Chapter 104 The vernacular immortals have a wedding banquet and mourning 2

It was also many years ago that Xie Lian met a vernacular immortal.

At that time, he had just built a small hut by himself. Just as he was standing below admiring the new house, suddenly, a small voice in the corner said, "Your house will collapse in two months."

Shi Qingxuan said: "What should you do?"

Thanks for the pity: "There is nothing to do. I said: 'After two months? It can still stand within seven days, that is strange.'"

"..."

Huacheng smiled slightly, and then the smile faded.

The vernacular immortal hid in the dark, waiting to absorb the fear, irritability, and unease of Xie Lian. However, it sucked the air for a long time, and when Xie Lian washed and slept in the new room, it didn't suck anything.

Although Xie Lian didn't see its real body, could feel that it was probably very angry.

A few days later, a thunderstorm struck at night, and the whole house was scorched.

The vernacular immortal was quite happy, probably felt that it was almost scorched and collapsed. Its curse was fulfilled, and now Xie Lian should be afraid. However it didn't. It still hadn't sucked in anything to eat. Of course it was not reconciled, so it followed Xie Lian, waiting for the next happy event.

Who knows, this wait is more than half a year. In the past half a year, Xie Lian actually didn't have a happy event!

Ordinary people would give up. But the vernacular immortals also have a characteristic, that is, they love to stubbornly fight, and if they stare at a person, they will follow them, so they also starve for more than half a year. Finally, the opportunity finally came.

One day, Xie Lian received a large sum of rubbish and made a small windfall. The vernacular immortal was so happy that after holding it for so long, he immediately tried his best to reveal a long string of wonderful lives in which he was ill and owed a debt of debt after eating, drinking, prostitutes, pity, pity, and money. He cursed again and again. Xie Lian listened with gusto while lighting the money. After listening to it, he still washed and fell asleep, and the vernacular immortal still didn't inhale anything.

That night, Xie Lian's junk pile caught fire.

After the fire was extinguished, the black-faced Xie Lian sighed at the vernacular immortal: "It's a pity. It's all burnt up, and there's not a single penny left. I still have one of those things you said last night. I haven't experienced it. I think what you said is very interesting, otherwise, you can say it again. "

After going down like this three or four times, Xie Lian would even take the initiative to ask it, do you have anything to say? Would you like to say a few words? The vernacular immortal finally couldn't take it anymore, and it ran away.

For the vernacular immortals, Xie Lian, such a plague god, is really unfriendly. Either he has no happy events and waits for a few years; or he is used to all bad luck and has no fear and anxiety; and his luck is worse than the imagination of the vernacular immortals, so their curses are not painful to Xie Lian. , is simply a blessing, or a daydream.

In short, since then, Xie Lian has been insulated from the vernacular immortal. He even wondered if the vernacular immortal had advertised how bad he was in his own group after escaping.

Hearing this, Shi Qingxuan didn't hold back and puffed. Huacheng whispered: "Is it funny?"

Shi Qingxuan also knew what was wrong, and immediately became serious, and said solemnly: "I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness." Xie Lian smiled: "Nothing. Anyway, I think it's very interesting."

He concluded: "The vernacular immortals draw mana from people's fearful hearts, and then use the mana to make prophecies come true, and then make new prophecies. This cycle repeats until a person is completely defeated and his heart is ashes. Therefore, the less determined you are, the more you will suffer; and the more you have, the more you are afraid of losing.”

After a pause, he reminded again: "Is it a believer of Master Fengshi who received such a prayer and asked you for help? You are the god of wind, and this thing is not under your jurisdiction. If you receive it, you can hand it over to the god of war. ."

Shi Qingxuan said: "It was not the believers who encountered it, but I encountered it myself."

This time, Xie Lian was even more curious: "The vernacular immortals you encountered yourself should generally not dare to provoke priests. Even if you do, with the respect of priests, you don't need to be afraid of them."

Shi Qingxuan sighed: "If I encounter it after my ascension, it is naturally nothing to worry about, but... this matter is a long story."

It is said that hundreds of years ago, the second Fengshui master was born in

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The home of a wealthy businessman.

Shi Qingxuan was the second son. When he was born, the whole family was happy. For this son, he took the nickname "Xuan". At that time, a fortune teller drank porridge, saw the baby in the swaddle, asked about the birth date, and said something like this:

"After eating the porridge from your family, let me say something. Although this son of your family has a good fate, it is hard to say. Stay silent and make a fortune, so that you can live a peaceful life. Never do a happy event for him, it will attract bad things."

This is so unpleasant, it's almost like a vernacular immortal. The Shi's family is also a businessman's family, which is particularly important. He pulled down his face and drove people away on the spot. Naturally, he was not at ease with his words. A few days later, he held a banquet for Shi Qingxuan, with lanterns and colorful gongs and drums.

However, at the banquet, just as everyone was drinking happily and singing congratulations to the second son of the teacher's family in the swaddling clothes, a voice suddenly came from the ground and sang: "No good beginning, no good end!"

This voice really came from underground, overshadowing the voices of everyone else present, and everyone was stunned.

The banquet was scattered in panic, and that night, Shi Qingxuan, who was still a baby, started to heat up, crying, and couldn't go back no matter what, and vomited bitter water, and the whole family was scattered. The teacher's family remembered the fortune-teller who was kicked out not long ago for speaking strangely. The fortune-teller said: "I tell you not to show it, you have to listen. Now this child has hit a real immortal, and he will have endless troubles in his life. This high fever is nothing, and it will retire soon. But this , it's just a welcome gift!"

The thing that collided with was naturally a vernacular immortal. However, this is not a vernacular immortal who can be driven away casually, but a vernacular immortal who is the oldest and has the highest morality. How high is it? Even if it is not a wedding feast, it can also be mourning. Therefore, it is called "Vernacular True Immortal".

This "true immortal" can be said to be not open for three years, and open to eat for three years. The people with vicious eyes and entanglement are all big figures who have experienced great ups and downs, and have been legendary for a lifetime. Some people defeated it, but they also fought with it all their lives, supplying it with a lot of ingredients; some people lost to it and completely became part of its mana source. It has been accumulated for thousands of years and has a deep foundation. Now that it has rested for more than a hundred years, it is time to come out and walk. This time, it will definitely take a big bite. Shi Qingxuan, who happened to be born at this time, was very interested in it, and was "settled" by this true immortal. Although the current little baby can't understand even if he hears its prophecy, the little baby will always grow up, one day he will understand, and one day he will know the fear. Moreover, this fear buried since childhood will be deeply rooted in my heart and will never go away.

Fortunately, this kind of monster often has a brain, and the way of thinking is very strange, which is different from ordinary people. Therefore, the fortune-teller thought of a way to deceive it: first let the teacher send Shi Qingxuan out, and pretend to give it away. , and then change the appearance of the son and send it back as a baby girl, saying that it is an adopted daughter who was brought back from outside, and let the whole family call this son a young lady and raise him as a girl since he was a child. As long as the vernacular Zhenxian has not been able to find the baby boy he had decided on, after a long time, he might not remember who he chose at the beginning.

In this way, Shi Qingxuan has grown to ten years old without incident.

In the past ten years, the original wealthy family has gradually declined. The second master's parents died, and the family was intrigued, fighting for property. Shi Wudu was too troubled, so when he was sixteen years old, he left home with Shi Qingxuan, who was several years younger than him.

The two brothers depended on each other for life, Shi Wudu first went up the mountain to worship the teacher and cultivated, and put the younger brother in foster care in the small town at the foot of the mountain. He practiced the exercises until late every day, and only went down the mountain in the evening. There is nothing to eat on the mountain, so can go home for dinner at night. One night, Shi Wudu and others fell into a daze and forgot the time. Shi Qingxuan waited for a long time without waiting for his brother to come back. Worried that he would be hungry, he decided to send food up the mountain.

At that time, Shi Qingxuan was still a child and could not walk on mountain roads. In a hurry, he took off his skirt on the side of the mountain road. At this time, a dark figure came from a distance in front of the mountain road and asked, "Is Xuan'er in front?"

When Shi Qingxuan heard someone call him by his nickname, he thought it was someone who was called by his brother to pick him up, so he quickly put down his skirt and replied, "It's me!"

The unfamiliar voice asked again: "Your birthday is a character, but what time of the year, month, day, and time?"

Shi Qingxuan is even more curious. Why did Yiqi suddenly ask about the birth date? Erqi said it exactly and answered, "That's right! How did you know? Who are you? Do you know my brother?"

The voice didn't answer, and finally said: "Come here and let me see your face clearly."

This is the tone of the command. At this point, Shi Qingxuan finally felt that something was wrong.

Holding the box for the meal, he ran away. Running and running, hearing the gust of wind and laughter from above behind him, it was that thing chasing closely behind him, shouting, "You're about to fall!"

Shi Qingxuan's soul flew away, and when he said the word "fall", he really fell, broke the rice box, and the rice was scattered on the ground. When the thing was about to pounce, Shi Wudu arrived.

As soon as the person came, the vernacular Zhenxian disappeared. Shi Wudu picked up his younger brother, whose face was covered in blood and rice, and both brothers were shocked.

Still found it!

After being hidden for so many years, the vernacular Zhenxian tasted the first sweetness, and since then he has been appearing and appearing regularly, more and more ghosts and ghosts. This thing is too powerful, and the family of the teacher has collapsed. The Taoist Master who Shi Wudu can invite has no way, and he is unable to smash millions of merits and directly convey his voice to the sky. Although it has never killed Shi Qingxuan, both brothers know that this thing is just waiting to be fattened before killing. Just a few small slaps on your face right now, reminding you to be afraid of it, and a big one will come one day. It's like a hunter who doesn't give his prey an arrow to be happy, but wants to rub his body with a few arrows to teach his prey to be extremely fearful, and it feeds on it.

It was just like a delay.

Fortunately, the turnaround has finally come. After a few years of hard cultivation, Shi Wudu has soared.

As soon as he ascended, he immediately referred Shi Qingxuan to Zhongtian Court and smashed the treasures of heaven and earth. After a few years, Shi Qingxuan also ascended smoothly. That vernacular is really immortal, and has since disappeared.

Shi Qingxuan took it for granted that it finally gave up and retreated. However, this seems to be just what he wants to be beautiful.

A few days ago, he found a group of friends to drink, and when he was drunk, he suddenly heard a vicious voice in his ear: "You will never want to see your brother again!"

That voice was extremely familiar. From the time he was ten years old to his ascension, he could hear this voice almost once or twice every year. The fear of it had already been carved into his bones, and it was like a blast of thunder in his ears. Shi Qingxuan woke up in an instant, and was so scared that he ran to Pei Ming's site overnight, and saw with his own eyes that Shi Wudu happened to have a party with Lingwen and the others, which made him calm.

Afterwards, he wondered if the voice might be his hallucinations. After all, this thing has planted too deep a shadow since childhood, and it has not been unheard of before. But after thinking about it, I was still a little uneasy, so I pulled Mingyi, and I came to Xie Lian to ask, but I didn't expect to hit the Huacheng in the Bodhisattva Temple, it was really a narrow road for the enemy.

After listening, Xie Lian said: "In this way, what you have encountered, Master Feng Shi, is not at the same level as what I have encountered." After thinking for a while, he asked Huacheng again, "Sanlang, you have seen that vernacular with your own eyes. True fairy?"

Huacheng played with a chopstick in his hand and said: "Huh? I have never seen it with my own eyes. However, someone I know has seen it."

Who is this "knowing person"? Although Xie Lian was curious, he didn't ask much, only said: "How high is it? Is it really powerful?"

Huacheng lost the chopsticks and said slowly: "It's very high."

Hearing this, the expressions of Shi Qingxuan and Ming Yi became more and more solemn. Huacheng said again: "It is different from the ordinary little gangster, and it is indeed difficult to deal with."

Although he said "difficult to deal with", he still looked as usual, as if he was just being polite. However, it is extremely difficult to get such an evaluation as Huacheng. Thanks for the pity: "Master Feng, it seems that the problem is not small. Why don't you tell Master Sailor about this?"

Shi Qingxuan waved his hand and said: "No, no. You know, my brother is about to cross the robbery again. What if he is distracted at this juncture to fight the vernacular real fairy? Others know. I didn't tell any of the priests I befriended with my brother."

A priest does not have to survive only one calamity in his life. The more tribulations passed, the higher the realm, the more stable the position, and the stronger the mana. Shi Wudu is a priest with two heavenly tribulations. Xie Lian had also vaguely heard it in the chatter of the psychic array earlier, and he is now waiting for the third one. It's really bad if you get distracted. If you fail to cross the robbery, you will lose your realm no matter what.

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