I went to the underworld for a walk, and found a few familiar buddies to talk about it, and the strong ghost king stared at me with the boss's eyes, snapped on my shoulder, and almost snapped me on the head, stretched out his thumb and said: "Dude, I'm convinced, this time it was the Sansheng Sword that saved you." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

I was puzzled and looked at him suspiciously.

At this time, Zhang Xian, who was really listening to me, spoke: "What the Ghost King said is right, the Sansheng Sword did save you. ”

"The two elder brothers, don't go to court, let's talk about what's going on."

I'm in a hurry, there's still a mess up there yet, so don't grind here.

Zhang Xian lifted his sleeves, took a sip of the teacup, and said: "The Sansheng Sword is the sword of the Emperor of the Northern Yin Capital of my underworld, and there is no need to say much about its power, if you want to kill such ghosts, it is simply a knife to kill chickens, but at the critical moment, it knows that the evil consequences of casually assassinating people with worship beliefs on their bodies, so it saves you." ”

"What's the bad thing?"

I blinked my eyes, Lao Tzu almost threw himself into it to eliminate harm for the people, not to mention what the reward is, there are still evil consequences for Mao?

"The consequences are great." The Mighty Ghost King continued.

"Kill the blessed person of faith for no reason, and the way of heaven will punish you, pay attention, it's the way of heaven, not our underworld, what else does the underworld say? Your brother just lifts the Yin Mountain up, and no one cares about you. ”

I said in my heart what kind of place this Yin Mountain is, it's about my birds, and I have to be idle to toss it.

Seeing that the Mighty Ghost King was open-mouthed, Zhang Xian hurriedly covered his mouth and said, "Shhh, you can speak more leisurely." ”

Seeing that the two of them couldn't say why, I said goodbye and returned to the world in a huff.

Thinking about this matter over and over again in my mind, my heart is very unhappy, what kind of world is this, but there are offerings for those who do evil, and Lao Tzu wants to work hard to eliminate harm for the people, but he has to be affected, hey, I really don't understand.

But whenever I think of Nannan's innocent face, I feel a heartache, what a good little girl, why should I suffer this crime? He's it, it doesn't matter if he makes offerings or not, Lao Tzu will kill you first!

Having made up my mind, I came to the Temple of the Eight Sons of the Holy Maiden again.

This time I changed my strategy, and I heard that the mountain guards in this neighborhood are old villagers here, so I plan to go there first to find out.

When I came to the mountain keeper's hut, I knocked softly on the door.

"Knock knock."

"Who?" After the door slammed, an old voice came from within.

"Hello, I'm a tourist in the neighborhood and want to beg for a bowl of water." I panicked, afraid that he wouldn't see me.

There was a moment of silence in the room, and just as I thought it was no show, the door creaked open.

I saw an emaciated old man wearing a straw hat open the door, which was very in line with the image of a rural old man.

I saw that he was holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, handed it over, and did not speak.

I reluctantly took it, and pretended to be grateful, drank it all, and after drinking, I wiped my mouth and said, "Thank you, grandpa." ”

The old man took the bowl, still did not speak, turned around and was about to walk inside.

I took the opportunity to look inside the house and found that there was nothing unusual, so I hurriedly said, "Grandpa, I'm so tired, can I come in and rest." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, then nodded, ignoring me.

I can see that this old man doesn't like to talk much, which stumps me.

I don't have anything to say, I'll ask Gao Shou for a while, and I'll talk about the scenery for a while, but people are good, they just treat me as air, what do you love.

It's boring to talk about myself, and I don't think there's any need to waste time here, so I blurted out: "Let's go to the Eight Sons Holy Maiden Temple by myself in a while." ”

The old man was stunned when he heard this, and then stared at me with a gleam in his eyes, and said in an old and hoarse voice: "What are you doing there!?" ”

Oops, I finally spoke, I knew I was going to say hello directly.

I touched my nose and smiled, "Grandpa, do you know what happened there?" ”

As if stimulated by something, the old man slammed the table and shouted, "Get out, you get out of here!" ”

Then the old man ignored me, sat alone in the corner, lit a dry tobacco pouch and took two puffs, not knowing what he was muttering.

I was scolded inexplicably, touched my nose and said, "I'm just asking, oh yes, grandpa, it's not very peaceful here, that thing sometimes comes out to hurt people, you have to be careful, if it doesn't work, just move out." ”

This is purely well-intentioned advice, although he scolded me for being a bloody dog, but old man, I still understand, and I don't have a piece of meat.

As soon as the old man heard the word harmful, he threw down the dry tobacco pouch in his hand and rushed towards me, grabbed my arm, and said, "Harmful?" You say she hurts? Impossible, impossible, after so many years, there are still offerings in the village every year, and Fengxia will not come out to harm people! ”

The old man was very excited, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and I was really afraid that he would pass like this, so I hurriedly helped him to the chair.

I understand the key point, Feng Xia, this must be the woman's name, it seems that something must have happened in Beixi Eight Villages, and the breakthrough is in this old man.

Striking while the iron was hot, I hurriedly continued: "Grandpa, human life is at stake, and now that there is a poor little girl who is targeted by her, can you bear to let such a lovely little girl suffer?" ”

The old man covered his head in pain, and after a while, he slowly raised his head, I saw his old tears, and said in my heart, This old man will not have anything to do with the female ghost Fengxia, right?

The old man stood up tremblingly, walked to the cabinet beside the bed, took out the key and opened the drawer inside, took out a framed photo, and gently stroked it, as if this photo was some priceless treasure.

I didn't interrupt him and let him vent his emotions.

The old man wept for a while, gradually regained his composure, sat down in his chair, and said, "Sit down, young man." ”

I nodded and sat down in the direction he was pointing.

The old man froze and sighed lightly: "Young man, are you a Taoist priest?" Or a monk? ”

When I heard this, I was confused, what kind of eyes do you always have? A handsome and chic man like me, a beautiful man in the wind of Yushu, can't you think about becoming a monk for Mao?

Seeing that I didn't react stupidly, the old man patted his thigh and said, "Hey, the old man is useless, too, you have so much hair on your head, you must not be a monk." ”

I said in my heart that you can be regarded as an eye-opener, but then he followed and said, "The trail is long......"

Come on, I don't want to talk about this professional issue, you can just get straight to the point.

When the old man saw me listening, he caressed the photo and told the story.