The matter of the snake demon has some impact on me.

For several days in a row, my mood was always inexplicable.

It seems that entering the mortal world is really an experience, an experience of the mind.

When I lived in the mortal world with Fu You, in addition to treating his injuries every day, I was thinking about how to solve the problem of three meals a day... I have never encountered such a thing, and I have never been worried.

For thousands of years, I only searched for it, and I didn't pay attention to what was happening around me... But now that I'm idle, I realize that the entanglements in the mortal world are too involved, and I can't figure it out...

Even if it is a deep love, it can't help fate, and it's a sin to have no fate.

Only when you really see through and let go can you be liberated.

The snake demon has an excellent heart.

I sighed lightly, sipped the sake in the glass, propped my elbows on the table, supported my chin with my hands, and looked down at the private room on the second floor of the restaurant.

The mortal world will always be so lively......

I squinted slightly, watching the crowd below, the vendors shouting, and the turbid world also had a different taste.

With the crowd surging, a sedan chair came from the street, accompanied by the sound of suona and thunderous drums.

The maid carried the flower basket on both sides of the sedan chair, waving the flowers in her hand, and the colorful butterflies flew and swirled, dancing lightly around the sedan chair.

The breeze lifted the sedan curtains, and I leaned in curiously to look... But a little disappointed.

The bride was covered by a red hijab embroidered with mandarin ducks, and she could only vaguely see her slender figure.

The prime minister took a concubine, and this battle was as good as ordinary people's wives.

For the appearance of this little concubine, I must be the only one who is curious... The mortals surrounding the sedan chair below also stretched their necks one by one, intending to see the appearance of this little concubine.

The corners of my lips were hooked, and my fingertips were condensed with immortal power, ready to blow the red hijab in the wind.

Before he could do anything, he saw that the sedan chair stopped, and the sound of suona was chaotic for a moment, which was quite harsh.

I frowned, leaned over the windowsill, and leaned out.

A man stood in front of the sedan chair, his hands outstretched, blocking the way of the sedan chair.

The man was dressed in a white Confucian shirt, looking like a scholar, his black hair was fixed in a green cloth turban with a wooden hairpin, and he looked at the sedan chair with grief and indignation.

"What are you doing, go away, go away!"

The matchmaker, who had a large mole on the corner of her mouth, stepped forward and pushed the man.

The man didn't move, just stared at the sedan chair, and shouted: "Xiaoqing!"

The matchmaker glanced back, and suddenly became anxious: "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!

The concubine is also such a sensation, and there is only a high-powered prime minister.

I held my chin and watched the farce in boredom.

"Xiaojing! You come out! I know you don't want to, you come out, I'll take you away!"

As soon as the matchmaker heard this, she immediately signaled to a few guards around her, dragged the man back into the crowd, and the sedan chair started again, and everything was as usual.

Only the man kept shouting in the crowd... Xiaojing... Xiaojing...

But no one responded.

The woman didn't even look at him from the sedan chair.

I didn't want to be nosy, but... Bad fate is always so wonderful.

I looked helplessly at the man who hung a rope on the tree where I was resting, and was about to hang himself...

"Hey!" I called.

He raised his eyes in shock, but he didn't see me because of the thick foliage, and he shook his head and continued to poke his head into the rope.

I was rather helpless and continued, "Can you die in another place?"

"Ahh

He seemed to be frightened, unsteady, and trampled over the stones under his feet, his head hung on the rope, his eyes rolled, and his limbs fluttered.

"Help... Fate..."

He pulled the rope desperately, and his face began to turn blue.

I was silent, this man is here to answer me, right?

Condensed the immortal power, waved his hand, cut the rope, jumped off the branch, clasped his hands around his chest, looked at him expressionlessly, coughed, and untied the rope.

"Aren't you looking for death?

I squinted at him, a mortal life, just one life, even have to give up... Such a person really can't get into the eyes of this tree immortal.

"Many... Ahem... Thank you Childe for the rescue!"

He slowed down, got up and thanked me.

Looking at him bowing down and clenching his fists, his eyes were sincere, and the coldness on my face retreated a little.

"If you want to die, find a place to die, what are you doing in this forest?"

"Huh?" he raised his eyes in astonishment, and there was a strangulation mark on his neck.

I gave him an angry look: "Let you die in another place, don't die here with me." ”

Mortals carry resentment after killing themselves, and if the resentment does not dissipate, it will condense on something that committed suicide, and if it hangs itself, it will be on the thing that hangs itself.

If he commits suicide under this tree, the resentment will condense around the tree, affecting its growth, and if the resentment is strong, it will produce resentment spirits, and then it will spread ten or ten hundreds, and then it will be about this one... It became a ghost forest.

"Little... Xiaosheng, know... Got it. ”

He looked up at me hesitantly, and went to clean up his white silk.

"You're still going to die?"

I asked suspiciously, Shicai's panicked appearance of shouting for help was not pretending.

"Xiao Shengshi is not ready, so he will panic, next time... Not next time. ”

... It's really a persistent mortal.

"Do you feel good about dying?"

I asked him with my back to the trunk of the tree and my hands around my chest.

He paused, hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head slowly: "No... Not so good. ”

I scoffed and said, "If you don't feel good, you want to die?"

"Xiaosheng... I've been cowardly once, and I can't back down on the matter of death!"

This mortal... What a sacred thing death is...

I shook my head helplessly and jumped on the branch: "It's okay to die if you want to, don't die in my forest." ”

He nodded, "Hmm": "Xiao Sheng will definitely find a quiet place to die alone." ”

"Eh, don't you have any parents?"

Aren't mortals the most filial piety? Isn't it unkind and unfilial to this man who died like this?

"My parents have been growing up since I was a child... Both dead. ”

“... Excuse me. ”

"No problem. He hugged something, looked up and said, "Xiaosheng farewell." ”

"Wait!" I called to him.

"What's the matter with Childe?"

"Do you know what kind of treatment it is for people who commit suicide to go to the underworld?"

I hooked the corners of my mouth, smiled evilly, and stared at him with burning eyes.

He shuddered at me looking at him coldly, his lips trembled, and he asked, "He... What kind of treatment?"

"When a person who commits suicide dies, he will fall into the eighteen layers of hell, and you will not be able to live a lifetime, and the consequences you will have to bear in this life will not be completed, and the debts that should be paid will not be paid, and all kinds of causes and effects, even after you die, you will still have to bear them. ”

"Into the eighteenth layer of hell?!"

His hand shook, and the white silk in his arms fell again.

"Yes," I replied leisurely, "It's still a light punishment to just let you go to hell, and after the judgment of the Ghost Division of the Underworld, perhaps, you will be taken back to this wood, and you will keep repeating the action of suicide, if it is short, it will be a few months, and if it is long, it will be tens or hundreds of years... Unless, another person hangs himself, and you are freed. ”

"Keep repeating..."

He shuddered, and his face began to turn pale.

"That's right, the human body is rare, people who don't know how to cherish it, the ghosts of the underworld are the most hated, and they are the same as those who do evil in the world, after this life... You can only enter the reincarnation of the animal path. ”

I looked at him with a smile on my lips.

He took two steps back, his face was as pale as white paper, and cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, "This... Is it true?"

"Why should I lie to you? Death or not death is up to you. ”

I lay on my back with a branch, my hands resting behind my head, my eyes squinting slightly.

......

"That little student... Still not dead. ”

He hesitated, and opened his lips to mutter, in a very depressed tone.

When I heard this, I looked at him sideways and laughed.

He wiped his sweat and looked at me quizzically.

After a while, I stopped laughing and said, "You mortal, you're not so stupid, let's talk about it, why are you looking for death?"

He opened his mouth to speak, his lips pursed, and his eyes glanced elsewhere with a somewhat embarrassed look.

I shrugged, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it." ”

The left and right are just for the concubine who is the grandfather... The word love can be described as a variety of versions in the mortal world, and you can't see it.

"You're... Immortals, or monsters?"

......

How slow was this guy's reaction, and only now did he realize that there was something unusual about this tree immortal?

"What about the immortals, what about the demons?"

"No... Nothing, just, curiosity. ”

"Curious?" I got up and sat down on the trunk, "What are you curious about?"

"If the little boy is a mortal, how can he know about the underworld... So, Xiao Sheng, I guessed... Childe is a fairy or a goblin, don't be angry, Xiaosheng has no malice, even if Childe is a goblin, he must be a good-hearted goblin. ”

This sounds very pleasant to the ear.

I hooked my lips and smiled slightly: "Ben... Childe, who is a cultivator, naturally knows more than mortals. ”

"It turned out to be a trail chief. ”

He bowed to me with respect.

How can it feel like I'm cheating on honest people?

I smiled, my eyebrows fluttering: "Scholars don't have to be polite. ”

When he saw me smiling, he was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned pink and lowered his head.

"What's wrong with you?"

He raised his eyes and smiled embarrassedly: "Xiaodao Changsheng's good looks are not much better than that jade-faced Langjun." ”

"Jade-faced Lang-kun... Who is it?"

Why do you sound familiar? Where have you heard of it? I frowned, thinking.

He replied: "It is the prime minister of the dynasty." ”

I said, "Why is it so familiar... It turned out to be the prime minister who took the concubine.

Seeing that his face was gradually sad, I straightened up slightly and asked tentatively, "What's the matter with you and that little girl?"

“... How do you know about Xiaojing?"

He was surprised, his mouth slightly open, his eyes stunned.

Seeing this, I laughed, shook my head and said, "I am a cultivator, and I can know it by pinching my fingers." ”

He probably believed it, his eyes widened, and he looked at me with admiration, "The little Taoist is really good. ”

Seeing this, I pursed my lips and smiled: "Then can you tell me about you and Xiaojing now?"

Curious... This tree immortal has it, and Si Ming always said that I am an idle person, and there is also a reason for this.