Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

A group of people were hurriedly going down the mountain. Everyone was covered in cold sweat and their faces were pale, as if they had seen a ghost.

Someone slipped and rolled down for more than ten feet, but he immediately got up without checking whether he was injured or not. He continued to run as if nothing happened, just wanting to leave this place quickly.

Mr. Zhao has excellent qinggong. He runs at the front and can jump several feet with every step he takes.

Finally, they came down the mountain. Everyone seemed to have just escaped from the gate of hell, with a look of joy on their faces.

Until they saw a figure standing not far away.

A starched monk's robe that turned white was covered in many patches, but it couldn't cover his snow-like skin.

Everyone stood there with frightened eyes, at a loss, and finally looked at Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, walked step by step to Fang Chen, and said respectfully:

"The villain pays homage to the senior."

"You seem to like Wolong Temple very much?"

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

Mr. Zhao knelt on the ground with a plop and kept kowtowing: "Senior, please spare my life. I am a villain obsessed with money. I am willing to make up for my fault."

"How about you guys live at the foot of the mountain and help look after the gate from now on?"

Fang Chen smiled.

"You obey, villain!"

Mr. Zhao lowered his head to the ground, suppressed the fear in his heart, and responded hurriedly.

After a few breaths, Master Qing stepped forward and said softly: "Sir, that master has left."

Only then did Mr. Zhao dare to raise his head, and sure enough, Fang Chen was no longer there. He suddenly fell to the ground with a pale face, and his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.

Taoyang Town.

The climate here is very cold, with heavy snow falling from the sky, and every household is basically closed.

"Madam, drink this bowl of soup quickly while it's hot."

A strong man in his thirties held a bowl of hot soup and handed it to his wife.

The woman rolled her eyes at him: "There isn't much meat in the soup, it's a clear soup with little water. I really suffered a lot when I married you.

When will you get me two fish to replenish my health? Even if I don’t eat the big one, I will eat the small one. "

The strong man nodded with a flattering look on his face: "Madam, please don't worry. When the day gets better, we will go down to the river to catch some fish for you and come back to replenish your health."

The woman then took the soup bowl with a satisfied look on her face and asked while drinking:

"How much food does our family have left?"

"It's not much, there are still about a hundred kilograms left, which is enough for us to survive this winter. There are not many households in Taoyang Town who have a better life than us."

The strong man smiled proudly.

"There are more than a hundred kilograms of food left over, but I don't want to give Nai's father a bite. This house is very warm and there is room, but I don't want to give him a place."

"who!?"

The couple jumped up in fright, nearly knocking over their soup bowls, and looked at the dinner table with horrified expressions.

At some point, a young Taoist priest appeared and was sitting opposite them.

The strong man's face darkened, he immediately took out the hatchet from his waist and struck at Fang Chen without saying a word.

Halfway through the chop with the hatchet, he found that no matter how hard he tried, the knife just couldn't fall, as if a pair of invisible hands had grabbed him.

The strong man's expression became more and more frightened, and the woman had stepped back and hid behind the strong man.

"I don't know you, but I met an old man on the road who said he was your father."

Fang Chen smiled.

The strong man was surprised and uncertain: "No way, he is already dead, how could you possibly meet him."

"Yes, I met him on Huangquan Road. He said he wanted to come to Taoyang Town to join his son, but in the end he froze to death in the shack. He died without even having enough to eat."

Fang Chen chuckled and said, "Are you reluctant to part with the three to five taels of surplus food?"

The couple was stunned for a moment, looking at Fang Chen blankly, the fear in their eyes getting more and more intense.

Just then, the sound of a baby crying sounded.

Fang Chen looked towards the head of the bed and saw an infant crying loudly.

He smiled, stood up and came to the door: "I was just passing by here and came to see you. There are gods above my head. Death is not the end.

So accumulate some good virtue, lest you go to the underworld in the future, and there will be no one to connect you across the River of Forgetfulness. "

Fang Chen opened the door and left, disappearing into the heavy snow.

The strong man was stunned for several breaths before he realized what was happening. He quickly stepped forward and closed the door tightly, and then looked at the woman in surprise:

"Husband, madam, did he just say that there is an underworld in this world?"

The woman looked ugly: "He must be pretending to be a ghost and trying to defraud us of our money. Leave him alone, or he is someone from the family that has a grudge against me to scare us."

The strong man sat down on the chair blankly and murmured to himself: "If there really is an underworld, then my father will definitely go to the underworld when he dies. In the future, when we die, we will also go to the underworld and see my mother and my family." Ancestors..."

Having said this, his face trembled, and then he looked at the woman angrily:

"It's all your fault. I said I would give the old man a mouthful of food, but you insisted on saying that he wasn't hungry and asked me to save my time. It's all your fault. How will I see them after I die?"

The woman suddenly became furious and rushed towards the strong man and beat him:

"You're still blaming me. I'm not here for this family. You think I'm here for myself. I don't want to live anymore. I don't want to live anymore. Get out of here! Get out of here!"

Five hundred miles south of Taoyang Town, there is another small town. The climate here is not that cold, but because it has just experienced a war, it looks like everything is in a hurry, and there are not many people on the street.

"Mr. Qing, it's not that our Zhang family went back on our word, but that boy of yours was the general of the Tiger Kingdom. Now that the Tiger Kingdom has been defeated and the Yue Kingdom has taken over, if there is a liquidation afterwards, your Qing family is afraid that there will be big trouble. At this time, , wouldn’t the Zhang family be seeking death if they marry you again?”

In Qing Mansion, two groups of people were discussing, and the head of the Zhang family just spoke.

The people in the Qing Mansion heard the head of the Zhang family speak frankly and were afraid of being implicated by the Qing Mansion. Although they felt very uncomfortable, they did not say anything.

After a long silence, Mr. Qing tapped the ground with his crutch: "What you said makes sense. Now that our Qing Mansion is in decline, and I don't know whether my grandson is alive or dead, this marriage should not be ended, and the old man doesn't want to delay your daughter. . She is a good girl and should have a better home."

After saying this, he glanced at the person next to him: "Go get the marriage certificate and tear it up in front of the head of the Zhang family."

"Yes, father."

The head of the Zhang family and a group of relatives and friends breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this. Before they came, they were most afraid that the Qing Mansion would not settle the matter.

That marriage document is not a marriage document, to them, it is just a reminder.

Soon, the marriage certificate was fetched, but just when Qingfu was about to tear it up in front of his face, a middle-aged man stumbled in.

"Sir, it's not good! The lady is hanging!"

"What!?"

The head of the Zhang family trembled, stood up suddenly, and stared at the middle-aged man:

"Can you say that again!"

The middle-aged man looked horrified: "The young lady hung herself from a rafter. When we found out, it was already too late. We couldn't save her."

Everyone in the Zhang family seemed to have been drained of energy and slumped on their chairs.

The people in the Qing Mansion looked at each other with solemn expressions.

Mr. Qing was silent for a long time and said slowly: "If you don't mind, the old man can let her pass."

"Old man, you must not do this!"

Everyone in the Qing Mansion was suddenly shocked and quickly spoke to persuade him.

"If Qing Sui is here, I will definitely let her pass."

Mr. Qing said calmly.

These words immediately made everyone in the Qing Mansion shut their mouths one after another.

The head of the Zhang family lost his mind, forced a smile and cupped his hands: "The old man has a great spirit, I appreciate my kindness. Our Zhang family will handle this matter on our own."

"Am I late?"

A voice suddenly sounded.

People from the Zhang family and the Qing family turned around and saw a young Taoist standing in front of the hall with a frown on his face.