New White Snake Asking Immortals

After playing the flute, I have nothing to do and sit on the threshold to show off.

The government was busy and noisy, and the neighbors gathered at the door of each house to curse Song Wei, thank God for punishing him for killing him, and when passing by Song Wei's corpse, he would deliberately spit out, among them, the old man who sold the coffin hated him the most. Resolutely do not sell coffins to those surnamed Song.

Before the majestic monk was spit and cursed after his death, the facts show that you should not be too careless, after all, you are not a little sun, and no one is around.

The thief Yu sneaked to the door of the umbrella shop and bowed vigorously to Bai Yu.

"Thank you for the meal, I will never forget this kindness."

"It's just two cakes, nothing more."

Yu Xiao left. Although the neighbors hated Song Wei, they would not forget the instigator. They didn't show good looks. If it wasn't for his special ability to fight, they would have been kicked out of the city.

The big-faced fat cat is still lying on the roof watching the fun, with its two front paws squinting at stupid humans doing useless things.

Business is hard to do, and it is even more difficult to do business with the ruins opposite the store and people who have died.

The neighbor grandma sighed.

"Alas... No one came to buy biscuits for a long time."

Bai Yu didn't care too much. Anyway, even if there were no ruins, few people would come to buy things. The quality of the umbrellas he made would not be broken for a while, and those ladies and ladies would not buy umbrellas every day.

Take your time, merchants won't let prime locations sit idle.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for someone to buy the ruins of the Song family from the government and build a few houses along the street as shops.

Bai Yu is still accumulating feelings, and the time has passed unknowingly...

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Five years later.

The state of the world is changeable, time flies and arrows are hard to stay.

Five years passed by in a hurry, Bai Yu lived in the small courtyard and forgot the time, setting up a stall every day, making paper umbrellas and bamboo flutes, and then sitting at the counter or on the threshold to sell, watching the people coming and going on the street in a daze.

The footsteps of pedestrians are more hurried, there are many more homeless refugees, the current situation is still so chaotic, the big people are strategizing and vigorously developing their ambitions, and the little people are struggling to feed themselves. However, the big people care about their own interests, even if they will be defeated by it. It is a bad habit that cannot be changed for countless years.

Bai Yu has a bad feeling recently.

The big-faced fat cat who comes to eat every day is no longer fit and strong. His fat body has lost a lot of weight, and his skin is loose. He no longer walks up and down the roof majesticly, but spends more time basking in the sun. As if wanting to get rid of old age.

Open shop in the morning.

After a daze, I found that the small dried fish on the stone platform was still there.

The big-faced raccoon cat squatted at the door, looking even weaker. He raised his head and looked at the owner seriously. Even if the owner put his favorite dried fish in front of him, he would not eat it. After watching it quietly for a long time, Bai Yu felt a burst of pain. sad……

Its lifespan has expired and it is dying.

Bai Yu clearly saw the big-faced raccoon cat's aging body and lifeless spirit. It was not a demon, but just an ordinary raccoon cat catching mice.

Cats are independent animals. When they know that they are going to die, they will leave alone, looking for a corner that no one knows to wait quietly for death.

It looked at the poor fellow with grateful eyes for three years, and it felt that it had taken good care of the idiot for three years, even though the idiot could not catch mice or climb trees and houses.

"Are you leaving?"

Bai Yu was not very happy, as if she was no longer that big monster who walked out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

"Meow ~"

The old cat was gone, walking away step by step in the warm sunshine. It wanted to find a place that no one knew to leave quietly, walked through the familiar streets, and got into an unnoticed ruin through the weeds.

I didn't notice a thin figure following behind me...

Life and death are predestined by fate,

Bai Yu just sent it away from a distance, watching it quietly swallow its last breath, and return to this world silently.

Life seems to have become extraordinarily quiet again, and there are still cat bowls on the stone platform at the door.

My state of mind is still being adjusted and my perception is improving. It is rare to stop practicing and live quietly today. Without that foodie around me, I always feel that something is missing and empty.

after a few months.

One day, a string of paper streamers was hung at the door of the grandmother's house next door, and crying sounded.

The grandmother who sells sesame seed cakes every day went west this morning. The neighbors in the neighborhood helped prepare the funeral for the banquet on duty. They were busy and noisy. Only the elders who are dying of life or those who have made contributions to the family can use it, and those who die early or have no contribution cannot use it indiscriminately.

Bai Yu went to give twenty Wen coins with the gift, at least it was a neighbor.

The trumpet players puffed up their cheeks and blew and beat vigorously. In the mourning hall, grandma, daughters and grandchildren knelt down, burned paper and wailed loudly.

"Some people leave and others come, it's all a play..."

into the night.

The night is as black as ink, and the street is illuminated by white lanterns next door.

Bai Yu didn't sleep in the small courtyard tonight, nor was she worried like the other neighbors at night. They were afraid of ghosts, and they were afraid that it would be bad luck for their grandma to return to her soul. Only a certain snake was not afraid, and ghosts could be dealt with just after learning it.

After death, some people still have good intentions and some have a great change in temperament. As a neighbor, Bai Yu feels that it is necessary to ensure the safety of the shop. If the ghost is haunted, the business of nearby shops will not be easy.

At the door of the shop, small hands were quickly cutting bamboo sticks, and they looked up with a feeling.

"You're back."

He lowered his head and cut the bamboo stick without raising his head, and a few words startled the wandering old lady. Fortunately, the kind face did not turn into evil spirits, and most people would follow their hearts after death.

"You...can you see me?" Grandma panicked.

"It's nothing difficult. By the way, let go of what you should let go after death is like a lamp going out. Go back and have a look. Don't miss the world after reading it. Your children and grandchildren have their own blessings, so you don't need to worry about them."

Since I have nothing to do, I should go back to sleep, and I have to get up early to go to work tomorrow.

"Thank... thank you..."

Close the door, yawn and go back to sleep, after falling asleep, curl up into a ball unconsciously...

After years of disappearance and no one has found a trace, the search for the White Snake Demon began to end in a muddle. Although the years have been stable and not fighting, the cultivation base is more stable, especially the soul has been greatly improved.

Over the years, we have seen many lives and deaths, many babies were born crying, and many human beings, young or old, died, coming and going in a hurry.

He hadn't used his cultivation to fight for a long time, the horizontal knife was drawn full scale and became a ruler, and the dagger was used to cut bamboo.

Maybe the only thing that hasn't changed is that I haven't earned a few coins.

"I have to find a way to make money..."

A certain snake looked at the Goulan Theater, where the business was the most prosperous, and then looked towards the casino, thinking about whether to open a casino to make money, forget about the brothel, and don't think about it for the time being.

Making money is just to divert attention. The death of the big-faced tabby cat makes life very quiet, and some changes are needed.