Brother in the immortal world at large, bride in the demon world

As soon as he finished speaking, before Ye Junxi could open his mouth, he saw the flock of crow-colored strange birds flying back, circling four times around the top of the tree, landing on the branches one by one, gradually tearing the dead tree away. Filled with clouds and smoke, it looks lush.

Ye Junxi did not put the sword back into the scabbard, but rubbed it on a clean pebble and asked, "Mr. Shu, do you know where should be viewed on this peak?"

The dry and hoarse voice of the dead tree changed into the voice of a young man, clean and bright: "I know! I know! I just ask the two immortals to help me next..."

Before he finished speaking, the strange bird on his body immediately began to peck his branches, and the thick sap gushed out again, condensed, peeled off, overflowed, and so on.

The dead tree screamed in pain, and the voice fell back to that haggard voice again.

Ye Junxi heard that the dead tree knew what he should watch, and quickly whipped up a cold wind with icicles and blew it towards the tree, as if to help the dead tree drive away the group of strange birds so that he could speak normally.

Unexpectedly, this group of dark green strange birds seemed to be desperate, still standing on the tree and pecking at the branches of the dead tree. More than half of the strange birds were pierced by the ice pick and still stood on the top, mechanically repeating the pecking action, Until the last moment of life fell from the tree.

The remaining surviving strange birds turned their targets towards the two of them, and rushed straight towards them, like a cold arrow breaking dawn in the dark night.

Before Ye Junxi raised his sword, the beautiful boy behind him wove a blue electric grid out of thin air, and all the strange birds that flew over would burn when they touched the net.

After crackling and flashing for a while, Ye Junxi actually felt a little... fragrant?

He sniffed and said to the dead tree, "Mr. Tree, you can speak now."

"Thank you, thank you! To tell you the truth, I am actually a Taoist priest from Ying Fuguan. I have been trapped in this body for thousands of years. These strange birds will always eat my branches and make me hurt .If you strip me from this dead tree, I can naturally take you to my temple."

The voice of the dead tree returned to the voice of a young man again, like a xun blowing in the rain, rustling and ethereal, really pleasant to hear.

Ye Junxi placed two fingers together on his sideburns, closed his eyes and probed, and said, "How to peel it off? Your soul has been attached to this tree for thousands of years, and there is no body here to replace it. If I forcibly remove your soul Strip away from the dead tree, and within three days you'll be out of your wits."

The dead tree sighed: "Indeed, indeed! But I don't want to wander in this world of mortals anymore. The immortal only needs to peel off my soul, and don't care about the rest. Three days of freedom is enough for me..."

"Never mind!"

Ye Junxi nodded, feeling in his heart that if it were him, he wouldn't want to live like this.He raised his sword and was about to stab towards the center of the tree trunk, but Bi Yan held his arm by the side.

He looked at Bi Yan suspiciously, but heard him say, "Brother Ye, wait a minute."

Bi Yan picked up the body of a dead strange bird on the ground. The icicle had pierced through the bird's body and gradually melted. The ice water mixed with the bright red bird's blood gradually merged and flowed back to the bird's chest as if going back in time. Even the opened flesh and blood are gradually gathering and growing.

And the feathers of the first strange bird scorched by Bi Yan had almost recovered, and it was about to stand up on the ground.

The dead tree seemed to perceive what Bi Yan was doing, and quickly explained: "Immortal, immortal! You see, these strange birds will never be killed. If you don't do anything, they will come back to life in a while. When the time comes, see you save me, but will attack Turn to the two immortals. Hurry up, hurry up, dig out my soul before they recover, I don't want to suffer from being pecked by birds again! Woooooooooooooooo..."

The dead tree began to cry, his voice was so beautiful that it made people's hearts tremble, even the sound of crying was trembling.

"Shut up!" Bi Yan yelled fiercely, his voice was fierce and violent, and even his eyebrows were raised, but when he turned to face Ye Junxi, he returned to his previous appearance as a well-behaved boy: "Brother Ye, there is nothing in this world that can keep a living creature forever. The technique of bringing the dead back to life. Otherwise, we would have rescued Brother Ye’s junior sister long ago. Therefore, the bird on this strange tree is not a bird, but a resentful soul. The resentful soul stays here in circles because the resentment persists. Hundreds of resentful spirits have besieged you for thousands of years, you must have done hundreds of unforgivable bad things."

Bi Yan took half a step forward, stood in front of Ye Junxi, and said sharply: "You let us relieve you, and then the evil will be blamed on us?!"

Hearing Bi Yan's accusation, the dead tree was still crying, and his voice became more helpless: "No, no! Woooooo... I'm just a poor Taoist priest who has been tortured for thousands of years. I really don't mean to harm you! How could I have known that they would be so resentful, if I had known today, I shouldn't have...hey...what a sin I did!"

The dead tree said earnestly: "To tell you the truth, at first these people were pilgrims who came to my temple. They heard that Yingfu temple was effective, and they came here to seek blessings from thousands of miles away. They are small things like seeking marriage and children. Whether I help or not, most of them can get what they want. Later, it gets out of hand, disease, famine, family hatred... All kinds of wishes come to me to make wishes .As long as they have added incense money, I feel that I should solve it for them. But...but...I am not Guanyin Bodhisattva who saves the suffering. What can I do..."

At first, the strange bird that was scorched by the electric shock had recovered, flew over and stabbed at the trunk of the dead tree, and the dead tree screamed again: "Ah - I really can't help them! The immortal knows Doumian, Tan Michou? Ah—probably one of the pilgrims practiced spells and hated that I didn't help him before, so he trapped me on this dead tree, and even my response was covered by his blindfold."

As he was talking, more and more strange birds revived and attacked the dead tree, and the voice of the dead tree that was dripping with thick juice was hoarse again: "Ah!!! Immortal... Immortal save me... I can really Take you there...they won't implicate you, they are all just for me, as long as my soul leaves this tree, all karma will be gone...Really! Really!!!"

Ye Junxi hated seeing others suffering and begging the most. The tragic appearance of the dead tree always reminded him of Xie Yan being whipped and fell into his arms. He also begged Junior Brother Fei Mu in the same way, begging him to spare his punishment.But Xie Yan obviously received the whip for his own success!

——It must have been in so much pain that he vomited so much blood!

Ye Junxi was hesitating whether to help the dead tree strip its soul.

Another man's voice came from behind the tree, as if it came from underground.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, saving him is worse than saving me!!!"