ghost master

Wang Xiaopang rode a spirit crane and flew towards his home. At first he flew so high that no one could see him, but when he lowered his height to about [-] meters, the people on the ground didn't see him.

"It's a fairy!" The simple people excitedly pointed to Wang Xiaopang in the sky. Some people knelt down to worship Wang Xiaopang, but most of them chose to run with Wang Xiaopang. For a while, the small Chuan'an County became lively. The streets are full of ordinary people running to watch the excitement.

Seeing that he had created such a big commotion, Wang Xiaopang immediately became excited. He rode on Linghe's back with a proud face, but Han Lin shot him in the head with an ice bead.

"What's there to be proud of? It's just a group of mortals." Han Lin taught Wang Xiaopang with a straight face: "Cultivation taboos pride and complacency, which is not conducive to future cultivation."

Wang Xiaopang picked up the ice bead and stuffed it into his mouth. While sucking it, he asked Han Lin, "Of course I am happy to be worshiped by others, but I wonder why the cultivation world shuns mortals so much."

"It's troublesome to deal with mortals. If you don't have the skills, your lifespan is short and you have too many things. Whenever you have a problem that can't be solved, you pray to God and worship Buddha. The things that are provided to us are useless to us. We occasionally help them. If things are done, we will run away. More mortals who want to ask for something come to disturb our cultivation, if things can't be done, maybe there will be a saying that "the cultivator is nothing more than this", and as time goes by, the world of cultivation will avoid mortals." Han Lin to Wang Xiaopang Explain, and at the end, he said to him: "You will understand when you get along with ordinary people for a long time."

"We mortals are not like what you said." Wang Xiaopang was a little unhappy. Although he entered the cultivation world for a year, in his consciousness he was still a mortal. young master.

Han Lin looked away coldly, not intending to argue with Wang Xiaopang. He spread his spiritual consciousness to cover the entire small county, and found a miniature spiritual vein on a mountain in the southwest. In the place, there is only one old Taoist on the eighth floor of the Qi refining period who is meditating and practicing, and it is Wang Xiaopang's adoptive father.

After making sure that there were no other monks here, Han Lin took back his consciousness. At this time, they had descended to a height of more than ten meters. "as a "fairy boy", but they didn't realize that this "fairy boy" with red lips and white teeth was the only son of their county magistrate, Wang Xiaopang who left a year ago to go to the fairy land to seek Taoism.

Naturally, someone went to notify the county magistrate of such a big event as the arrival of the fairy boy. Wang Xiaopang's father was in the house beating Wang Xiaopang's mother's legs. Hearing the news, the husband and wife were overjoyed. The first thought was naturally "My son is back!", so he hurriedly dressed and came out of the house, but when he heard that the fairy boy was a slender and beautiful boy, not his chubby baby, he was disappointed again, but I still stand at the door of my house and look up, thinking that it would be good to see Xiantong's figure, and maybe I can get a little bit of immortality.

Wang Xiaopang's home is a big family in Chuan'an County, so Wang Xiaopang rode a crane around the sky and found it. He pointed to his home and said to Han Lin: "Master, Master! Look, that is My house! The biggest one in the county is my house!"

Wang Xiaopang said that he was proud, but Han Lin glanced down, what a big family, there were only seven or eight houses, not as big as some courtyards in the outer gate of Xuetianzong.

Wang Xiaopang drove the spirit crane to the door of his house with a red face, and the people gathered around gave way to him one after another, as if they wanted to get close but didn't dare to get too close.

Wang Xiaopang's father put on a gesture of paying respect to his lord, shook off his toga and official uniform, and said respectfully to Wang Xiaopang: "My lord, Wang Dawei, is the county magistrate of Chuan'an County. I don't know if Fairy Boy is here this time..."

Before Wang Dawei could finish his words, his wife pinched down his waist severely. He groaned, and looked at his wife with a bitter old face, but saw that she was looking at the fairy boy excitedly, and the corners of her eyes were already closed. tears.

"It's Little Fatty! Our Little Fatty!" Miao Cuicui rushed towards Wang Xiaopang with three-inch feet, hugged Wang Xiaopang who had just got off the spirit crane, and cried out in distress: "Little fat! Why are you so thin?"

Wang Xiaopang felt his mother's soft body and smelled the elegant fragrance of her body, which made him, who had been homesick for a long time, cry out with a sore nose.

Wang Dawei was a little dazed at first, but now he looked carefully at Wang Xiaopang's appearance, and found that he was very similar to his wife when she was a teenager, and his son's shadow could be found in the contours and eyebrows, so he suddenly realized that he patted his thigh and walked quickly He stepped forward and hugged the mother and son who were embracing each other.

This touching scene made many old servants in the county magistrate's mansion cry, and the people around were amazed. They didn't expect Wang Xiaopang to change so much after leaving for a year. His look and temperament are quite different from before.

In the past, when Wang Xiaopang went out, everyone could tell that he was a local young master from a small place, but now he would not attract suspicion even if he pretended to be a nobleman, and he looked different from the people around him. It's as if it's glowing.

The family of three hugged at the door for a while, and the county magistrate happily embraced his wife and children and entered the house. After a while, an old servant came out and set off two firecrackers to celebrate, while the common people gathered outside to chat, talking about the future of the Wang family. Kind of, until it was getting dark before they dispersed.