Reborn Star Plane Merchant

Xiaojia Village has suddenly become lively recently. Many married daughters have brought their husbands and children back to live. There are also family members of the daughter-in-law and the seven aunts and eight aunts. As a result, he stayed and didn't leave.

Those who are close go back to their villages to farm during the day, and those who are far away open up wasteland around the village. Shanwa's father looked in the direction of the back mountain and went to your uncle's house with a bottle of wine.

In the evening of the next day, Uncle Gui sat on the dam again and told stories:

"I heard from people of my grandfather's generation that there is a dragon king living in the big lake on the mountain behind us, and the villages near us have good weather every year. One year, many strongmen came to the village, burned, killed and looted, and the villagers set up incense cases to offer fruits. , ask the Dragon King to bless you, it is strange to say that since then, no strongman has entered the village."

"Could it be true? Our village is really blessed by the Dragon King?" A man sitting on the haystack asked thoughtfully after hearing this.

"Don't tell me, there might really be a dragon king in our back mountain. Otherwise, why do other places have disasters every year, either droughts or floods, but we have good weather every year?"

"Yeah, you said that when the strongman entered the village, the head of the household fell down without even noticing them. I heard from Qiangzi, who was working in the government office, that those culprits didn't remember what happened. Maybe they were really protected by the Dragon King!"

Everyone said their own guesses one by one, but there is only one general idea, that is, there might really be a Dragon King on the back mountain.

As the saying goes, it is better to believe what you have than to believe what you have not. After discussing for a while, the villagers decided to go up the mountain to pay homage to the Dragon King, and the day was set on the fifteenth day of this month.

On the day of the [-]th day, before dawn, the villagers went up the mountain holding torches and kowtowing step by step. Yulong sat on the dragon's horn, hidden in the clouds, watching the long torch dragon stretching from the foot of the mountain to the middle of the mountain.

After he heard Yun Xiang's words that day, he casually set up a simple formation in the village. If any malicious thieves invaded, he would touch it, but it wouldn't hurt his life, but he would pass out for a while and wake up. I don't remember anything after coming here.

Although none of those people had a few lives in their hands, and they deserved to die, but Yulong grew up in a society ruled by law and was not used to harvesting human lives at will, so they just knocked them out and handed them over to the government for disposal.

Yulong is a cultivator of immortals, and the mundane world has nothing to do with him. In this troubled world, he didn't need to take care of these villagers, but those he didn't know didn't matter. He had seen most of the villagers here, and sometimes he brought Xiaolong with him He played at the entrance of the village and greeted them. People can't remain indifferent to the people they know, so he can help if he can.

Besides, since he lived here, he was also predestined with them.

The villagers set up incense tables by the lake to offer fruit, knelt down and worshiped.

Shanwa's family is also on the list. They are as devout as other villagers, and even more devout and serious than others.

Soon after worshiping the mountain, the village issued a rule that it is not allowed to open up wasteland in the back mountain.

The news about Xiaojia Village was also spread in the town. A young man in ragged clothes was leaning against the corner of the wall, listening to the comments of passers-by, his eyes flashed with deep thought.

"Brother Lin, have you heard?" The companion next to him whispered in his ear, "Someone ate that two days ago..."

"Which one?" The young man listened intently to the two passers-by talking about the Xiao Family Village, and asked indifferently when he heard the little beggar's voice.

"That's the one..." The little beggar muttered in the direction of Zhenxi, "Didn't someone die over there two days ago? That person's body disappeared that night, and we smelled the smell of barbecue that night..."

"What did you say?" The boy finally came back to his senses, staring at him sharply.

The little beggar raised his chin, "Think about it, besides humans, are there any other living things in this area? Not to mention rats, you can't even find a snake. Where did they get their meat? Other than that what else?"

A disgusted look appeared on the boy's face.

"Brother Lin, why don't we also go to Xiaojia Village to have a look, the world is so chaotic, let's squat here, there will be no tomorrow, maybe one day we will be caught in a dream..." The little beggar wiped his neck , "I heard that although Xiaojia Village can't get anything to eat, it can barely survive by gnawing tree bark and grass roots."

"Listen to you, let's go now." The boy stood up after speaking.

"En?" The little beggar raised his head, "Let's go now?"

"If you don't leave, why don't you stay here for the New Year?" The boy raised his foot and left.

"Wait for me, let's bring our belongings." The little beggar hurriedly followed, "Although a few clothes are not worth much, but winter is coming soon, and we will have nothing to wear there if we go there without starving to death." freeze to death."

The young man strode forward, his footsteps were like the wind, and the little beggar was chasing after him weakly. He complained as he walked, "What are you doing so fast, sir, I am so hungry that I have no strength at all..."

"Who eats and drinks as soon as he gets the money?" The young man turned into an alley, removed the tiles from a broken clay pot in the corner, and took out a few tattered clothes from it. It's autumn now, Clothes can be stolen in a blink of an eye if they are not hidden.

"I'm not too hungry, am I?" the little beggar grumbled softly. He bought six big buns that day when he returned to town, ate three for himself, and gave three to the boy.

But the boy didn't eat him for nothing. For the past two days, the two of them lived on the last few coppers on the boy's body. The two of them had a steamed bun a day, and each ate half a bun, and then poured a large bowl of water. full of water.

The boy packed the clothes of the two of them, and when he passed the steamed stuffed bun shop, he bought a steamed bun with the last copper coin on his body, broke the two halves neatly, and handed half of it to the little beggar.

"Money is worthless now." The little beggar lamented while eating in small bites. A few months ago, one copper plate could buy two steamed buns, but now I can only buy one. This one is not half of the original one. Big, two bites and it's gone.

The two walked all the way and asked about the location of Xiaojia Village, until they finally reached the entrance of the village when the sun was setting on the western mountain.They came quite late, and many beggars had already settled at the entrance of the village.

The head of the village did not allow beggars to enter the village, and only set aside a place for them at the entrance of the village, so that they could have a safe place to stay.

The two found a shelter from the wind, the young man opened the bag, spread the clothes on the floor, and then lay down on it. The little beggar was so tired that he sat down on the ground, stroking his burning stomach with one hand, and said weakly, "I'm exhausted, little boy!" Father."

Seeing that the little beggar was sweating profusely, the young man got up from the ground, walked to the edge of the stream, tore off a leaf and folded it, scooped up some stream water and handed it to him. The little beggar drank the water from his hand, slowly Lie down slowly.

The boy looked at the leaves in his hand and confirmed that they were not poisonous, so he stuffed them into his mouth and chewed and swallowed them.

"Give me two too." The little beggar swallowed.

The boy went to the stream, picked a handful of leaves, gave half to the little beggar, and then took the rest and ate it piece by piece.

The leaves were bitter and astringent, and even though his stomach was on fire, he still found it hard to swallow.

After eating the leaves in his hands, he lay down next to the little beggar, wrapped his clothes and fell asleep.

Now it's autumn, the night is as cold as water, the little beggar was so cold that he shrank into his arms, the young man wrinkled his nose, and turned his face to the other side, "I'm going to wash my hair tomorrow, it smells so bad."

"Cold..." The little beggar also knew that he didn't smell good, but now it's cold, if he catches a cold after washing his hair, he probably has to confess his little life. It's better to die from a stinky brother than to die from illness.

The little beggar thrust his body into the boy's arms, opened his eyes and looked at a middle-aged man next to him and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, where is Dragon King Mountain?"

The middle-aged man closed his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to him, but the little beggar kept whispering in his ear like a parrot.

The middle-aged man turned over and impatiently pointed in one direction. In fact, he had never even entered the village, so he didn't know where Longwang Mountain was.

The boy turned his head and looked at the direction he was pointing thoughtfully.

Before dawn the next morning, when Yulong opened the door, she saw two ragged boys, one tall and one short, standing in front of the fence.

I don't know how long they have been standing, and their bodies are soaked in dew.

Seeing him coming out, the tall boy among them hesitated for a moment, cupped his fists and saluted, "Your junior, Lin Yue, has met the elder."

The little beggar was stunned for a moment, and then clasped his fists together and said, "The junior Fengli has met the fairy elder."

Yulong blinked her eyes, walked over to open the fence, stood in front of the two, glanced at them, "What do you call me?"

"Immortal Elder." The young man raised his head, met Shang Yulong's smiling eyes, and paused, "Please Immortal Elder, please accept the two of us as disciples."

Seeing that the little beggar's face was pale, Yulong was clearly about to lose his footing, so she didn't say much nonsense, and first welcomed the two of them into the door.

Bring tea and snacks and put them in front of them, "We are guests from afar, the two little brothers should have something to eat first."

The two of them were not polite, they grabbed the various exquisite snacks on the plate and ate them in big mouthfuls.

"Why do you call me Xianchang?" Yulong asked when they were almost done eating.

"If it wasn't for the fairy chief to cast spells to punish Xiaoxiao, how could the villagers here live and work in peace and contentment in this troubled world? Besides, the last time I met the fairy chief in the town for the first time, the fairy chief didn't know anything about the outside world. How could ordinary people Haven’t communicated with the outside world for several years? And in terms of time, before the appearance of the immortal head, the village at the foot of the mountain was also attacked by bandits, and after the appearance of the immortal head, the village was saved from the murderous hands of robbers.”

"You're really clever." Yulong smiled, and didn't say whether to take the two of them as apprentices, but asked them to live in the west wing and take charge of cooking and cooking every day.

"Brother Lin, are you telling the truth?" The little beggar took an ax to chop wood, and when he went down with the ax, there was a sound of metal and stone colliding, but there was no damage on the wood, "I'm so good, this Is it a tree? Is this a rock?"

"What do you think?" Lin Yue took a red thing, whether it was a vegetable or a fruit, and washed it under the water.

"I said, you dragged me up the mountain in the middle of the night," the little beggar rubbed his stuffed stomach, squinting his eyes in happiness, "I haven't eaten for a long time, no matter what you said is true or not. Fake, as long as I take care of food and housing, I have nothing else to ask for, isn’t it just chopping firewood? I’ll chop it up, sir!”

"Ding——" the little beggar swung the ax vigorously, and a spark of electricity flashed out. He couldn't help being stunned, "Brother Lin, maybe what you said is true..."

☆、87|No.80|Seven chapters

Because the little beggar didn't cut out the firewood, the breakfast this day was tomatoes mixed with sugar, cucumbers mixed with cold salad, a plate of mung bean cakes, and a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

Although Lin Yue didn't know tomatoes, it was inevitable that he would figure out the correct method.

When Huangfu Rui and Xiaolong came to the table, their jaws almost dropped to the ground, especially Xiaolong, who appeared in a miniature body.

The little beggar stared at it blankly for a long time, then said with tongue-tied words, "Is it a dragon?"

The little dragon opened his mouth, and sprayed water all over his body and face in a "poof", obviously its mouth was so small that it was not as big as a pigeon's egg, and the water it sprayed out was at least as big as a bathtub.

Lin Yue quickly pulled the little beggar down to his knees, "We don't intend to offend, please forgive me, Dragon King."

"It's just teasing you." Yulong touched Xiaolong's horns, and put a plate of mung bean cakes in front of it, "Get up, don't kneel."

Lin Yue pulled the little beggar to stand up, and Yulong told them to sit down and have breakfast. The two of them had just had a full meal before, so they were not very hungry at this time. Lin Yue ate two slices of tomatoes and two pieces of cucumber and put down the chopsticks.

He has never tasted a tomato before so he can't compare it, but this cucumber tastes completely different from the ones he has eaten before. Although it still has the unique fragrance of cucumber, it is extraordinarily delicious, crisp and tender with a touch of sweetness. Feel a warm current rising from the abdomen.

Perhaps neither of these things is mundane?

The little beggar focused all his attention on Xiaolong. Seeing that Xiaolong liked to eat mung bean cake, he took a piece and fed it to his mouth.

Xiaolong turned his head to one side, Yulong looked at the little beggar's pitch-black paws, the little beggar stuffed the mung bean cake into his mouth, wiped his hands on his clothes, and said with a blushing face, "I've washed it, washed it. Not clean..."

"There is a hot spring in the backyard, both of you go to wash yourself after eating, remember not to wash in the hot spring, fill up the water, carry the water outside after washing and pour it out by yourself." Yulong looked at Xiaolong and smiled. He said, "You can't pour it by the lake, let alone pour it into the lake."

Based on the principle of not wasting, the little beggar ate the few slices of tomatoes left on the plate, his eyes lit up, and he said obediently, "Yes, Master."

Yulong returned to the room and logged on to Skynet to buy some clothes for the two teenagers. The reason why he accepted the two was firstly because they had spiritual roots in their bodies, secondly because they were pure-hearted, and thirdly because they were blessed by heaven. Since the gods let them meet themselves, it may be said that this is the fate that belongs to each other.

The two found a bathtub and washed it naked in the backyard. The little beggar rubbed his hair, "I forgot to ask the master for soap horns."

As soon as the words fell, I saw a silver-gray bottle on the wooden board next to the clothes.

The little beggar opened his mouth wide in shock, raised his head and looked around, but saw no one, so he stretched out his hand and pulled Lin Yue's arm, "Lin, brother Lin, have you seen..."

"I see." Lin Yue reached out to take the bottle, and found that the words on it were missing a lot of strokes, but even guessed, he still understood the general meaning.

His hand pressed somewhere on the bottle, and a stream of transparent mucus was squeezed out. He rubbed the mucus on his fingers, and a lot of white foam formed.

"This is for shampooing?" The little beggar understood at a glance, reached out and took the bottle, squeezed a ball on his hand, rubbed it on his hair.

"Well, this is much better than saponins."

The two changed the water three times in a row before they could wash their bodies clean. After washing, the water was carried to the sewer behind the kitchen and poured out.

Yulong stood at the door, looking at the two naked young men with a funny face, "How old are you, and you don't feel ashamed?"

"Master!" The little beggar ran over happily, took the clothes from him, and chose one of the smaller sets to put on himself, "Thank you, Master."

Lin Yue walked over naked, took another set of clothes and put them on, "Master is also a man, what's there to be ashamed of?"

Yulong choked for a moment, turned around and left, "When will you two chop the firewood and when will you eat?"

The little beggar looked at Yulong's back and bumped Lin Yue's shoulder, "I think Master is getting angry... Ouch!" He reached out and touched his forehead, not daring to criticize, "Let's go, woodcutter, let's chop Chai to go!"

Lin Yue glanced thoughtfully at Yulong's Bei Ying when she heard the words, then turned and walked into the firewood room.

After a while, there was the sound of clanging and chopping firewood in the backyard.

Yulong listened at the window for a while, hooked the corners of her mouth, and went into the secret room to practice.

The two of them chopped wood for a month, and except for the first day, they never saw Yulong again, but there were always plenty of pastries on the table every day, and fresh vegetables in the kitchen.

At first, the two of them were surprised, but then gradually got used to all kinds of unreasonable things.

After all, even the Dragon King lives under the same roof as them, what else is incomprehensible?

Since they couldn't make a fire, the two of them had regular dishes every day except tomatoes mixed with sugar and cucumbers mixed with cold sauce. Sometimes they would wash the green leafy vegetables and eat them raw. After all, they even ate leaves and grass roots. No problem, it is even more delicious than ordinary vegetables that have been seasoned outside.

Over the past month, not only have the flesh on the two of them grown back, but their strength has also become much stronger than before. When chopping firewood before, there would be no marks even with an axe, but now they can cut about one centimeter in. up.

In the beginning, two cucumbers and one tomato could last a day, but now I can eat two tomatoes, two cucumbers, and one Chinese cabbage in one meal.

Although they have been eating raw food, the two of them have never thought of going up the mountain to cut firewood. It is obvious that as long as they pick up the dead branches and leaves outside, they can light a fire.

Except for the time to eat and sleep, the two of them have been chopping firewood in the backyard, without even a moment of rest.

For the sake of the good behavior of the two apprentices, one month later, Yulong put two books on cultivation techniques on the dinner table.

He didn't mean to embarrass these two little guys on purpose before, but the two of them suffered too much physical damage and their foundations were too poor, and they needed to recover slowly. Cutting firewood was just for them to exercise their bodies and their willpower along the way.

"From today onwards, you two don't need to chop firewood anymore, just concentrate on practicing this mind method." Considering that the two of them hadn't drawn their energy into their bodies and couldn't read the jade slips, Yulong directly used spells to create two spells. This paper book contains the contents of the Beginner’s Guide to Comprehension, "After the two of you memorize this book by heart, you must destroy it, and you must not pass it on to a third person."

"Yes, Master." The two replied in unison.

Another month later, the two of them introduced Qi into their bodies one after another.

Yulong went out of the seclusion to check their progress, made a point, and then went into seclusion again.

Now that the troubled times have come, he has to hurry up and improve his strength. Even if he can't raise his combat power to the level of the Great Demon King, at least he can protect himself a bit more.

Cultivation has no time, and three years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The black and skinny little beggar in those days has turned into a handsome young man, but the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy has begun to look a bit manly, his facial features are sharp and sharp, and his heroic spirit is somewhat sharp, like a knife A sword that is just showing its peak.

In the past three years, Yulong has been supplying all kinds of spiritual vegetables and fruits without hesitation, and the two of them have extraordinary talents, so they entered the realm extremely quickly.

Born in troubled times, Yulong didn't have time to wait for them to advance slowly. Under the condition of not hurting their foundation, supplemented by his newly developed marrow washing pill, the two of them quickly advanced from the beginning of Qi refining to the building of building within three years. base period.

It has been a month since the two of them established their foundations. Yulong saw that their realm had stabilized, so she recruited the two of them, "You were born in troubled times, and even though the affairs of the secular world have nothing to do with you, it is my task to slay demons and demons." It is the duty of a cultivator, the demons have been rampant in the past two years, and the people are in dire straits, can the two of you go down the mountain to kill the demons?"

"Disciple is willing." The two replied in unison.

Yulong nodded and handed the two storage bags to them, "There are some spiritual fruits and elixir for you, you need to be more careful when you go out, if you encounter a strong enemy, you don't need to fight hard, remember that you won't be able to defeat them Just run."

Feng Li had a serious face at the beginning, but when she heard "run away if you can't beat it" behind, she couldn't help but chuckle, "Master, don't worry, old man, we will come back wholeheartedly."

"Am I very old?" Yulong sternly waved her hand and said, "Hurry up and get out."

The two went down the mountain and found that the mountain had changed drastically. When they came last time, the village was still peaceful and peaceful, but now nine out of ten households are empty, and the weeds in the field have grown as high as half a person.

The two looked at each other in dismay, both feeling incredible.

"At the foot of the mountain, there is a formation set up by Master. Nothing should happen. How could it be like this now?" Fengli stopped when she passed by a house, and asked the old woman sitting at the entrance of the village, "Ma'am , what happened in the village?"

"The two younger generations are foreigners, right? I don't know where you came from, but you have seen this scene. There have been wars and wars for the past few years, and everyone has been killed..." The old woman waved her hand, " no more."

Fengli and Lin Yue looked at each other, and hurried out of the village. When they came last time, they saw many fleeing people along the way, but now there was not even a ghost.

"If I hadn't met Master, you and I might not have existed in this world." Fengli couldn't help sighing.

"Maybe the grass on the grave is so tall." Lin Yue pointed to the weeds on the roadside.

"You still want to have a grave? I don't know whose belly it got into..." Fengli thought of something, and a disgusted look appeared on her face.

The two walked all the way to the town without seeing even half a person. Fengli held the sword in both hands, "Master said to kill demons and demons, where can we find them?"

"This is the territory of the Dragon God. Naturally, there will be no monsters and ghosts who don't have long eyes." Lin Yue looked up at the sky, "War in the north, drought in the south, where to go?"

"It's the same anywhere," Fengli thought for a while, "It's too cold in the north, let's go to the south."

Lin Yue looked at him. Now that they are cultivators, they are no longer afraid of the cold and heat, but Fengli subconsciously still feels afraid of the cold. He nodded and said, "Okay."

☆、88|No.80 Eight|Chapter

Fengli took two steps and realized by herself, "Ha, I forgot that I am not afraid of the cold anymore, let's go to the north. There was no one in the south 800 years ago. On the contrary, the north has been fighting all the time, many people died, and there was a lot of resentment." , there may be many monsters too."

The two have just entered the foundation building stage, and they can't fly with the sword yet. There is a flying magic weapon in the storage bag, but it needs to consume spiritual power. When the two are out of the house, they feel that it is better to save spiritual power at ordinary times, and it is better to save their lives at critical moments.

So they went to the town and spent a lot of money to buy a carriage, and the two of them turned around and drove all the way to the north.

But Yulong said that Yulong had sent his two apprentices to subjugate demons, so he walked into the quiet room and sat down on the garden. He looked at the closed door, logged into Skynet, and entered the market.

"Don't miss it when you pass by. Just take a look at the Sansheng Stone, you only need the Nine Nine Eight Immortal Stone, the Nine Nine Eight Immortal Stone, you can see the past life, the present life, and the next life. Whether you want to find a lover in the past life or a partner in the next life, the Sansheng Stone can help you realize your wish. , don’t miss it when you pass by!”

Yulong walked over, and an old man with a gray beard smiled and said, "Little brother, do you want to take a look? As long as the nine-nine-eight fairy stone..."

"Are you the real Sansheng Stone?" Yulong interrupted him.

"If it's fake, don't worry, God..." White Beard paused slightly, patted his chest and said, "...Guaranteed character."

"I don't have fairy stones, can I use spirit stones?" Yulong asked without hope.

The white-bearded old man looked at him, rolled his eyes, and said, "Little brother, it's not impossible for you to use Lingshi, but there are only texts and no videos."

"How many spirit stones do you want?"

"Look, little brother, you don't have a lot of money, and I won't charge you too much, just a hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones." The old man with white beard had an expression that the cabbage was cheap.

Yulong only had [-] high-grade spirit stones in total, so he was so cruel that he paid them all.

The old man with the white beard asked him to stand in front of the Sansheng Stone, and lines of words gradually emerged on the surface of the stone: In the silent night, the door of the room opened automatically, and the person on the bed opened his eyes suddenly, only to see a group of white shadows holding a bag with difficulty. The potted flower moved in, it seemed to be very strenuous, took a step and put the flower on the ground to rest for a while, then picked it up and continued walking, it took a lot of effort to get to the bedside, put the flowerpot on the bed On the bedside table, it turned into a starburst and submerged in the orange-red flowers.

The person on the bed watched its every move in the dark night, couldn't help raising the corners of its mouth, sat up and lit an incense stick on the bedside.

In the early morning, Bai Yan was sitting at the dining table eating breakfast alone, a small group of white shadows floated in front of him, its small transparent paws passed through the golden chicken legs, it retracted its paws, and opened its black and white eyes pitifully. looking at him.

Bai Yan finished his breakfast in a leisurely manner before saying to it, "Do you want to eat?"

It nodded uncomfortably.

"If you want to eat, you have to practice hard. When you cultivate the body, you can eat whatever you want!" The deep and charming voice is persuasive and seductive.

It looked at the chicken leg left on the plate, looked away reluctantly, and nodded vigorously.

"Then move your flower pot to its proper place now, and go in and practice obediently." Bai Yan wiped his hands with a pure white wet towel.

It floated away like a puff of smoke, and after a while it appeared at the top of the stairs holding its flower pot, and moved down the stairs step by step with difficulty.

Bai Yan didn't help it either, and watched it work for a long time before moving the flowerpot back to its original position, and then turned into a starburst and burrowed into the orange-red flowers.

And at night, it came into his room with its flowerpot in its arms.

Every time he eats, he can feel its small resentful eyes. He sighs quietly, counts with his slender and white fingers, should the spirit flower on Jiuyou Mountain bloom?This spirit flower blooms every 30 years, and bears fruit every 30 years. It is a treasure that all monsters in the world will fight for with their lives. If it is taken and given to this little ghost, it will be able to cultivate into a real body within three years.

It's just that going here is bound to be very dangerous, but this little devil can't be taken with him anymore. Seeing how clingy he is, he has to figure out a way to settle him properly.

There is a dilapidated Taoist temple at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. In the Taoist temple, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy is the head of this generation of the Maoshan School. Due to the low morale and the decline of the world, the Maoshan School now has only a polished commander, but no disciples. It can be used.

Therefore, the headmaster was carrying a bundle of firewood into the Taoist temple, and he saw the handsome man sitting on his only grand teacher's chair with flaws. He threw the firewood on the ground, splashing a cloud of dust, while Gritting his teeth and cursing in a low voice, how did he provoke such a demon star?Thinking about him, the majestic head of the Maoshan sect, not only can't even beat a ghost, but also had to sign a series of unequal treaties that forfeit power and humiliate the country under the power of this evil ghost, it makes me cry...

"The Taoist priest just came back from chopping firewood?" The other party greeted him with a smile as if he didn't see his face as if he was eating, which made him sweat badly and at the same time raise a bad feeling.

"What are you doing here?" He said angrily.

"I've got to go out, and I'll leave this pot of flowers to you." The other party didn't take his attitude to heart at all, as if ordering his own guards.

Only then did he notice that there was a pot of orange-red Clivia on the table next to him. With just one glance, he could see the mystery of this potted flower. Did you really use yourself as the guard of his house?

"Seeing that you don't even have any tea, I won't sit any longer," the other party stood up, walked two steps and stopped, and said unhurriedly: "Look after me, something went wrong, I Raze your Taoist temple to the ground."

"Hey, who said I'm going to show you the brat?" He yelled angrily, but the figure of the other party had already disappeared. He turned around and stared at Clivia on the table, and threatened viciously: "Smelly brat, you Give me some peace, or I'll sacrifice you to my mahogany sword!"

Shirai Shadow, who was about to escape, paused. Although he didn't know what a mahogany sword was, he knew it was not a good thing from the boy's tone.

"Second Qiu, I told you to pick some. What did you pick? The inside was cleaned up and there was not even a single tile left!" A middle-aged man with a cigarette pouch in one hand complained cursingly as he walked, "Ge Lao Tzu, I made my trip in vain, and even paid a fare of more than a hundred yuan."

"It's out of ten that someone else touched it after I picked some..." Qiu Er Er refused to admit that his eyesight was not good, "You guys have been dragging on for a few days to come here, there are quite a lot of people active in this area recently."

"Fuck you, there is not even a single ghost in this place where the birds don't shit! Don't open your eyes and talk nonsense..." A tall and thin black-faced man stopped in the middle of cursing profusely, "Hey, over there There seems to be a Taoist temple, why didn’t I see it when I came here before? Let’s go, let’s go and ask for a bowl of water, it’s so hot that my throat is about to smoke.”

After walking less than half a mile, the few people came to the Taoist temple. The two old wooden doors were closed tightly. The black-faced sweat reached out and patted on the door. Seeing no one answered, the door was easily pushed open with a big palm After checking that there was no one inside, he walked in uninvited.

Qiu's eyes were sharp, and he saw the pot of Clivia on the table at a glance. He ran over in three steps and two steps, holding the flower pot upside down with both hands and looking at it upside down, tsk-tsk: "Look, what did I see?" ! This trip is not in vain, this is probably the product of the middle of the Ming Dynasty..."

The other two people also gathered around, took the flower pots from Qiulao's second-hand hands and looked at them again and again. They often do this business, and you can tell the truth at a glance. The good guy is so well preserved, and the workmanship is so exquisite, so Once they get rid of this one, they will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of their lives.

Several people searched the temple again, and found several earthen pots from the Qing Dynasty and bowls from the Song Dynasty. I don’t want to drink the water now. I’m afraid the owner of the temple will come back and catch him. He carried large and small pots on his shoulders , hurried out of the Taoist temple, and went straight to the county seat.

The head of the Maoshan faction came down from the mountain with a bundle of firewood on his back. When he saw the open gate of the Taoist temple, his heart broke. The devil came over yesterday and broke the formation he set up at the foot of the mountain. The little devil kept crying last night , Crying so that he was upset and angry, he went out early in the morning, and forgot to restore the formation, the main thing was that there was never a single person in this place where the birds didn't shit, and he didn't expect to be patronized by thieves for a moment of negligence.

He walked into the Taoist temple quickly, and his heart became cold when he looked at it. The pot of Clivia on the table disappeared!A few crock pots by the corner also disappeared without a trace, he was so angry that he couldn't help sneering, you guys know what to buy, I'm afraid this windfall will not come out!

He looked at the empty table, those earthen jars were a trivial matter, but this one was not easy to explain, the devil reminded him, if this little devil lost a single hair, his Taoist temple might be real. It is about to be razed to the ground, and now it is necessary to go down the mountain.

Besides, those people walked to the road, got on a tractor bound for the county seat, and then took a car from the county seat to the urban area. They are going to clean a few earthen pots and flower pots. They have been doing this business for a long time, and they also know that these things cannot be easily opened, so they did not touch them all the way. He reached out and peeled off the seal on the jar.

Before the burning yellow talisman was thrown into the jar, it was blown away by an evil wind blowing from nowhere, and a cloud of black mist rushed out, instantly expanding to the size of a house, accompanied by a hoarse and unpleasant rattling sound , several people were instantly sucked until there was only a piece of human skin sticking to the bone, but the black shadow quickly condensed into a tall human figure.

"Hey, there's another one here?" It looked at the Clivia in the flower pot, turned around and walked towards it, opened its hand and grabbed a white shadow. Although it was a little small, it would be good to fit between teeth. Just after taking a sip, there came a cold reprimand: "Nonsense, stop!"

It turned around and saw the man who was as handsome as a heavenly man under the moonlight. His green eyes shrank in fear, and he quickly put down the white shadow that had bitten in his hand and wanted to escape.

"Hurt people's lives indiscriminately! Where can I escape?" With a flash of silver light, the black shadow let out a scream, and disappeared into a black spot of light.

Bai Ying had already rushed back into the flower pot, and Wuzi trembling slightly in the flower pot, someone walked up to it, sighed softly, picked up the flower pot, and whispered, "Don't be afraid, since you called me We met, and I can't leave you alone." Yi Yang swept the other earthen jars into the Qiankun bag, carried the flower pots and walked away into the night.

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In the early morning, Jingyin Temple was full of murmurs of chanting, a pot of Clivia branches and leaves on the window sill trembled, and a white shadow flashed. A fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl walked around the room with her hair flying and her clothes fluttering. Gone with the wind, the girl has picturesque features, bright eyes and bright teeth, and she is dressed in white clothes better than snow. She flew out of the window sill like a happy bird, and went straight to the temple kitchen.

"Agao, is Master's breakfast ready?" A girl's sweet voice sounded like an oriole at the door.

The little monk who was lighting the fire turned his head and said with a smile, "Yin'er is here to serve my uncle early again."