New White Snake Asking Immortals

? When the country is weak, evil is rampant.

I saw too many ghosts and evil things along the way, and Bai Yu didn't bother to care about them.

One day, I found a deserted village to stay overnight. Don’t think why there are so many deserted courtyard villages. After decades of fighting, the people are almost wiped out. The population is seriously depleted and empty houses are everywhere.

When he entered the village, he saw a woman by the well. The woman was startled when she saw Bai Yu and disappeared instantly.

Pan Xiong was about to step forward, but Bai Yu shook his head and sighed.

"Forget it, since you didn't do any evil, why bother to kill them all, it's considered an accumulation of evil deeds."

"What the girl said is very true."

Pan Xiong didn't quite understand Bai Yu's role. There was no way. In this era when interests are paramount and Lao Tzu is the first in the world, few people think about doing good. What is written in the book is just a slogan, especially in this troubled world. Care about life and death at the bottom.

A certain Jiao dares to fight with Yuanying masters, but can also get along with the low-level people friendly.

The rainy season was drizzling, and the Pan family each looked for a house to settle down, tried every means to light a fire to get rid of the damp and cold to keep warm, and tried not to get sick. The typhoid fever had already taken away two elderly people.

Bai Yu was alone in a dilapidated house, and saw a woman appearing by the old well.

Shaking his head, putting on a straw hat, he came to the well, leaned against the edge of the well with a blade of grass in his mouth, and patted the old well.

"Come out, don't hide."

There was no movement in the well, curling one's mouth, absorbing the free yin energy from the air, throwing it into balls into the well, soon a young woman slowly floated up from the bottom of the water, her hair was coiled up, she should be a young daughter-in-law.

The female ghost looked at Bai Yu in fear, like a poor little daughter-in-law being bullied by her mother-in-law.

Condensed a ball of Yin Qi again and handed it to the female ghost.

"Take it and eat it. If you don't have enough yin energy, you're really dead. You have a story and I have yin energy. Let's chat for a while. You are the only ghost in this barren mountain."

"You...thank you, everyone else wants to kill me, but you are different..."

Bai Yu shrugged.

"It's normal, because I'm not human, how did you die? I'm sorry to bring up sad things."

Some dead souls are most afraid of mentioning the cause of death, and some will even become violent ghosts because of this. Fortunately, the female ghost just has a panicked expression and does not breed hostility. It is estimated that she was a coward before she was alive.

The female ghost probably didn't understand the meaning of the first sentence, so she lowered her head and told herself.

You can listen to stories when you are bored. Everyone has their own stories. The female ghost is from the village. A few years ago, the government arrested a strong man and took away her newly married husband. Year after year, I didn't wait for the man to hear, but I waited for the bandits to attack the village.

The young woman was a victim of the turbulent era. She resolutely jumped into the old well to commit suicide in order not to be insulted.

An ordinary little story, but it shows how ruthless this damn age is. The villagers either escaped or were killed and abandoned. She stayed in the old well and waited year after year, wanting to wait for the man to come back.

"Why don't you go to the underworld to reincarnate."

"I think when my husband comes back, he will definitely come back..."

"Do you want to continue waiting?"

The female ghost nodded firmly. Under the background of the big era, she refused to give up. She firmly believed that her man would come back. She looked at the entrance of the village every day and year after year, so she did not hesitate to stay in the well for several years.

"What's his name, I can tell fortunes, I can help you find out."

"My husband's surname is Zhou's full name."

She was very excited and her eyes were full of anticipation. She almost forgot the faint fear when she saw this mysterious man before. Maybe it was chatting that made her let her guard down, or she was too excited to learn about her man.

Bai Yu muttered in his mouth, prefecture, county, county, village

-----This is a gorgeous dividing line--

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----This is a gorgeous dividing line---

The name and Zhou Quan's name, secretly displaying the talent of fortune-telling to sense its location, fortune-telling is easy for ordinary people without cultivation, but Bai Yu doesn't know what to say to the female ghost.

"He died a few years ago. If he guessed correctly, he came back to see you. Everyone has their own destiny and you can't force it. Don't wait, I will send you to reincarnation."

Hearing this, the female ghost was stunned for a long time, sobbing softly, but it was a pity that the ghost had no tears.

"Zhou Lang... I know it was you who stood outside the window that night... Woooo..."

On the other side, Pan Xiong looked over curiously, not understanding how to make the female ghost cry, the sobbing sound was amazing.

The voice of superseding scriptures murmured, and the figure of the female ghost became more and more invisible...

Before leaving this world to go to the underworld, the female ghost knelt and kowtowed to Bai Yu, grateful for the kindness, and the gratitude from the heart made Bai Yu's luck slightly stronger. Although it was almost equivalent to nothing, it was better than nothing. no good.

After listening to the story, I shook my head and went back to the old house to light a fire and cook.

There are all kinds of life in the world. Every life has its own story. Some people live happily or miserably, while others struggle hard to survive and use all their energy to feed their offspring. The same persistence as the situation, the more you see, the more indifferent.

Light the bonfire and cook, the night is when evil things are raging and it is not peaceful, so I rubbed a small bead full of pure yang aura with my little hand and threw it out.

A low-level zombie sensed the terrifying aura, turned its head and jumped and fled. Unexpectedly, the horrible feeling was getting closer and couldn't be shaken off no matter how he ran. Before it returned to the grave, a small bead sank into the zombie's head.

A dude from the Pan family was sitting at the door cursing and scratching for lice, and saw a fire burning in the mountains.

"It's evil, which bastard at night made a fool of himself."

Another calm rainy night.

Bai Yu ignored one thing. In the period when the country was strong and prosperous, no powerful evil would be born. Even if it was born, the practice community would solve it by itself according to the rules. However, after many years of the Tang Dynasty, there was another war. I don’t know how many monks died in the ancient battlefield. How many practice inheritances were severed , during the gap period, the evil things are secretly lurking and growing, and when the chaos in the world ushers in a rare opportunity to increase their strength again.

In the southern wilderness, there are monsters guarding the territory and there will be no evil things. The riddled Central Plains has become a hotbed of evil things...

The growth rate of evil cultivation is indirectly related to the stability of the world. The world is peaceful and there is no fighting. The practice is difficult and slow when there is death. If there are repeated wars, bloody evil spirits and resentment will be generated to supply evil cultivation. Peaceful years may not be good for hundreds of years, and turbulent times If it can't be done for a few days, monsters can be born. After all, evil spirits don't need to think about their state of mind or worry about their luck, just gather energy.

In the distance, someone made a move in the dilapidated Pan Mansion.

The flames burned the documents filled with cursive texts to ashes, and an evil wind blew in the courtyard.

There was a gust of gloomy wind, and the table full of offerings disappeared, and the white-haired young man cultivator standing beside him with a sword turned around and left, seeming disgusted with what happened in the courtyard.

After the paper money was burned, the ashes floated up and formed a hideous grimace...

"What's the matter looking for the old man..."

The gloomy tone made goosebumps all over the body, and the old pharaoh in the courtyard smiled and saluted.

"Your Excellency the Ghost King, please help me find someone. I will thank you very much after the matter is completed. Please also ask the Ghost King for help."

"I want five hundred boys and girls as tribute."

The old man frowned, five hundred boys and girls are too many, where to find so many children now, mentioning so many should be to bargain, hehe, nonsense.

Outside the door, the white-haired young man gritted his teeth and left.

"A hundred virgins."

"three hundred!"

"One hundred and fifty, if there are more, I will find another ghost king."

"Hmph! Deal!"

"This is his clothes, find him, I want to live."