After I died, I soared

The villagers were forced to reach a truce agreement, and with livid faces, they carried the man on their backs and went to the only doctor in the village.It was a young girl who opened the door. She was a little scared at first, but after seeing the man's injury, she was unequivocal and hurriedly prepared hot water and bandages.Shen Jiming tried to help, but she declined.Shen Jiming knew that a layman was afraid of causing trouble, so he had to wait outside the door.

During this period, the villagers still did not relax their vigilance, staring at Shen Jiming and the two, lest they have any dangerous intentions.Xi Ling didn't care too much, and only thought about her own affairs secretly.Shen Jiming felt very strange, and asked: "We are foreigners, how can we insist that we are the monsters who attacked the village? Could it be that you treat every foreigner who passes by with such courtesy?"

The attitude of the villagers towards them was very complicated. Because they could not be sure of their identities, they were very jealous, but out of the instinct of pity for their lives, they did not dare to offend them. With a weird appearance and active collusion with that traitor, who are you guarding against?"

This is strange, Shen Jiming couldn't help looking at Xi Ling, seeing that the other party didn't respond as if he didn't hear, he turned his head away, covered half of his face and asked in a low voice: "You call this a strange appearance ?”

The villagers said angrily: "He has the weirdest appearance! How can a normal person have white hair at this age!"

Shen Jiming was dissatisfied with his own vision: "What's wrong with white hair, white hair is so beautiful, do you feel jealous that you can't grow such good hair yourself, so you speak ill of others?"

"Bah! Who wants to be jealous of a freak!"

"No, why is this a freak. How do you know if someone has a bald head?"

"You can be so white with a young age? I don't think you are an idiot with gray hair."

Shen Jiming choked, he really didn't know what a real young bald man looked like, he just mentioned it casually after hearing such a saying.Besides, Xi Ling is certainly not a young man with gray hair. When talking about the age gap between gods and mortals, it is like Shen Jiming who died at the age of 28, which is called premature death. .Every part of Xi Ling's body is well-groomed, and this hair is definitely not a failure. It is hard for Shen Jiming to imagine that his hair looks like splashed ink, and it is probably not as good-looking as it is now.In short, these villagers are too superficial, and they don't even distinguish between beauty and ugliness. It is really difficult for them to distinguish the real gods and demons.

The little girl came out of the house with a basin in her hand, and asked everyone to change to a basin of clean water. The villagers didn't want to heal the man's wounds, so it was a last resort to send him here, and they were even more unwilling to leave at this time.Shen Jiming sighed and volunteered, "I'll do it."

The girl handed over the basin: "Thank you."

When Shen Jiming went out, Xi Ling, who hadn't said a word, finally raised his head. Before speaking, he suppressed the chill from his body on purpose: "I've confirmed just now, that man is indeed an ordinary person, not the monster you fear, why? Use him as bait to lure the evil spirits to appear?"

Mentioning that man, the villagers gritted their teeth: "He colluded with monsters in order to protect himself, with a human face and a monster heart, he is worse than a monster!"

"There is evidence."

"Of course there is, but why should we tell you?"

When the two sides were in a stalemate, a young man with a gentle face opened his mouth to break the situation first, and he smiled awkwardly: "This... sir, your appearance is very rare, and we have seen with our own eyes that you used extraordinary people to make you Spells, there have been several murders in the village recently, and we are doing it for our own protection. We ordinary people are no match for Mr. Why don’t you report your own family, if you help us get rid of evil spirits, we can build temples to worship every day, If the master wants to take our lives, we will also make us die more clearly, how about it?"

It's not difficult to report your name, it's a matter of lip-syncing, but Xi Ling doesn't want to make trouble, and can't think of a reasonable excuse, so he refuses to speak easily.Although there are occasional monsters in the world, they are all playing tricks like drinking at home, and folk warlocks are enough to deal with them.The gods in the sky ran to the villages in the deep mountains without warning, not to mention causing riots among ordinary people, and it was difficult for the emperor to explain.

Having said that, he really didn't know what he and Shen Jiming were doing this trip.Catching spirit beasts for the gods as pets, or the fox that fears chaos in the world?Absurd.

Xi Ling fell silent without warning, and the villagers thought he had been exposed, and couldn't help but clench their fists tightly, creating a tense atmosphere.

When Shen Jiming came back from fetching water, he happened to meet a villager who asked Xiling for his identity.In an instant, he had a plan in mind, so he pretended to be profound and said: "Hey, as for his identity, I dare to say, do you dare to listen?"

He put the water basin on the wooden table in a serious manner, pulled the corner of his clothes, and flung the blue strands all over his body out of the Chinese cloak with the momentum of a crane, looking like a fairy, extraordinary and refined.Shen Jiming is often told behind his back that his brain is not working well, but this pretense is his special skill brought out from the womb of his mother. Since he was born, he has never failed to scare anyone.He pulled a chair for himself at a table away from Xi Ling, sat down slowly, folded his slender legs, picked up the pottery cup filled with coarse tea at hand, and habitually pretended to use a tureen.The villagers were puzzled, and looked at Shen Jiming strangely. The expression was no different from looking at a fool. Fortunately, Shen Jiming could pull this face off, and someone else with a thin skin would have burrowed into the ground.

Shen Jiming said calmly: "This is the end of the matter, if we don't reveal our identities, we will get angry."

Xiling didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, but although Shen Jiming's thinking was different from ordinary people, his behavior was not out of the ordinary, so it wouldn't hurt to cooperate.

"Yes, Master."

National Division?

Everyone's attention turned back to Xiling again, but Xiling remained unmoved, like a sculpture.

"The national teacher is a master of the fairy world who came out of the mountain after visiting the thatched cottage three times on a pilgrimage. He knows everything from the astrological compass to the Zhouyi and numerology. Passing this place, seeing the vision, the national teacher is kind and compassionate. Help, who knows that some people don't appreciate it. In this case, if you continue, just pretend that we have never been here, and let fate be your fate from now on, life and death have nothing to do with us." He looked at the gentle young man with a half-smile: "Look, what do you think?"

The young man's complexion turned ugly in an instant: "It's true that our village is closed, but we can't let anyone deceive us. Since you claim to be a national teacher, please show me something to prove your identity."

"You want to get His Majesty's handwriting with empty hands. You want to be beautiful. Since you don't believe it, just show it to you, National Teacher."

Shen Jiming winked at Xi Ling.

Xi Ling looked back calmly.

Shen Jiming touched the handle of the folding fan from nowhere, spread out the fan bones, covered the lower half of his face, and said in a low voice, "Give them a fortune teller."

Xi Ling asked back: "What is it?"

"Of course you can see what counts."

Shen Jiming thought very simply, although Xiling didn't say clearly about her immortal position, judging from her current performance, it was impossible for her to be lower than Luo Qing.It is not a matter of pinching fingers for a god of this level to count as the fate of a mortal.Sure enough, Xi Ling got the order to turn her head away, but opened her mouth in the blink of an eye.

"Sex: Male."

"..."

The crowd was silent.

Shen Jiming was almost choked to death by the tea, he hurriedly sat upright, still putting on his superior airs, and said in a deep voice, "That's right."

No matter how gentle a man is, he can't resist such entertainment: "Are you teasing me on purpose?"

Even if Shen Jiming was so desperate, he couldn't hold back his face, he retracted under the fan: "My good brother, this is not what I said..."

"age."

The young man was taken aback, he never told this national teacher how old he was, could this person really be considered a hit?

After a long time, Xi Ling lowered her voice and asked Shen Jiming, "How old are you?"

Shen Jiming spent the whole day in a daze, so he couldn't think of counting his age on his fingers, and couldn't answer for a while: "Ninety... one hundred... 120 years old, right? Isn't it his? Why are you asking me again?" .”

Xi Ling sighed inaudibly: "I asked about your age when you ascended."

This beauty is reserved when she speaks, just say how old you are and die.Shen Jiming answered quickly: "28."

Xi Ling nodded and said to the man, "In that case, you are eighteen this year."

The young man's body tightened, and he showed a look of disbelief: "You, you say it later."

"I don't farm often, I fish for a living, my family is decent, I don't have to worry about food and clothing. My heart belongs to me." After a pause, "I'm a virgin."

This time Shen Jiming really choked on the tea, everyone's eyes were on the person concerned, the young man was blushing, he pointed at Xi Ling for a long time but couldn't tell why.

Shen Jiming coughed and said to Xi Ling, "Elder Immortal, why are you talking about everything?"

Xi Ling was as stable as Mount Tai, and it was a matter of course: "It was you who told me to see what to say."

"You, at least you don't say it so bluntly."

Xiling is as good as a follower: "Well, then he is not a human being."

The young man's face became even redder: "You! You! You speak frivolously and dare to pretend to be a national teacher. You are really bold!"

Xi Ling didn't feel that her words and deeds were inappropriate at all, so why did she cause such a big reaction: "Everything I say is the truth, you just say yes or no."

With a blue face, the young man squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "Yes."

"I don't know what's so ridiculous about it. Since you have something you want, it's a gentleman's move not to provoke innocent people."

Xi Ling's speech was slow and steady, and there was a majesty that could not be presumptuous when speaking.After hearing Xi Ling's words, a few villagers with hippie smiles made themselves feel bored, and obediently shut up.

Shen Jiming felt something was wrong, so he recollected it alone, Xi Ling was probably not telling fortunes just now, his words sounded like an autopsy's work, and he spoke like a judge in the court on weekdays.

He remembered that those who worked in the underworld would also register for the heavens and grant them immortal status. Could it be that he provoked a Lord of Hades?