boom.
The huge dragon corpse fell into dust from the sky.
A small mahogany sword split the thousand-foot-long dragon body in half from head to tail. The surging blood gathered into a river, and the huge corpse turned into a mountain range again.
Wu Yazi took back the peach wood sword that flew back into the sea of qi. He stood with his feet on the auspicious clouds and his hands behind his back, looking like a master from this world.
"Amitabha……"
Zen Master Bodhi put away the three golden statues behind him. He sat on the lotus platform and fell to the ground. He clasped his hands together and began to recite the Rebirth Mantra to save the souls of the dead.
"If you kill me, what's the use of chanting sutras?"
Yan Chixia sheathed his sword, curled his lips, took off the wine gourd from his waist, raised his head and took a big sip, but with his lowered left hand, he secretly pinched a few spells in his sleeve.
…
Under the deep and dark water, Xia Zhichan slowly opened her eyes.
His seven orifices were still stained with dried blood.
"Cough cough cough..."
After coughing a few times, some bright red blood foam came out of his mouth.
"It seems you are not him."
There was regret that could not be concealed in that old voice.
"You...are you the dragon from back then?"
Xia Zhichan touched his chest and coughed a few more times. He had just seen the postures of the Three Immortals of Daqi from the dragon's perspective. Not to mention anything else, the cinnabar yellow talisman in his hand looked really good when it was in Yan Chixia's hand. The sky thunder bursts, making it like the thunder god's lower realm in the sky.
Looking at myself again, I look like an ignorant child using a peerless sword as a fire stick.
"Yes."
The old voice agreed.
Suddenly, a little light rose from an unknown place deep below, and gradually approached the bubble where Xia Zhichan was.
When the light got closer, I saw clearly that it was a golden drop of water.
The water droplets easily passed through the blisters around Xia Zhichan, then floated to his chest, and silently melted into his body like a spring breeze.
Golden silk lines emerged from the skin of Xia Zhichan's chest, and then spread to her limbs like flowing water.
Not only on the surface, but also under his skin, there were golden threads running between the flesh and blood, and even the bones were dyed with a faint golden light.
The golden light transformed every inch of his skin, flesh, and even bones.
"Well……"
The original severe pain in Xia Zhichan's body receded like a tide, and the bones and muscles were filled with an inexplicable force.
"Haha, little devil, I will not bully you. Since I have tested your soul, I will give you a drop of blood as compensation."
The old voice came.
"If I hadn't been saved by Yan Chixia, I would have died miserably by someone else's sword... It's a pity that he has ascended to the immortal world now, and I have no one in this world to talk to."
Xia Zhichan clenched his fists, trying to control the power spreading throughout his body, but no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't control the strange energy.
"I've been waiting for three hundred years, and I don't want to wait any longer..."
The voice didn't care whether Xia Zhichan heard it or not, so he continued on by himself:
"For the past three hundred years, I have been hiding in this dark underground without seeing the light of day... Living is not as good as death..."
That power finally surged into Xia Zhichan's eyes, and a little golden halo slowly appeared around his black pupils.
Everything around her began to slowly become clearer, and Xia Zhichan could see everything clearly even in this dark and lightless environment.
He lowered his head and saw the dragon entrenched below.
Or... dragon corpse.
It was exactly the same as what he saw from the dragon's memory. The huge earth dragon was split in half from the forehead, and the only difference was...
Only half of them appeared in front of Xia Zhichan.
"Both my body and soul were split open by that man's sword. The inner elixir was hidden in this half of the body, so I survived. That half of the body has long since turned into a mountain range among thousands of mountains. .”
The dragon corpse raised his head and looked at Xia Zhichan, who was as small as a grain of rice with only half of his face remaining. Countless red granules were squirming in the cut wound, which looked extremely frightening.
Xia Zhichan knew that the person the dragon corpse was talking about was the little Taoist priest who wielded the peach wood sword in his memory, that is, the ancestor of the Taoist sect Wuya.
"So you came to me because..."
"To... kill me."
The dragon corpse lowered his head again and continued in a low voice:
"I wanted to live back then, and Yan Chixia made me survive..."
There were waves of tremors under the water, and bloody lines flowed around the dragon corpse. The granulations at his wounds kept squirming to form the other half of his body, but that half of the body had no scales, and the squirming red flesh was like a quilt. Peeled river shrimp.
"But I can only live like this! I can't take off, I can't leave the ground, I can only hide in the mud like a loach!"
"I'm... a dragon!"
The water rippled, and a huge roar came from below. The dragon corpse tried to hold itself up, but the red dragon claws made of flesh buds on the other side only looked similar, but they could only hang beside the body like chicken claws, unable to get up at all. to any effect.
His current appearance is both sad and ridiculous.
"The sword energy that man left on me has not dissipated even a bit for three hundred years. This terrible thing is tormenting me all the time..."
The dragon corpse slumped to the ground, and the other side of his body, which was made of red flesh, also cracked open. Pieces of flesh and blood peeled off from his body and fell into the soil beneath him.
Roar!
He let out a wailing cry, the sound was desolate and sad.
"Now I don't want to continue like this, so I found you and asked you to help me..."
"But now I..."
Xia Zhichan shrugged. With his current strength, even if he used the cinnabar yellow talisman to blast the dragon corpse for a year, he might not be able to knock off a few scales.
"Of course not now. You are not even an entry-level spiritual officer. Trying to kill me is nothing more than a dream."
The remaining green eye of the dragon corpse turned to stare at Xia Zhichan. He did not hide his disdain at all. Xia Zhichan was now like an ant in front of him.
"I'm talking about the future. When you reach Yan Chixia's level one day in the future, come back to me..."
"This may take a long time, and I may not be able to reach the level of the ancestor..."
Xia Zhichan thought about the two catastrophes of life and death in her life, and she didn't know if she would survive. Now she actually had to agree to something that she didn't know how long it would take to realize it.
"Are you worried about your own death?"
Dragon Corpse didn't find nothing when he explored Xia Zhichan's soul just now. He naturally understood what Xia Zhichan was caring about.
"Don't worry, even though you are destined to die seven times, it doesn't mean that you will not be able to survive the calamity of death. I have met a person who has been destined to die seven times. Not only did he survive seven calamities of death, he also ascended to the immortal world... …”
"Ascension to the Immortal Realm?"
Xia Zhichan recited the last four words of the dragon corpse over and over again.
A guess came to his mind.
"Could it be..."
"Yes, Yan Chixia back then also suffered seven deaths!"
…
Nan Er put the dried clothes back on. He tightened his belt, took the counter-grain knife in his hand, and turned to look at the still gloomy sky outside.
The cold wind mixed with the raindrops beat against the window, making a crackling sound.
Gulu...
My stomach growls again.
He frowned and walked to the door hungrily holding the knife.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
A woman's silvery laughter came from outside the door.
Um?
Nan Er held the knife in one hand and gently opened the door a gap with the other hand.
Light from outside the house came in.
It's still dark inside the house, but it's daytime outside.
The old, dry tree in the center of the yard actually sprouted new buds. Its slender branches spread out, and gradually the branches became embellished with green.
Those petite green branches and leaves swayed in the wind, expanding little by little.
Small flower buds were dotted among the green leaves on the branches, and soon they had filled up the branches. Those flower buds were crowded and weighed down the branches.
As soon as the spring breeze of March passed, those flower buds began to smile one after another.
Wow.
What you can see is a large piece of pink and white petals, occupying all the branches of the tree, swaying gently in the wind.
This is a peach tree.
It's a pity that it has just bloomed. If it had already produced fruits, wouldn't it be enough to satisfy my hunger?
Nan Er thought for a while and suddenly realized that what he saw was probably just an illusion. After all, whose peach tree can go from sprouting to blooming in less than a stick of incense, this must be witchcraft.
He didn't move, just continued to look.
A little maid with two braids jumped out from the Moon Gate. She walked around the blooming peach tree several times with a smile, and then shouted towards the house where Nan Er was:
"Miss, miss, come out quickly, the peach tree is blooming today!"
There was a squeak.
Nan Er broke out in a cold sweat. He was obviously holding on to the door frame, but he clearly heard the sound of the door being opened.
Then, in a trance, he saw a playful figure wearing a hosta and a pink skirt jumping down the steps in front of him.
"It's great, it's finally blooming."
This woman in pink skirt is the woman who broke in when Nan Er was warming up in the house.
She jumped to the peach tree, put the tip of her nose under the peach blossoms and sniffed a few times, when a gust of wind blew.
A few peach blossoms fell and landed on her temples.
The peach blossoms on the human face complement each other in red.
Nan Er was so entranced that he suddenly forgot that the woman he saw should be a goblin.
"Wow, miss, you seem to be the peach blossom fairy descending to earth..."
The playful maid on the side also imitated her lady's appearance, pinched two peach blossoms from the branches and put them on her temples, but her chubby round face looked even rounder under the reflection of the peach blossoms.
"You maid, don't talk nonsense."
"What nonsense am I talking about? Miss, you are more beautiful than the peach blossom fairy in that painting..."
The little maid covered her mouth and smiled sweetly.
"Xiao Tao!"
The woman's cheeks turned red with embarrassment. Now they were just like the peach blossoms on the tree, white and pink, sparkling and lovely.
A master and a servant were joking under the peach blossom tree when they suddenly heard extremely noisy sounds, including shouts, screams, and the clang of gold and iron.
"The bandits are coming!"
When it was clear what the shouts were, the tall, black-turbaned and masked knife-wielding bandits broke open the Moon Gate.
"Haha, there are two pretty little ladies here..."
The leader, a big man holding a knife, looked at the two beautiful beauties in front of him, his eyes almost flew out.
The brothers beside him were swallowing their saliva and almost lost their grip on the knife.
The master and the servant retreated under the peach tree, but they could not hide anymore. They could only tremble in fear.
"Hahaha! Let me have a taste first..."
The big man who led the bandit came over and wanted to grab the young lady's arm. The maid tried her best to stop him, but was dragged to the other side by the other bandits.
Alas, the maid's clothes were torn apart.
The sound was like a knife scraping across the skin of the woman in pink skirt. She watched helplessly as the maid who was chatting and laughing with her just now let out a wail that was worse than death.
Her pink lips trembled slightly, her trembling hands broke off a small, sharp branch from the peach tree, and pointed the sharp end at her neck.
"Oh, this little lady is quite fierce. I just like riding fierce horses, hahaha..."
The woman bit her lower lip, with two traces of tears hanging down from the corners of her eyes. She gritted her teeth and was about to stab down with all her strength.
Wow!
A ray of moonlight leaped out from the house and circled several times in the courtyard.
Nan Er sheathed the sword.
Dong Dong Dong, the bandit's head fell to the ground.
