no signs of spirituality

Bai Luocha killed the Earth Snake King.

After hearing this letter, all the ghosts in the mud road closed their doors and did not come out, and kept silent.

The King of Earth Snakes is the head of the five elders of the ghost realm. It is over a hundred meters long and seven feet wide. It is invulnerable to weapons, water and fire. The number of kills must be counted by the whole village.

But Bai Luocha came back intact, and the whisk turned into a silk ribbon, dragging the hill-like snake corpse lightly into Old Man Jie's village.

Hearing the sound of people, the old man Jie opened the door to welcome the "Raksha" in plain clothes and white shirts. His men carried the snake corpse to the courtyard, skinned and bled the snake skillfully, removed the internal organs, and the two strong men lifted the snake's head. , Pried open the mouth of the snake, and chiseled off the two sharp fangs with a giant axe.

When the mouth of the snake was opened and closed, a stench was blowing across the face, and "Bai Luocha" showed disgust and a cold expression. Seeing this, the old man Jie led him into the underground stone room, lit a circle of candles around him, and sat on the edge of the stone platform .

But "Bai Luosha" didn't sit down, just walked straight to the center of the stone platform, moved closer, and lightly touched the young man's cheek lying on the stone platform.

The old man Jie sneered: "It's been decades? Don't you know if he will wake up?"

"130 years and [-] days." "Bai Luosha" said suddenly, his voice was cold, "He will always wake up."

The "he" they mentioned was naturally Xie Lingzheng, in other words, Xie Lingzheng's corpse.

Immortal Lord Yingtai personally protected Xie Lingzheng with immortal art, and Xie Lingzheng's body would not rot for a hundred years, but no matter how powerful Xiao Wuyin was, he still couldn't wake up the dead.

A hundred years ago, Xie Lingzheng slayed himself in front of the Tianhuo Terrace. Xiao Wuyin slashed the Heavenly Fire Pillar with his sword, and the Heavenly Fire Pillar fell, crushing half of the death row prisoners, and half of the death row prisoners escaped from the Heavenly Court in the chaos, including the beloved son of the old man Najie, so the two had a relationship. Let's talk this time.

Even so, his movements were still a step slower.

The soul-invigorating incense bit the soul of Xie Lingzheng to pieces. Even if he killed the entire species of this flower in a fit of rage, and spent nearly a hundred years concentrating Xie Lingzheng's soul, he still couldn't bring this body back to life.

He was so poor and lost in the underworld, he visited the fairy houses and the underworld, but the only way to change his life against the sky was the "five old sorcery" in the mud. The viscera of the toad is used as a guide, which can heal the dead and bring the bones back to life, gather the soul and strengthen the soul.

Xiao Wuyin hated the stink of this method, but had no choice but to use it as a straw to save his life. He personally went down the mud and beheaded the leader of the five elders. He was always dressed in white, and half of his body would be stained with blood when he walked in the mud. With the sharp sword that made the ghosts terrified, rumors of the "White Rakshasa" gradually spread in the mud world. Poor Xianjun Xiao, the head of the most pure and pure immortals in the nine heavens, has become an evil ghost in the mouth of evil spirits. , used to stop children crying at night in the dirty mud.

"Immortal," Old Man Jie said, "will you still give him medicine today?"

Xiao Wuyin nodded slightly, took a small black jade bottle handed by the old man Jie, uncorked the bottle, a rancid smell came out, he frowned, and then poured the "Intermittent God Ointment" in the bottle without changing his expression. " Gently rub it on Xie Lingzheng's injured hands and feet.

The scars of chopping snow cannot be removed by ordinary medicines, and the body of the dead cannot be healed by elixir, so they have to resort to various evil methods. However, even though they have been nourished by this evil medicine for a hundred years, there are still a few shallow marks on Xie Lingzheng's hands, feet and neck. The scar on the neck was very deep, old man Jie first stitched it together with a needle and thread, and then applied it with ointment, now there is still a deep purple scar like a centipede climbing, it is quite shocking to look at carefully.

"Is it snowing outside?" Xiao Wuyin asked suddenly, he wiped off the residual medicine on his fingertips with a silk handkerchief, but the stench was hard to get rid of, his voice became a little cold unconsciously, "I came to watch the sky, It looks like there will be snow."

"Well, I went out just now, and got a few pieces floating around." Old Jie said, "What's the matter?"

Xiao Wuyin didn't answer, took the snow crane feathers on the side and draped them over his shoulders, and slowly went outside the house.

The white snow passed through the branches, soaked in some red plum fragrance, and sprinkled pieces on the snow-white feathers.

As soon as Xiao Wuyin went out, there was no one on the street. With his keen five senses, he could hear all the ghosts, big and small, huddled in the house, holding their breath and trembling.

Xiao Wuyin frowned slightly, he wanted to go to the north to sell a pot of wine.

Immortal Lord Yingtai didn't drink alcohol before, and he still does now, but it doesn't prevent him from preparing a pot or two of good wine every time it snows, he always mistakenly thinks that Xie Lingzheng will wake up next moment, and he should like it when he wakes up.

He can't remember the bad news a hundred years ago, but earlier, when Xie Lingzheng still called him "Master", he engraved every frown and smile of the young man in his heart, and Xie Lingzheng would drink warm wine on the first snow day , will cut a red dress, smile into the depths of the Yuntai hall, occupy his resting couch, and cook small wine on the stove while cutting cold plums by the window.

He would complain that the taste of the fairyland fruit wine was too weak, he would be greedy for the good wine from the north of Dao, he would lift the waist of the willow, and he would miss the flowers of the flying dragon tree.

Xiao Wuyin knew that he had invited him to accompany him to the mud road many times overtly and secretly, but he didn't get what he wanted. He wanted him to listen to the long wind tune of willow waist, but in the end he heard it.

On the day Liu Yaoyao died.

Not only one or two people lost their lives that day, he sent someone to interrogate him as a spirit weapon and knew the cause and effect. Regardless of dissuasion, he killed several soldiers in a row, and went down the mud road alone to search for traces of Xie Lingzheng's remnant soul.

Along the way, he passed the singing and dancing hall next to the red tent incense, and saw a red shadow lightly on the stage. He immediately remembered Xie Lingzheng's lifelike description when he leaned over his ear, and recognized at a glance that it was the famous willow waist.

He stopped for some reason, the ghosts around him were too frightened to move, only the prostitute in red on the stage stared at the snow crane feathers on his body for a long while, and suddenly the red sleeves fluttered, and the long sleeves fluttered, Like a wild goose flying high.

She sang out loud, the originally soft and beautiful tune suddenly became desolate and sad, as if rushing straight from the soft red to the blue sky, it made people feel terrified and on the verge of tears.

Everyone was surprised to call it Changfeng Tune, Xiao Wuyin suddenly realized that this was the tune that Xie Lingzheng bought with a long sword, but the melody was not as good as Xie Lingzheng said, on the contrary, it added a bit of sadness and mourning.

Liu Yaoyao also seemed to be aware of it, the song stopped abruptly at the peak, her face was stained with tears, the mood of singing in her heart was completely dissipated, it seemed that she died with the death of the person she loved.

"Damn Xie Lingzheng, I still lost the bet." She choked up, "It's all your fault, I can't even afford the gambling money."

There was a commotion in the audience, Liu Yaoyao stomped his feet again, and sang loudly: "I was born for the king, and the king died because of me. I am not a noble girl, I will never die and be a chaste friend!"

After finishing speaking, Luohu sword came out, and she simply swung the sword horizontally across her neck, blood staining the veil, and ended her life.

There was a burst of ghost crying on the mud road, but no one had any doubts or complaints. Then, on the road for three days, flower petals danced and danced with red silk.

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, Xiao Wuyin passed the singing and dancing hall under the snow, and gradually slowed down, stopped at the wine shop next to the red curtain incense, and with a little dust, he forced the shrugging wine man inside to crawl out, trembling pour wine.

Xiao Wuyin lowered his eyelashes, seeing the amber liquid filled the jade pot, he felt the smell of the wine was pungent, and he didn't know what it was good for, which made Xie Lingzheng so greedy.

"God... God." The wine man blushed and tremblingly said, "When are you going back to heaven? This is not your place."

Xiao Wuyin didn't expect that the drunk would dare to open his mouth to chase away the guests. He didn't want to answer, but he didn't know what he thought of, so he responded: "When it's time to go back, I will leave."

"Don't you feel wronged by being rotten in this mud?" The wine man raised his head and asked.

Xiao Wuyin was silent for a moment, then shook his head again and said: "I don't know what wronged me."

The winegender hesitated to talk any more, bowed his head and continued to pour the wine, at this moment, the sound of Xi Suo was heard not far away, Xiao Wuyin looked up, and saw the old man Jie in coir raincoat hurriedly walking on the snow. Come, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, his face panicked.

"What happened?" Xiao Wuyin asked in a deep voice.

The old man Jie looked distressed, the wine seller took a look, understood what he meant, turned around and went back into the house, and closed the door.

The old man Jie panted heavily, and said anxiously, "He... Xie Lingzheng..."

Xiao Wuyin's eyes darkened.

"He's gone!"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the figure of the white-clothed Shura flash, and the white shadow disappeared in front of his eyes.

Xiao Wuyin's face was like frost, and he hurried back to the old man Jie's house, only to see that there was no one on the stone platform, most of the bottles and cans were overturned, and they were hurriedly helped up, stacked upside down, the contents were too late to take back, and the stench The mess spread all over the floor.

The Immortal Lord of Yingtai wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by the old man Jie who came in a hurry.

"What else do you want to say?" Xiao Wuyin said coldly, with every word to his heart, "If he invites a catastrophe and no one protects him, I will kill your entire clan."

The five elders changed their fate against the sky and brought them back to life. If they violated the laws of heaven and earth, they would be punished by the heavens and heavens. The time spent is nothing but nothing.

"He won't!" Old Jie said urgently, "He's just a defective product!"

Xiao Wuyin questioned: "What did you say?"

"The return of the soul to the body is not over yet, so he shouldn't just wake up!" Old man Jie raised his head and stared at the soul-gathering bottle and said, "He must have been obsessed too much before he was alive, or the soul was engraved behind him, so he woke up early."

"Soul Carving Stone." Xiao Wuyin murmured in a low voice.

"He has carved a soul? That's it." The old man Jie clapped his hands, "It's a blessing in disguise. The stone of the carved soul has reached the last half of the remnant soul, making him different from the original one. Naturally, it has also been hidden from the eyes of heaven. You don’t have to worry too much if you can get away with this god’s punishment. Besides, I don’t think the remaining souls are good things, so don’t worry about it.”

Xiao Wuyin asked: "What is this remnant soul?"

The old man Jie reached out to take the soul-gathering bottle, looked it over, and made a half-crying expression.

Xiao Wuyin frowned slightly, then he heard his voice protracted, and said: "This remnant soul is called——'Delusion due to love'."