When the country is weak, evil is rampant.
Along the way, he saw too many ghosts and evil things causing trouble, and Bai Yu didn't bother to care about them. The world was torn apart, turbulent, and windy, and evil things were breeding. He couldn't be bothered to deal with it unless he bumped into him.
One day I found an abandoned village to spend the night. Don't wonder why there are so many abandoned villages. After decades of war, almost all the people have been wiped out. The population has been severely depleted and there are empty houses everywhere.
When he entered the village, he saw a woman by the well. When the woman saw Bai Yu, she was startled and disappeared instantly.
Pan Xiong wanted to step forward, but Bai Yu shook his head and sighed.
"Forget it, since you didn't do any evil, why bother killing them all? It's just a sign of evil deeds."
"What the girl said is absolutely true."
Pan Xiong doesn't quite understand Bai Yu's behavior. There is no way. In this era where interests are paramount and Lao Tzu is believed to be the best in the world, few people consider doing good deeds. What is written in the book is just a slogan, especially in this troubled world. Care about the life and death of the people at the bottom.
A certain Jiao dares to fight with Yuanying masters, but he can also get along well with low-level people.
The plum rain was pouring, and the Pan family each found a house to settle down in. They tried their best to light a fire to get rid of the cold and dampness to keep warm, and tried not to get sick. Typhoid fever had already taken away two old people.
Bai Yu was alone in a broken house, and saw a woman appearing next to the old well.
Shaking his head, he put on his straw hat and came to the well. He held a blade of grass in his mouth and leaned against the edge of the well. He reached out and patted the old well.
"Come out, stop hiding."
There was no movement in the well. He curled his lips, sucked the free Yin Qi from the air, balled it up and threw it into the well. Soon, a young woman slowly floated up from the bottom of the water. Her hair was tied up, she must be a young daughter-in-law.
The female ghost looked at Bai Yu with fear, like a poor little daughter-in-law who was bullied by her mother-in-law.
He condensed a ball of Yin Qi again and handed it to the female ghost.
"Take it and eat it. If you don't have enough Yin Qi, you will lose your soul, but you are really dead. You have stories and I have Yin Qi. Let's chat for a while. You are the only ghost in this barren mountain."
"You... thank you. Others want to kill me, but you are different..."
Bai Yu shrugged.
"It's normal, because I'm not a human either. How did you die? Sorry to mention the sad thing."
Some dead souls are most afraid of mentioning the cause of death, and some will even become angry and turn into ghosts. Fortunately, the female ghost only looked panicked and did not show any hostility. She was probably a timid person during her lifetime.
The female ghost may not have understood what the first sentence meant, so she lowered her head and told herself.
You can listen to stories when you are bored. Everyone has their own story. The female ghost is from the village. A few years ago, the government arrested young men and kidnapped her newlywed husband. There has been no news since. Others say her husband is dead and she doesn’t believe it. Wait. Year after year passed, but there was no news of the man, but rogue bandits came to attack the village.
The young woman was a victim of the turbulent times. In order not to be insulted, she jumped into the old well and committed suicide.
An ordinary little story, but it shows how ruthless this damn era is. The villagers either ran away or were killed and were abandoned. She stayed in the old well and waited year after year, hoping for the man to come back.
"Why not go to the underworld and be reincarnated."
"I think when my husband comes back, he will definitely come back..."
"Are you going to keep waiting?"
The female ghost nodded firmly. In the context of the big times, she was still young and refused to give up. She firmly believed that her man would definitely come back. She looked at the entrance of the village every day and stayed in the well for several years.
"What's his name? I know fortune telling and can help you find out."
"My husband's last name is Zhou."
She was so excited that her eyes were full of expectation, and she almost forgot the faint fear she had when she saw this mysterious man before. Maybe the chat made her let down her guard, or maybe she was too excited to learn the news about her man.
Bai Yu muttered about states, counties, cities and villages
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Name and comprehensive name, secretly using fortune-telling talent to sense its location, it is easy for ordinary people without cultivation to tell fortunes, but Bai Yu doesn't know what to say to the female ghost.
"He died a few years ago, and if I'm not mistaken, he came back to see you. Everyone has his own destiny and cannot force it. Don't wait, I will send you to reincarnation."
Hearing this, the female ghost was stunned for a long time, sobbing softly, but it was a pity that the ghost had no tears.
"Zhou Lang... I know it was you who was standing outside the window that night... Wuwu..."
On the other side, Pan Xiong looked over curiously, not understanding how he managed to make the female ghost cry, her cries were so whimpering.
The voice of the salvation scriptures murmured, and the figure of the female ghost became more and more invisible...
Before leaving this world and going to the underworld, the female ghost knelt down and kowtowed to Bai Yu. She was grateful for her kindness. The gratitude from the heart made Bai Yu's luck slightly stronger. Although it was almost the same as nothing, it was better than nothing. Sincere gratitude and blessings are rare, but they are better than nothing. No good.
After hearing the story, he shook his head and went back to his old house to light a fire and cook.
There are all kinds of things in the world, and every life has its own story. Some people live a happy or miserable life, and there are also birds and animals that struggle hard to survive and use all their energy to feed their offspring. Some live in just a few years, and some live in hundreds of thousands of years. They are different. The situation is the same, and the more you see it, the more indifferent it becomes.
I lit a bonfire to cook. It was not peaceful at night when evil things were raging. I rubbed a small bead full of pure Yang spiritual energy with my little hands and threw it out.
A low-level zombie sensed the terrifying aura and turned around and jumped away. Unexpectedly, the terrifying feeling was getting closer and closer and he couldn't get rid of it no matter how he ran. Before it returned to the grave, the small beads swished into the zombie's head.
A certain dandy from the Pan family was sitting at the door cursing and scratching lice when he saw a blazing fire in the mountain.
"It's so evil, some bastard started a fire blindly at night."
It was another calm rainy night.
Bai Yu ignored one thing. In the past when the country was prosperous, powerful evils would not be born. Even if they were born, the cultivation world would solve them according to the rules. However, many years after the fall of the Tang Dynasty, another war broke out. In the ancient battlefield, many monks died and how many cultivation inheritances were cut off. During the gap period, the evil things lurked and grew stronger secretly, and when the world was in melee, a rare opportunity came and its strength surged again.
There are monsters in the Southern Wilderness that guard the territory and there will be no evil things. The riddled Central Plains has become a hotbed of evil things...
The growth rate of evil cultivation is indirectly related to the stability of the world. When there is peace and peace in the world, cultivation is difficult and slow. If wars continue, bloody evil and resentment will be produced to supply evil cultivation. Peaceful years may not last for hundreds of years, and turbulent times Monsters can be spawned within a few days. After all, there is no need to consider the state of mind or worry about luck when cultivating evil spirits. It can only be done by gathering energy.
In the distance, someone is doing something in the dilapidated Pan Mansion.
The flames burned the documents filled with inscriptions to ashes, and an evil wind blew up in the courtyard.
There was a gust of cold wind, and the tribute table full of tributes disappeared. The young white-haired male cultivator standing beside him, holding a sword, turned away with a groan, as if he was disgusted with what happened in the courtyard.
After the paper money burned, the ashes floated up and condensed into a ferocious face...
"Why are you looking for me..."
The sinister tone made people get goosebumps all over their bodies, and the old man in the courtyard smiled and saluted.
"Please help me find someone, Your Majesty the Ghost King. I will give you a big thank you when the job is done. I also ask the Ghost King for your help."
"I want five hundred boys and girls as tribute."
The old man frowned. Five hundred boys and girls were too many. Where could we find so many children now that the war was in chaos? He must have brought up so many children because he wanted to bargain. Haha, what a bunch of nonsense.
Outside the door, the white-haired young man gritted his teeth and left.
"A hundred boys and girls."
"three hundred!"
"One hundred and fifty. If there are more, I will find another ghost king."
"Hmph! Deal!"
"These are his clothes. If I find him, I will live."
