prepared."
Hearing that he was going on a far journey, Zhang Qi screamed excitedly and ran home. The village was too peaceful for Zhang Qi to get used to. Ever since he heard about the wonderful world and many heroic deeds from the storyteller, he had been thinking about making a career in the world. Niu Village couldn't accommodate him, and the villagers couldn't stand him leading a group of children back and forth all day long, calling him a child bully.
After the meal, the villagers chatted and said that a big shot has come to the Si family. The fabrics are better than the clothes worn by Hu Yuanwai in the town. He has a tall horse and a gorgeous carriage. The smell of alcohol can be smelled from the house of Mr. Si from a distance, making all the greedy men swallow their saliva. .
the next day.
Sitieyou led his apprentice Zhang Qi and the old man in rich clothes away.
The one-armed man also left, as if there was chaos in the world, and the war was in chaos. The young man stretched his shoulders and carried the iron gun in high spirits. His mother stood at the entrance of the village for a long time. Her son was traveling far away, and her mother was worried.
Zhang Qi is destined to work hard outside. Woniu Village is just a small place and cannot accommodate giants.
The court is treacherous, the emperor is trying to kill the dragon and eat the dragon without seeking progress, and colludes with the devil to appoint ministers with unknown origins. Several famous ministers have been dismissed, and the political orders are unclear and arouse the anger of the people.
Western religions only took the opportunity to spread their faith and build temples, which were prosperous and prosperous, but did not replace the real role of Chunyang Palace.
The giant that once controlled the world's spiritual world has stopped interfering in world affairs since it finally bloomed. The spiritual world can't say anything. The rise of Western religion squeezed Chunyang Palace, the royal family abolished the name of Chunyang Protector of the Country, and the number of disciples became more and more. Young, decisively retreated to Huashan before some people conspired to deal with Chunyang.
Shenhua Mountain is still Shenhua Mountain. The evil spirits dare to attack the station but dare not go wild in Huashan Mountain. The retreat preserves Chunyang's strength.
There is no constraint or deterrence in the world. It's really easy for you to sing and then I'll appear on stage, so there won't be any trouble.
The emperor's collusion with the demon sect was leaked by someone unknown, and the world was in turmoil. The government orders did not leave Chang'an City. Maybe the demon sect will never understand why it was unable to control the world after controlling the Daming Palace twice.
Several tycoons in the North used the emperor's stupidity and collusion with the devil as an excuse to rebel. The states in the North that had originally shielded the alien races in the wasteland were in chaos, and all the tribes in the wasteland were eager to try.
There are not many people who know how to fight. Sitieyou is a famous general, so he can only go out to the mountain to burn his remains.
A deserted trail in a deep mountain.
As night falls, the pale blue moonlight illuminates the mountains, making it difficult to navigate the mountain roads with overgrown grass.
Gu Gu Gu Gu
The screams of night owls add a strange atmosphere to the night. There are shadows in the woods, whether they are caused by the movement of wind or hidden animals. The dark building in the distance is Beppu, which locals say is haunted.
Old Huixian regretted taking up the exorcism job with the snake demon. The locals said that the manor in the mountains was haunted. They spent five taels of silver to recruit exorcists to exorcise evil spirits. The snake demon took over the job, which was regarded as a contract. The money was with Huixian. It's in a rag bag and it's very hot. Old Huixian has done this kind of thing to convert evil spirits, but it's the middle of the night now.
Bai Yu was still urging Lao Huixian to leave quickly, and the little stone was walking faster than him.
"Donor Bai, you are impatient again, be calm, be calm."
"Old man, don't even think about running away. You've already taken the money. If you run away, the locals will stab you in the spine and scold you every day. It's detrimental to your spiritual practice."
"The poor monk did not speak"
"So what? They think you are the one who has the final say. Besides, the money is in your pocket, so you should just keep exorcising evil spirits and converting evil spirits."
"Bitterness"
Bai Yu was very satisfied. This time he came to this abandoned manor to eliminate evil cultivators. The evil cultivators were in a crooked way.
But Bai Yu was afraid of being discovered and arrested, so the best way was to find a cover to hide his identity.
Old Huixian is an eminent monk, and it is his duty to conquer demons. When the time comes, let him attract everyone's attention. We can secretly hide behind him and loot evil cultivators to make a fortune. Old Huixian can also make money to repair the temple. , the cooperation was perfect.
There is still some way to go from the abandoned manor, passing by a mass grave.
The shadows of the barren graves and dead trees shone.
Small stones cling to old Huixian's torn monk's robe, barren graves are scattered all over the hillside, weeds are overgrown and phosphorus fire flickers, and furtive whispers can be heard faintly in the dark.
While walking through the mass graves, the sound of gongs and drums came in vain
"Hey, there's someone singing a big show over there. Come on, let's go see what's going on."
Bai Yu turned to the direction of the sound of gongs and drums, Huixian's legs were trembling and he ran away. There were other sounds of gongs and drums in the deserted graves late at night. Could it be that ghosts gathered to watch a show? Don't let strangers get close, or they might get trapped and die.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Shitou happily went to the theater with the white snake demon. It was really interesting for him to watch the theater.
Lao Huixian had no choice but to follow.
"Donor Bai, you are impatient again."
The cobra followed the old monk stupidly. Ghosts were not scary to it. Its vitality and blood were strong enough to scare away those wild ghosts in the wilderness. Maybe one day it was not in a good mood and it might suck ghosts.
A certain snake walked leisurely through the grass path and came to an open area in the forest. He saw dozens of people sitting in front of the stage. The stage was colorfully decorated, with eye-catching huge red, white and black paper flowers, and four actors with bright red cheeks. babbling and singing.
In the dark night, there are barren mountains and ridges, lonely graves and grass, and there is such a stage glowing with green light.
Bai Yu found a place with a wide view and sat down. He took out a small bench and watched the show obediently. When he saw that Huixian and Xiao Shitou were inconvenient to stand, he took out two more small benches.
"Sit down. It doesn't cost anything to watch a show here. Just live your life and save as much as you can."
Lao Huixian was about to recite sutras but was pulled back by Bai Yu.
"Mo Nian Sutra, don't you think it's a good deal to go to the theater for free? Otherwise, you can treat me to a theater next time I go to the city."
"I have no money"
"That's enough, just sit down and watch the show."
The old monk lamented that in the world, people would even watch ghost shows just for money. The actors on the stage had round and pink faces and trembling voices, which were clearly ghost cries.
The crowds on the left and right looked at this magical combination, with pale faces, old and young, male and female.
A wedding scene was being performed on the stage, and it suddenly stopped. The actor on the stage was neither a human nor a ghost at all. He was clearly a paper man with a red face, slender and stiff, with a smile.
A certain snake was angry.
"Show me what you're looking at and keep singing or I'll chop you to death."
The aura of the giant beast leaked slightly, and the ghosts did not dare to look directly. The paper man on the stage started babbling and singing again. I want to chat with more like-minded people about "New White Snake Asks the Immortal", and "talk about my favorite books with more book friends." Book
