New White Snake Asking Immortals

Crows chattering at ancient trees, and new ghosts cry.

Bai Yu is very happy. He only listens to humans singing and acting and has never seen a ghost show. He is very lucky. This ghost sings a good song. It would be better if it wasn't trembling. Can't be rewarded.

Old Huixian began to watch the opera with a positive attitude, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

No matter how terrifying these barren mountain ghosts are, there is still a huge snake monster scaring people

They didn't dare to stop on the stage, and the ghosts around didn't dare to leave, maybe they were being coerced for the first time.

The mountain people in the mountains occasionally enter the mountain and are attracted by the stage, even if they don’t die, their vitality will be greatly damaged.

Bai Yu didn't bring melon seeds, but fortunately there was a lump of salt left.

"Swish"

There is nothing in the world that makes a snake happier than licking salt, a tiǎn) sip is better than drinking fine wine, watching opera and eating snacks, and most importantly, not spending money.

After a long time, an old woman with yellow hair came out from behind the stage, looked at Bai Yu, and walked over tremblingly.

"I have seen the seniors, and I asked the seniors to let go of the little ones."

The old woman knelt in front of Bai Yu and didn't dare to look up. Bai Yu put away the salt and got to work.

It's just a Huang Daxian, a kind of unique spirit, who somehow came to this place to practice. Speaking of which, Hu Changhuang has been relatively close, and he is an old acquaintance.

"Get up and talk."

"Thank you senior."

The yellow-haired old woman bent down and stood up. She lowered her head and didn't dare to move. She was just a weasel with low mana and couldn't provoke this great **** who was idle and had nothing to do to watch the ghost show.

"What's going on with that haunted manor in the mountains, you're considered a native here, so you must know something."

Listening to the play is just passing by, and finding out is the truth.

"Senior, there is a ghost living in the village. He has practiced for more than 100 years and called himself a ghost king. He rules ghosts in a county. Even the little ones have to pay tribute every year in exchange for peace."

"Ghost King"

Bai Yu sneered, which ghost king will live in the Central Plains, and the one who can be called the king is the great power of the transformation stage. How can such existence stay in this place to attract attention? Are you not afraid of being transformed? It is estimated that it is a powerful ghost. There is no such thing in the mountains Tigers and monkeys are kings, and they are not ashamed.

"I heard that there are evil cultivators haunting the manor, and he must have done nothing good."

"There are a few ghosts in total."

"In addition to the ghost king, there are also a group of little ghosts. Occasionally, the little ghosts are slightly better than me."

Waving his hand, the Weasel Jing bowed his head and retreated.

Bai Yu pondered to himself, and as expected, he had guessed correctly before, there are really evil cultivators in this place. The devil cultivators are cruel and bloodthirsty, and the evil cultivators raise zombies. It is difficult to treat these two types of people as good people. You suddenly see the souls of the dead ancestors being driven by others, how embarrassing it is to meet, and the scene is extremely touching.

The ghosts must have been rich for many years, and the five taels of silver from the common people will go to Huixian. The snake does not only need trophies for a penny, um, that's it.

The ultimate combination set off again, and went straight to the ghost village in the mountains with the help of the moonlight.

The lonely ghosts who listened to the play were too lazy to take care of them, they were just wandering souls with unfulfilled wishes in the world.

The strange thing is that Hye Hyun never mentioned going back.

"Master, aren't you afraid?" Bai Yu asked curiously.

"Afraid."

"Why go"

"As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, whoever goes to **** will go to hell. The old man is willing to transform evil ghosts and return the world to peace. Don't let the ghosts escape and harm others."

"Uh, don't worry, I can't run."

Bai Yu admires it very much, this is the real monk, more real than those monks who wear gold cassocks and expensive sandalwood to recite ancient scriptures, willing to enter the ghost cave for five taels of silver, amazing.

In fact, Hui Xian thinks that this big demon is very powerful anyway, so there is nothing for mere ghosts. There are snakes and demons in everything, so we can just recite the scriptures and watch the trouble.

The little stone yawned again and again, and the child couldn't stand the sleepiness.

Huixian hung the bamboo basket that Little Stone was carrying on the cobra, and then put the child into the bamboo basket behind him.

Afraid of mosquito bites, I picked banana leaves to cover the bamboo basket, and the small stones inside slept loudly.

Late at night.

The moonlight is pale blue, Bai Yu put the horizontal knife on his back, the grass blade in his mouth, and hangs his hands on the scabbard and walks as he walks. When walking, it is inevitable that the snakeskin will sway from side to side, followed by Hui Xian, who is carrying a bamboo basket. One step, firm pace, and finally a cobra with a small bamboo basket on its head, bumping against the tree from time to time.

Take a long walk along the rugged mountain road of the valley, bypassing the dead woods.

Suddenly there was a light in front.

"Tsk tsk, lavish"

Vomiting the grass, Bai Yu sneered at the gate of the manor with red lanterns hanging in front of him. Zhuangzi was hiding in a withered and decaying forest. Ghosts like to make trouble. Wild tombs and wild ghosts watch paper figurines sing opera, and there is even more hilarity in Zhuangzi.

With the **** Huixian present, and the wooden fish in hand, there is a tendency to chant scriptures if there is a disagreement.

"Come on, let's go in and have a look, see my eyes, chanting scriptures and transmuting evil things~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Shanzai."

The ultimate group walked to the door, Huixian knocked on the door, but Bai Yu took the lead and kicked hard.

boom

The door was swayed and swayed by the kicked dust, so frightened that the drums and laughter stopped abruptly, and the small stone in the bamboo basket behind Huixian yawned and continued to sleep.

"Come on, come on, what immortal has such a violent temper"

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