New White Snake Asking Immortals

At the pier, the rescued woman meets her family. Kuangsha Literature Network

The excited and happy woman felt something in her heart. Looking back at the pier, she didn't see the boat. Looking up, Xiao Xiaoying rowed the boat carrying the lonely girl on the bow and disappeared into the white mist of the river, as if she had never appeared in this world...

"The same world has different fates, and we will meet again by fate."

Bai Yu muttered, the water mist was vast and the boat was far away, and the iron ball singing fisherman's song was still so harsh.

Pangolins row boats in gentle waters, and turbulent rivers directly catch a few fish spirits and water monsters to pull boats. Even if they are injured, they can use their aura to scare water monsters to work. Therefore, there are rumors in some fishing villages on both sides of the river that there are female ghosts who make water monsters pull boats. Go, go for a hundred miles, and the water mist will cover you and make you invisible.

The scenery along the way is beautiful, but it's a pity that I can't play the flute to reflect the pain of coughing and mouth pain.

Life is like a journey of different lengths, don’t be too hasty to miss the scenery along the way, how many times you can have leisure in this life, all you can do is remember the beauty of the road before reaching the end.

Sleeping in the fishing village at night, but you can see the magnificent wind and smoke in the scroll.

There are scenery and disturbances on the road, and the river has its own rules. Of course, if you are not a human, you don't have to care.

They only care about their journey and don’t care about their own business. There are water bandits who rob passing ships to make money. Small boats sway through the chaotic waters where they are busy boarding or resisting. Living on the side of a small wooden boat to call for help, the iron ball will wave the paddle very seriously to beat people away. It would be nice to have time to swim ashore.

Some water bandits robbed people because of the appearance of the girl at the bow, and finally died without knowing how, and there were many corpses floating on the river.

certain.

Traveling to a certain riverside county town, Bai Yu suddenly remembered an old acquaintance not very far away from here.

"Iron Ball, let's go ashore."

"What about the boat..."

"Ahem... just push the river and go with the flow, it's more poetic."

"Oh."

The small wooden boat drifted away with the current. On the shore, a big and a small couple walked away. A certain pangolin who was used to rowing looked back at the wooden boat with a little reluctance. The feeling of being on the river was really interesting.

Iron Ball still likes land and mountains because there are ants to eat.

"Boss, where are we going now, Nanhuang doesn't seem to be in this direction."

"Cough~ I went to see an old friend I haven't seen for many years. I don't know if he died. Human beings always die."

Travel freely across the mountains and ridges, and occasionally pass by villages and towns to buy some food and supplies, or grab money from a lustful dude.

Passing through the bamboo forest, I saw a familiar lotus pond.

When I left Nanhuang back then, I had a feeling of waiting for my destiny. I rested here, lay down in the lotus pond and fell asleep, and was still fishing by the pond. It has been a hundred years in a trance. There is a saying that time is really worthless.

Looking at the mountains of Qingqing Bamboo Sea from a distance, there is a temple on that mountain, which is a unique temple.

"Ahem... go up the mountain."

Moss trails in bamboo groves, mountain springs, stone tripods and flying clouds.

The path is slightly widened, the stone slabs are covered with thick bamboo leaves, and the wind blows the bamboo sea to make a pleasant sound. I don’t know if the Zhuquan Temple is still there after all these years, and whether the wonderful pair of masters and apprentices are rebuilding the ruined temple that is about to collapse. They... still Are you alive?

Walking through the green and green bamboo forest path, turning a few turns, I saw that the dilapidated temple had a new look. Although it did not have the golden glazed tiles and expensive wood, it had an artistic conception that was free from the smell of copper. It was very comfortable at first glance. That kind of special It doesn't feel like it can be done with expensive materials.

The gate has been rebuilt, no one will be killed, and there is no need to climb over the wall to enter.

Knock on the door, thump.

No one responded for a long time...

Bai Yu smiled, turned around and walked towards the broken vegetable field next to the temple.

When Bai Yu saw the three actresses in the vegetable field, she almost coughed up the snake gall...

"My mother! It's normal for the big snake not to die. Why don't you two die? It's been hundreds of years? Old Huixian, are you a monster? Do you dare to die and let me see!"

Confirm again and again that the three people in the vegetable field are not ghosts,

It is a living existence.

A little boy with fangs in his mouth squatted on the ground and was busy eating mice raw. Judging from the smell, it was the snake spirit that protected the old virtuous man back then. Yes, it finally took shape after many years, but it was not complete.

Xiao Shitou is still the same child as before, exhausted carrying water and watering vegetables, he is Shi Xin, which is acceptable.

The question is why is old Huixian still alive? You, an old monk who practice cultivation, can live for almost a hundred years. How can you live endlessly without dying? Is there still Wang Fa? Is there still a law?

Little Shitou was stunned, and old Huixian was also a little stunned with few teeth left.

A little boy in the shape of a big snake is spitting out a half-swallowed mouse. Snakes have the habit of spitting out undigested prey under certain special circumstances.

"White Tiger, you are not dead! That's great!" Xiaoshi threw the bucket and ran over.

"I knew you monster would never die." Old Huixian smiled like a wild chrysanthemum in full bloom in the field.

The snake spirit can't speak, but very practically handed the rat that just spit out to the boss.

Iron Ball is not interested in humans. He is thinking about the mouse spit out by the snake essence. He can't figure out what's so delicious about it. It's full of fur and blood.

The quiet Zhuquan Temple is noisy.

After observing Huixian carefully, Bai Yu was amazed. This old chrysanthemum actually found his own way of practice, or he is his Buddha. No wonder there was a snake spirit protecting his practice back then. Protecting the old Huixian earns enough benefits to improve his cultivation, and seeing his transformation into a human being as a young man, he knows that he has a bright future.

Lao Huixian carefully read the medicine book to help Bai Yu heal his wounds, but nothing works better than nothing.

"Benefactor Bai, you must be auspicious...Snake Tianxiang, wait for me to read a scripture to pray for you."

Bai Yu grabbed the old monk, spitting and cursing angrily.

"Old boy, you want to kill me, right! Is it really a blessing to recite Buddhist scriptures to a monster? Do you want me to give you a mouthful of venom to see if it can kill you?"

"Hehe, unexpected accident..."

On the other side, the little snake boy quickly swallowed the mouse.

Inside the temple, Bai Yu found that the things were very old and not at all like those famous temples where the incense was flourishing. There was an endless stream of devotees and tourists. Only mice and bamboo rats would come to visit here.

"It's so deserted here, ahem...have you been living like this?"

Old Huixian sighed.

"Well, everyone says that longevity is good, but when there are people who live forever, they will say that they are ghosts and ghosts. My Zhuquan Temple has become a famous ghost temple nearby. People in the village are afraid of me and Xiao Shitou. Going back and forth outside the mountains to seek peace and tranquility, Ziqing's suffering is also beneficial to his practice."

Now they all understood that the people outside the mountain thought that the two monks were not old or dead, and they thought it was ghosts and ghosts who dared not approach them. As time passed, they could only forget each other and live their own lives.

How should I put it, the people at the foot of the mountain missed a true Buddha, and life is like this.

In addition, the snake spirit was very generous and presented a small stone and a live mouse each with an iron ball...