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ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 129

Since helping Yuan Fang check his body, Ye Xiaohu's mind has never relaxed.

Because he was in Yuan Fang's body, he sensed a trace of ghost immortal energy.

"Who is it, who is it that came to earth?"

Above the heavenly court, there are the heavens, the earth, the people, the scattered immortals, and many Buddhas.

But beyond these, there is also a mysterious and eccentric individual, and there are no small number of them.

This organization is the ghosts.

Ghost immortals, as the name suggests, are ghosts cultivating into immortals step by step.

It's like the Yama in the underworld, and the bull head and horse noodles...... and so on, the immortals who are in charge of the underworld are basically ghosts and immortals.

The immortal energy of these ghost immortals is different from that of ordinary immortals, so it is also called ghost immortal energy.

The immortal energy of the three immortals of heaven, earth and man has many benefits to the human body.

However, the ghost fairy spirit of the ghost fairy has a lot of damage to the human body. This is also why Yuan Fang's body, after being invaded by the ghost immortal qi, the whole person's body became painful.

Even life is consumed little by little, and from then on, it is not good to be seriously ill, and the body function declines.

"Although there are still some relics and magic weapons of immortals in the mortal world, there are even some inheritances. But in the world where the aura is thin, most of these ruins and magic weapons have become dilapidated. ”

"And if the ruins and magic weapons are not touched, then it is impossible for Yuan Fang to mess with them. ”

I saw Ye Xiaohu stroking his temples with his left hand, and the whole person fell into thought and said: "And the ghost immortal qi that Yuan Fang got involved in is not an ordinary ghost immortal qi, but a kind of ghost immortal qi from the body of the ghost immortal." ”

When Ye Xiaohu was in Heavenly Court, he didn't have a lot of friends with ghosts and immortals.

Because the ghosts and immortals basically live in the underworld, if they don't get any instructions, then they won't come to Heaven.

But judging from Ye Xiaohu's limited contact, the ghost immortal qi on Yuan Fang's body is definitely famous.

"No, I must rush to Yiwu Mountain as soon as possible to solve this problem, otherwise I will not be able to cultivate and develop with peace of mind in the future. ”

First there are nightmares, and then there are ghosts and fairies.

Ye Xiaohu had to suspect that there were really immortals who came to the world.

In the face of ghosts and immortals, Ye Xiaohu can protect himself.

Because he can use some formations to cover his body as much as possible, and hide in the deep mountains and old forests.

But Ye Xiaohu's parents have just recovered their health, and they are all old, so it is impossible for them to hide in the deep mountains and old forests like him.

Therefore, in order to solve this trouble, only by finding the source of the ghost immortal qi as soon as possible and solving this trouble, then Ye Xiaohu can feel at ease.

Just when Ye Xiaohu was thinking deeply, Wang Fangfang, who was dressed in youth and beauty, appeared next to Ye Xiaohu and said, "Xiaohu, you came so early. ”

"I'm an impatient, so once I've decided, I can't stay. ”

Ye Xiaohu smiled slightly, responded to Wang Fangfang briefly, and asked rhetorically: "By the way, Wang Fangfang, what myths and legends are there in your place in the past?"

The gods and Buddhas above the heavenly court basically have their own myths and stories passed down.

Some of them are their children and grandchildren, and in order to praise their greatness and merits, they deliberately arrange for people to publicize them.

There are also some local people who miss their greatness, so they pass it on little by little.

But no matter how it is passed down, it will always be helpful to Ye Xiaohu.

For this, Ye Xiaohu knows better than anything else.

"Xiaohu, why are you asking this?"

After Wang Fangfang recalled for a while, she said to Ye Xiaohu: "But we Yiwu Mountain, there are indeed some myths and stories that have been handed down. ”

"Oh?"

Originally, Ye Xiaohu just asked tentatively, but when he heard Wang Fangfang say that there was indeed a mythical story, Ye Xiaohu's eyes suddenly lit up and said, "I don't know what a mythical story is?"

"The most famous of these legends is Peng Zu. ”

Wang Fangfang recalled the story passed down by her ancestors, so she introduced Ye Xiaohu: "Legend has it that Peng Zu lived in our Yiwushan City, and fed on Ganoderma lucidum fungi and used the water of the countryside stream to live ......."

"Peng Zu?"

When Ye Xiaohu was in the sky, he also saw Peng Zu.

Therefore, Ye Xiaohu has a certain understanding of Peng Zu, in his opinion, it is impossible for Peng Zu to come to the world, and it is impossible for him to have a ghost and immortal spirit.

"Anything else?"

"The story of Dawang Peak and Jade Girl Peak, this story has even been made into a TV series. ”

"Another one. ”

“......”

changed several legends in a row, but it still didn't solve the doubts in Ye Xiaohu's heart.

Wang Fangfang was a little puzzled, so she tried to recall it, and remembered a story, so she slowly said: "There is another story, legend has it that there were two suitable ones in our Yiwu Mountain Doumi Peak. The old monk is diligent and thrifty, and the young monk is delicious and lazy. Therefore, the old monk of Yucheng chanted the scriptures all day long, and was appreciated by the Bodhisattva, so he descended a rice hole to alleviate his poor days. ”

But the old monk was diligent and thrifty, so after surviving his hunger, he still went down the mountain to make a fortune. But the little monk is different, he is delicious and lazy and unwilling to go to the fate, but goes to the rice hole all day to get food, and finally is covered by the rice hole and buried here. ”

Hey.

When he first heard this story, Ye Xiaohu didn't take it to heart.

After all, there are such stories everywhere.

But when Ye Xiaohu heard that the little monk was buried in the rice cave, and the rice hole turned into the current Dou Mifeng, his eyes suddenly lit up.

In ancient times, the little monk was obviously a person who cultivated Buddhism, so the goal was naturally to become an immortal and a Buddha.

Therefore, the little monk must be a cultivator.

Therefore, he could not have died without a reason, drowning in some rice.

There must be some story in this that no one from the outside knows. ”

Ye Xiaohu stroked his temples and kept thinking deeply.

If the little monk dies, will he be transformed into a ghost?

That's a big question mark.

This requires Ye Xiaohu to go to Doumi Peak and survey step by step, so as to find clues little by little.

If it can be confirmed that this matter was done by the little monk, not the ghost immortal who came out of the underworld, then Ye Xiaohu can breathe a sigh of relief.

"Xiaohu, what are you talking about, why can't I understand a word?"

Wang Fangfang, who was sitting next to Ye Xiaohu, looked at Ye Xiaohu with a puzzled expression and said, "Is it the story I said, what's wrong?"

"No, the story you tell is good and very inspiring to me. ”

Ye Xiaohu responded to Wang Fangfang with a smile, and at this time, the sound of the train entering the station and checking the ticket came out from the radio room of the railway station.

So Ye Xiaohu stood up with his bag, and said to Wang Fangfang, who was still blindfolded on the side: "Let's go, let's continue to talk about something after we get in the car." ”

"Good. ”

Wang Fangfang nodded, so she followed Ye Xiaohu side by side, checked the ticket and boarded the train to Yiwu Mountain.