In fact, the folk worship of gray immortals is strictly the worship of demons, which also stems from the ideological roots of spirituality in all things.

Rats are neither humans nor gods, nor are they immortals of the regular army, so they are demons at best.

Since the Gray Immortal clan was founded by the Gray Fairy Old Lady, the generation is best at changing lives against the sky, arranging arrays and transport, and moving mountains and seas.

The hexagram that other immortals can't calculate, the gray immortals can divination, and it is really the true meaning that can be calculated to the end of the heavenly machine.

At the same time, the gray fairy is the first good hand to break the camp and rescue, no matter how complex the terrain is, how sinister the formation, the gray fairy will complete the sect leader's decree with the fastest and shortest speed.

There are gray immortals to open the way, and the Dharma protector station class, no matter where the first horse Xiangtong is, he will not get lost and turn, and he can find the best feng shui place.

The gray fairy is the first immortal with many children and grandchildren, and has a unique mysterious method for treating infertility in couples.

Gray Immortal also has a little-known ability, that is, it can help people replenish and increase transportation and transshipment.

Because the rat opened the Yuan Dynasty and turned over the mountains and seas, even if it was announced that the deadline had arrived, the gray fairy had a way to come back to life and return to the world.

The gray fairy family also has two taboos, one is forbidden to be dirty and sloppy, many people think that mice are the dirtiest animals, in fact, otherwise the gray fairy loves to be clean, and the hall must be spotless.

The second taboo is to borrow and repay, and it is not difficult to borrow again, and everything that the gray fairy pays must be exchanged in equal amounts.

Soba and Maria got into this trouble, not only to open the mill and invite the rats out, but also to entertain the noble rats in the courtyard.

Some people who have cultivated to the point of being half-human can sit at the wine table and eat wine and meat like people.

Most of them are still big rats, and they all climb on top of the plates and bowls, unceremoniously holding the meat and gnawing on it.

These rats are really not very particular diners, and some of them are full of food and drink, and they simply lie on the tables and chairs and bask in the sun on their backs.

What's more, there is feces and urine, regardless of the pots and bowls, they will be scattered on the spot, making the yard smelly.

The scraps and rat droppings were a mess, and Maria ran to the backyard with her mouth covered in disgust and vomited.

Although the Rat King has been cultivating for hundreds of years, it still hasn't been able to completely shed its fur, but because it has lived for many years, it is like a person getting old, and its original gray-black hair has turned snow-white.

It seems that animals, like humans, have gray hair in addition to their wrinkles when they get old. Over the years, the hair will become thinner and thinner, or even lose it.

The Rat King sat reclining in his chair, his pile of dolls was about the same as a teenage doll, except that it didn't have the posture of a doll, and it looked more like an old man with a leaning body.

The mustaches on the Rat King's mouth that can be counted look more like silver needles, very strong.

At this moment, the rat king was already full of food and drink, he held up his straw belly, squinted his eyes, glanced at Maria, and then when his big eyelids opened, the rat eyes stared at Suo Ba.

The Rat King said to Suo Ba in a hoarse voice: "You kid really don't know how many eyes the Lord Ma has!" Dare to block the gate of my rat city, this king sees that you are tired and crooked? ”

Suo Ba pouted his teeth: "Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding." ”

The Rat King snorted, squinted at the prince, and asked his rat son, "What do you say about this?" ”

The animal kingdom, like humans, has a fairly strict hierarchy, and as soon as the rat prince heard his father's opinion, he immediately stood up and bowed respectfully to the ground.

"Back to my father, what the son means is to escort this kid back first, and then let the rat soldiers cut him with a thousand knives, and then wrap its rotten meat into buns and distribute it, and let everyone taste what human meat buns taste."

When Suo Bayi heard that these big rats were going to cut himself with a thousand knives, and then wrapped them into buns and ate them, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back.

Suo Ba hurriedly said weakly: "Killing people is not enough, you have to forgive people and spare people, you all have to become immortals, don't be like me as a mortal." ”

The Rat King blew his beard and said, "Humph! If you don't kill you, how can you be angry, and if you humans don't give you humans some color, you humans won't know that we rats are not easy to mess with. Today's rat trap, clip one to death, tomorrow the rat medicine poisoned two, our rat city tragic death in the hands of you humans countless, killing you is a comfort to those heroic spirits, come on! Take this boy back to the king. ”

The rats of Rat City are staring at the Rat King with their little eyes, and they can't wait for a long time.

As soon as the rat king's order was issued, the big mouse, the little mouse, the rat grandson, and the rat grandfather flocked to Suoba like a swarm.

Hulala surrounded Suo Ba, pulling legs, pulling arms, pinching necks, and pressing heads.

Although the strength of the rats is small, but they are numerous, it can really be said that a good tiger is no match for a group of wolves, and if there are more ants, you can eat an elephant, not to mention a small Suoba.

No matter how much he struggled, it was in vain, and after a while of tearing, he was controlled, and the group of rats lifted Suo Ba above his head, and Suo Hachi was carried little by little in the direction of the small shed.

When he entered the small shed, he arrived at the entrance of the cave in the Rat City, and once he entered the Rat City, the Daluo Immortals couldn't save him.

Although Suo Ba's body was controlled, his mouth could still speak, his ancestor had scolded for a long time, and the rats continued to carry him towards the small shed as if they hadn't heard.

Maria chased after the Rat King and begged, but the Rat King ignored her stubble.

Dozens of rats formed a circle one after the other, enclosing Maria in the middle.

They kept baring their teeth and claws to demonstrate to Maria, so scared that Maria didn't dare to move half a step.

At this critical juncture, out of nowhere, a ragged old road came and blocked the way of the rats.

This old man is skinny, and he is only two or three dollars of flesh on his body.

Dressed in a fat old robe, torn and dirty, his gray hair was messily coiled around a hairpin, and he used a stick as a hairpin.

There was a wisp of goatee on the big chin, and the dripping of vegetable soup and tea soup on the beard was rolled out over time.

There was a pair of broken shoes under his feet, the front of the toe was exposed, and the heels were exposed, and his broken shoes were better than the pair on Suoba's feet before.

Although Lao Dao's body is dirty and smelly, the whisk in his arms is exceptionally clean, and the whisk is translucent and snow-white, fluttering in his arms with the wind.

The ragged old man chuckled: "You rats have become the climate, you want to eat his stinky skin, but there is a condition for the poor road." ”

The rat king is just a demon, he has not yet cultivated into an immortal, since ancient times, demons are afraid of the old way, if the demon is a monster, there must be an old way to subdue, which demon does not tremble when he sees the old way? The premise is that this old way has to be done.

Regardless of whether the old man in front of him has a way or not, although he is dressed in rags, the dust in his arms is not something that ordinary old people can have, so the Rat King is still in awe of the old way in his heart.

The Rat King took a step back, his beard trembling slightly: "What conditions do you have?" ”

The old man in a ragged shirt smiled evilly: "I want one of his thighs." ”

Suo Ba thought that he was a life-saver, but he didn't expect that it was a fatal one.

Suo Ba scolded: "Okay, you bull-nosed old man, I threw your child into the well?" Or did you sell your wife to the green house? You're here to hurt me. ”

The old man in a ragged shirt patted Suo Ba's forehead and said, "You kid doesn't have that chance, I'm a monk, I have no children and no daughter-in-law, I'm very clean!" ”

Maria begged the old man in a ragged shirt and said, "Daoist, you just said that you are a monk, and God has the virtue of a good life, so you must not help the abuse!" Please save Sohachi! ”

Maria was so anxious that she almost cried, but the ragged old man didn't look at her at all, but looked at her as if nothing happened, still smiling, and looking at the unlucky Suo Hachi with a gloating face.

At this moment, a cloudy wind suddenly rose, and the yin wind swept a pile of dead leaves on the ground, rustling.

The old man in a ragged shirt stared at the whirlwind and shook his head helplessly, and said to himself in a low voice: "How can you make a mistake in front of the poor road, if you don't retreat quickly, a little hesitation will make you ashes." ”

The wind dispersed immediately before the words fell, but an even more strange scene happened, these dead leaves actually stood in place one by one.

From the dead leaf on the ground to the very top, it was a man as tall as he looked, and he looked shaky but stood for a long time without falling.

The old man in a ragged shirt stretched out two fingers, then pointed sharply at the upright leaves, and casually shouted: "Broken-"

The dead leaves seemed to understand his command, and they were scattered on the ground in an instant.

Lao Dao held the dust in the air and shook it three times; It shook three more times.

Suddenly, the dust is scattered on the ground and then thrown up from the bottom up.

I saw that the dust was drifting with the wind, and the dead leaves on the ground were also rising with the wind.

The pieces are neatly arranged to form a horizontal shape, and this "horizontal one" suddenly stops in mid-air.

Lao Dao threw the dust in his hand forward, only to see that these dead leaves shot towards the northeast like ten thousand arrows, and finally all the dead leaves were embedded in the trunk of the tree a zhang away.

Lao Dao showed such a small hand, which was to give the rat king a dismount.

The Rat King is a hundred-year-old rat demon who has gained spirituality, and it can naturally see the clues.

The tattered old man in front of him looked tattered, and he was crazy when he spoke without a preface and a remark.

But he is not an ordinary veteran, in other words, he is a master.

The old mouse gasped, his thin face couldn't help twitching twice, and the two sparse white beards were no longer arrogant, and they drooped down in frustration.

The yin wind that blew up inexplicably just now was possessed by a yin spirit.

To put it bluntly, the so-called "ghosts" are lonely souls and wild ghosts who have not yet been reincarnated, and they are either full of anger or resentment.

If a mortal collides with this group of Yin Spirits, it will be a serious illness, just find a horse fairy or something like that.

In the worst case, the soul will be hooked, or crazy or die, which is what the folk call the ghost of hooking death.

Maria is a mortal with the naked eye, she is naturally confused by the behavior of the old man, she has always thought that this old man is a crazy person, and the devil is just saying some crazy things in his mouth.

Of course, she was afraid in addition to being stunned, this big night was both a ghost and a god, Maria was a woman after all, her face turned white with fright, and suddenly there was no blood.