The next day,

The sky was gray and misty and drizzling.

Zhang Wen came to the West Lake with an umbrella, the air was slightly cool, and the drizzle fell on his body around the umbrella, which was a little cool.

There are not a few people who swim in the lake in the morning, and there is a shout of selling breakfast not far away, which is very lively.

"Leifeng Tower"

Zhang Wen looked at the Leifeng Pagoda on the edge of the West Lake, which was different from his original world, in his world, the Leifeng Pagoda in the Republic of China was already crumbling, and someone stole bricks, causing the Leifeng Pagoda to collapse.

Here, however, the tower is straight, as if it had been newly built.

"West Lake borrowed an umbrella, and the fate was determined in the previous life."

Zhang Wen stood at the head of the bridge and couldn't help but think of the legend of the White Snake.

When it comes to West Lake, Chinese people almost always think of a brave man, a man who dares to sleep with snakes.

The mythical world is wonderful because there is no reproductive isolation in the mythical world.

Zhang Wen felt something, and turned around to find a woman standing beside him.

The other party was dressed in a white cheongsam, and also held an umbrella, which covered the upper half of her face, revealing only the delicate melon seed face and chin.

The woman nodded slightly at Zhang Wen and lightly opened her red lips:

"Sir, have you also heard the story of Bai Suzhen and Xu Xian?"

"Discover the Quest Clue: Once in a Thousand Years"

Zhang Wen, who was about to speak, paused suddenly.

"No, I haven't heard of it!"

He turned around and walked away, without hesitation.

"Ah, sir!" The woman raised her hand and wanted to stop Zhang Wen, but Zhang Wen walked like the wind, and even ran while walking.

……

"Whew, it's so hanging!"

Zhang Wen found a willow tree to lean on, but he was a little exhausted.

"Wait for a thousand years, the dynasty is not right, which version of the White Snake is this? But it's better not to have anything to do with them. Zhang Wen asked himself that he didn't have Xu Xian's skills, and he couldn't be interested in the oviparous snake spirit.

And the copy is really open, who is he going to fight, is it Fahai at the level of Luohan, or Bai Suzhen who is flooded with Jinshan?

After thinking about it carefully, Zhang Wen didn't feel like it, shouldn't the white snake become an immortal, and there can't be a person in white clothes who says that people are white snakes, and the stereotype is unacceptable.

After calming down, he found that the woman had not followed, so he relieved himself and continued to look for his goal.

Coincidentally, after walking dozens of steps, he found a door plaque on a courtyard gate by the West Lake, which read "Changsheng Gate".

"Hidden in the city?"

"Bang Bang~"

Zhang Wen raised his hand and knocked on the door knocker, making a knocking sound.

It was a while before the sound of slow footsteps came.

The door was opened by a gray-haired old man, dressed in a long gown, and panting as he spoke:

"Who's going to find who?"

"Excuse me, this is the Immortal Gate?" Zhang Wen asked politely.

"Yes, you're here to seek immortality?"

The old man's face changed, and he waved at Zhang Wen: "Hurry up, hurry up, there are no students here." ”

As he spoke, the door was shut.

Zhang Wen stepped forward on his toes and propped himself up against the crack in the door.

The old man found that he couldn't close the door, and said anxiously: "What are you doing!" ”

"Someone died." Zhang Wen said.

The old man was impatient: "People die every day, you see me old like this, I am also dying." ”

"It was you people from the Immortal Sect who killed it."

"How is that possible! The Immortal Gate does not kill! The old man snorted as if he had been frightened.

Zhang Wen took the opportunity to open the door, entered the courtyard, and said, "So I came thousands of miles to find the Immortal Sect, and I wanted to ask the disciples of the Immortal Sect why they killed people. ”

After hearing this, the old man suddenly turned his head and ran, shouting, "Master, there is an enemy seeking revenge!" ”

"Master!"

The white-haired old man shouted and made a fuss, and the door was pushed open, and a person came out.

This person was wearing Western glasses, wearing a long robe, some crepe, and he looked only in his thirties, and he was called Master by an old man who was more than a few years old.

Changsheng, it's really not fake!

"In the next article." Zhang Wen said: "Two days ago, we came there to kill people born on the day of the year, the month of Hai, I don't know who did it?" ”

"It turns out that we Immortal Sect disciples didn't do it."

The white-haired old man shouted angrily: "You still lied to me that it was a disciple of the Immortal Sect who did it!" Treacherous! ”

Looking at the white-haired old man who looked like an old naughty boy making a fuss, the man in the robe said: "Amai, go back to practice, how many times have you been told by the teacher, don't be frizzy!" ”

"But...... Yes, Master. The white-haired old man grimaced at Zhang Wen again before reluctantly returning to the room.

The man in the robe said: "In Xia Maojian, the head of the Immortal Sect, you see that Amatta is old, in fact, he is only a teenager, but because he poked a hornet's nest because of his greedy play, he mutilated a lot of lives, and he became an old man overnight. ”

"Are those legends true?" Zhang Wen was surprised.

He thought it was all a false rumor, but he didn't expect that the way of cultivating immortality in the Immortal Sect would be so troublesome.

Nodding helplessly, Mao Jian said:

"Let's go to the back hall and talk."

"Okay."

In the back hall, it is the size of a tiled house, and a few futons are placed on the smooth floor tiles.

There is an offering table due north against the wall,

On the offering table was a silver-white dagger.

"Mr. Zhang, if you are not mistaken, the one who killed the person born on the day of the month of Hai is the junior brother Di Wei under him." Mao Jian sat on the futon and sighed: "Our immortal gate taboos killing, save more lives, release more lives, in order to prolong life, this road is not easy to walk, just like you see Amai become like that, in fact, for hundreds of years, I have accepted many apprentices, and only Amai has survived until now, and there are still a few apprentices, but I dare not teach them the method of immortality, that is not to help them, but to harm them." ”

"For hundreds of years?" Zhang Wen asked, "Master Mao, dare to ask how old you are now?" ”

"He has lived two hundred and fifty years." Mao Jian smiled proudly.

It is rare for people to live for 100 years, and it is no wonder that Mao Jian is so proud.

It's just that for more than 200 years, he didn't dare to crush an ant, didn't dare to eat a bite of meat, and was afraid to do things, so he asked Zhang Wen to choose, and he definitely wouldn't do it.

Mao Jian continued: "My junior brother was reluctant to take this path at the beginning, and chose to cultivate demonic skills, if he can kill seven hundred and forty-nine people born in the year and month, he will become a demon completely, even if the immortal manifests and cannot find his lifeline, he can only suppress it, not kill it." ”

Sighing, Mao Jian said: "Back then, when the master found out that he was secretly cultivating the Dafa of Turning Longevity, he wanted to break the killing ring and clean up the portal, who would have thought that the junior disciple had already cultivated into a half-human and half-demon, and if he couldn't find his lifeline, he would kill him immortal." ”

Zhang Wen hurriedly asked, "How many have he killed now?" ”

"I don't know." Mao Jian shook his head: "But since you said that he is still killing people, it means that people have not been gathered." ”

Mao Jian stood up, grabbed the silver sword on the offering table and said, "As long as you pierce his chest with this sword before he completely becomes a demon, you will definitely be able to kill him." ”

"Silver Sword (Special Magic Weapon), Evaluation: A special magic weapon to destroy the human demon Dewey, because it is cast from silver, it is very soft, and it is not suitable for chopping other things."

"Without further ado, Master Mao."

"Well, I still have some things to do." Mao Jian was embarrassed.

"Something?" Zhang Wen asked.

Mao Jian said: "The fourth aunt of the Director of the Detective Bureau, Zhao Liren, has been having nightmares lately, so Director Zhao found me and asked me to help...... However, I am immortal, divination and dream detection, demon hunting and ghost hunting, which is not my specialty. ”

"I can't kill demons, but I can help you try ghost hunting, Master Mao."

"You?"

Zhang Wen raised his hand, and a yellow light cluster was suspended in his palm.

"Yes, me!"