The east wind suddenly came, and the night rain was shaky.

This supernatural place is not really doing very well.

The worldview is not very big, it is in a corner, just a small town.

People here can't leave here, and they can't see the world beyond.

If he were to do it, he could make a whole world.

He can directly copy a dynasty from the history of China and then create it.

It doesn't matter how the dynasty is, what the situation is inside, what the emperor is, whether the people are healthy or not, whether they are happy or suffering.

What he wants is not these, what he needs is a change.

A contrast.

In his vision, there are two variables.

Respectively, ghosts are known to all and partially.

This is how to observe the final result.

The former is known to all people and can try to control ghosts, while the latter, on the contrary, ghosts and supernatural events are deliberately concealed, just like the headquarters of reality.

The background is set up with a supernatural invasion and a great recovery.

The source of ghosts stops at the Republic of China.

The heavy rain came in the past, and the plum trees in the courtyard moved with the wind.

The wind and rain have never warmed people's hearts.

Only the dust of the human eye.

"There must be a protagonist in both worlds, and if you are not satisfied with the final result, just eat it."

"I want the last food, so I have to make a lot of the same world, but the worldview has to be cruel."

Looking at the wind and rain in the courtyard, Yu Zhile temporarily let go of his terrible thoughts.

With the ability to deceive ghosts, creating worlds is simple.

Although it is simple, it can be a hassle.

Tapping his fingertips on the tabletop, Yu Zhile stood up, pushed open the door and walked out.

The little girl, who had already gotten up, hurriedly followed.

As soon as the rooster crowed, the rain was still falling, but there were already people hurrying on the streets.

An oil-paper umbrella separates a world.

Rain drips across the umbrella.

The two of them, one older and one younger, hid under umbrellas and walked through the streets, walking towards the Lingyun Temple, whose name was a temple, but it was a Taoist crown.

The streets are deserted, though.

"I'm not drunk, come back ......"

At the corner of the street, a scholar-like man suddenly raised his hand, looked ahead with confused eyes, and muttered that I was not drunk, I could still drink, and I would come again.

Not far from the man was the Green Building.

"If you don't have money, just say it, it's so reasonable to eat the overlord meal, damn, next time you don't have any money, the old lady will kill you."

Qinglou, who had already thanked the guests, suddenly opened the door, and the two of them, led by an old bustard, threw a man with a blue nose and swollen face and a drunken body into the rain curtain.

Yu Zhile moved his steps slightly, looked at the man who was struggling in the rain for a while and then lay down casually, he didn't care, he bypassed the man and continued to walk into the distance.

The little girl grabbed Yu Zhile's clothes, looked back at the man, and then looked at the brightly lit attic.

There was fear in her eyes.

The sister inside doesn't seem to be doing well, she doesn't want to live in this kind of place.

The sound of rain was dripping, beating on the oil-paper umbrella.

Since ancient times, the bits and pieces of chickens and dogs have been the most popular.

There was a beggar hiding under the eaves shivering, looking at the two people walking with umbrellas, their eyes full of envy.

Their clothes must be warm, otherwise they would not have left the warm bedding at this time and walked out into the streets.

They must have eaten a lot of food, with steamed buns and porridge to eat.

I don't know if they wasted it, and if they did, what a pity it would be.

The two gradually moved away, but the little beggar's eyes were still staring at the big and small backs.

"Bet on a lot?" In the Li Mansion, an old man looked at Li Yushu and asked.

Li Yushu nodded, "Bet, as long as we kill him, we may get what we want." ”

A gleam appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes, "Then bet, even if it is to gamble with all of the future." ”

"Last time we lost, this time we can't afford to lose."

Listening to the old man's answer, Li Yushu stood up, silently walked out of the Li Mansion, then went out of the city, and finally disappeared into a mountain forest.

The old man bent his waist and put his hands behind his back, looking at the rain eaves in the courtyard.

"Who would want to die?"

"Now that there is a chance to live, how can those of us who are dying not seize it?"

The old man recalled the madness of an old friend, and it turned out that no matter how much he controlled the immortal metamorphosis that devoured it, he could not stop the coming of death.

Lifespan is a shackle that binds them all.

Only those who break this shackle will be free.

Now, there is such an existence here again, and they can't give up, even if they destroy what those two people left behind, they don't hesitate to do so.

"I hope you're the same as those two, or we'll be disappointed."

The old man suppressed the excitement in his heart, he should not be so unstable if he lived like this.

If you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, and the juniors will try it, if they scare people away, it will really outweigh the losses.

On this day, so the children of the family were given an order.

Whatever it takes, to test a young man.

You must go with the idea of life and death, otherwise it is useless to go.

You can wait and see, but if you choose to shoot, you have to be prepared to be killed.

For a while, these pampered young ladies were shocked.

Yu Zhile didn't care about this, and the more they moved, the more he knew.

There are some people here who have taken the road to the extreme, just like the old people in the Republic of China, the road has come to an end.

They didn't want to die, all lay inside the coffin, waiting for a chance.

Now here's your chance.

They want to get further methods from themselves, that is, something that will not cause their own death because of their longevity.

They tried in vain to find the way of immortality in him.

The so-called method of immortality is actually the method of turning into a ghost.

There are no immortals in this world, some are just ghosts.

People are accustomed to referring to things they cannot understand as immortals or gods.

He has a way to become a ghost, but why should he give?

The people here don't have anything to satisfy him.

He just wanted to have fun.

Besides, the main reason for him to play is to wait for He Yin'er to really wake up.

If she doesn't wake up, he can't do something.

Lingyun Temple.

There are very few pilgrims today because of the rain.

Even with an umbrella, it is still easy to get wet.

The little girl looked at her half-wet little shoes, a little distressed, this was the first time she wore new shoes, and she was wet by the rain.

Yu Zhile looked down at the little girl's shoes slightly, and the small cyan embroidered shoes were worn on the little girl's feet and were not buried.

Although he deliberately shifted the umbrella to the girl's side, the rain was falling, and the splash of water as he walked was inevitable.

The little girl was distressed that her new shoes were wet, and if she didn't want to go out, she wouldn't even want to wear new shoes.

She was reluctant to stain her hard-earned shoes.

I didn't pay too much attention to it, and looked up at the Taoist temple above, and the rain was flowing slowly on the bluestone path.

The two walked on the water, avoiding each other with the pilgrims coming down the mountain.

"Incense or signing?"

Before arriving at the Taoist temple, Yu Zhile shook off the rain on the umbrella, and then put it away at the door of the Taoist temple.

The little girl looked at the little Taoist boy in a small Taoist robe with some surprise and doubt.

This little brother looks so good.

This is the first image of the little girl in her heart to the little Taoist child.

"Ask for a signature." Yu Zhile has no thoughts of incense, he has no uneasiness in his heart, and he doesn't need to ask God for peace of mind.

"Please come here, it's raining today, there are not many people asking for a visa, and guests don't need to queue up." Xiao Daotong nodded, turned around and led the way.

Yu Zhile, who has never been to a Taoist temple, is the first time to come to this kind of place.

Walking behind the little Taoist boy with the little girl, the Taoist temple is not very big, but it has all kinds of organs.

There were many idols he didn't recognize.

After walking through the aisle for a day or two, Xiao Daotong led them to a side hall.

"This is the place to ask for a signature, guests can go in by themselves, and if you need to unsign, the master will unsign for you."

Yu Zhile nodded, pushed open the door and walked in, and the little girl followed closely.

When you enter it, the first thing you see is a majestic and solemn statue.

This is followed by the incense offerings, followed by the futons on the ground.

On the left, there is a table, behind which an old Taoist priest who looks like a fairy at a glance is sitting.

There is a stick holder and some gadgets on the table, such as peach charms, sachets, red incense...... Something within.

The old Taoist priest looked very old, his beard and hair were already white, but his face looked extremely kind and gentle.

It is in line with the fairy wind bones, and at a glance it looks like a Taoist real person.

Yu Zhile rubbed the little girl hiding behind her, signaling that she didn't need to be so afraid.

He stepped forward and did it in front of the old Taoist.

"You can shake the lottery by yourself, or you can do it for you."

The old Taoist priest looked at Yu Zhile kindly, and there was no look in his eyes.

Yu Zhile nodded, picked up the stick holder and shook it casually.

Rushing~!

The bamboo sticks collide with each other and eventually fall out.

Yu Zhile looked at the bamboo sticks covering the table, and did not pick them up immediately, but handed the sticks to the little girl.

"You also shake it."

"Can I do too?" The little girl was a little flattered and took the lottery.

"Well, I'll see if you're lucky." Yu Zhile smiled and nodded.

Hearing this, the little girl's palms were a little sweaty, and she didn't dare to shake it for a while, but under Yu Zhile's encouraging smile, the little girl still shook it.

After a while, a bamboo stick fell from the stick, and the little girl subconsciously wanted to catch it, but it was already caught by a fair-skinned and delicate palm.

Yu Zhile looked at the contents on the bamboo stick, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

"A leaf of duckweed returns to the sea, and mayflies have nowhere to go."

The old Taoist priest didn't speak from beginning to end, from the young man laughing to the last not laughing, he just watched.

The young man's smile didn't have any warmth.

He didn't smile because he wanted to laugh, he smiled because he needed to laugh.

"Tell me what that means?"

Taking the sticker from the little girl's hand and putting it on the table, Yu Zhile pushed the sticker in front of the old Taoist.

The old Taoist priest looked down casually, and then said, "I can't help myself, there is a death calamity today." ”

"Sign off."

The old Taoist's faint words fell on the ears of the two, the little girl's face suddenly turned pale, and her two little hands hurriedly grabbed Yu Zhile's clothes, her eyes full of panic.

Yu Zhile nodded very calmly, "It's accurate." ”

The corners of the old Taoist's mouth twitched slightly, and there was pity in his eyes when he looked at the little girl.

The old Taoist priest didn't speak, but there was some worry in his eyes, and he looked at the bamboo stick on the table that had not yet been seen.

Yu Zhile looked at the old Taoist priest with interest, "Guess if this sign is up or down?" ”

The old Taoist priest was silent for a while, "You are above, and we are below." ”

"Oh, you seem to have figured something out."

Yu Zhile rubbed the restless little girl, although there was a smile on her face, her eyes were full of indifference.

The old Taoist priest shook his head, "The old Taoist is only a shallow learner, and he only calculates that the old Taoist has a death catastrophe today, and nothing else can be counted other than this." ”

"It's already very good, some people don't even know when they die, compared to these people, you're already good."

Yu Zhile stretched out his hand to pick up the bamboo stick on the table, but the old Taoist priest suddenly reached out and pressed Yu Zhile's hand holding the bamboo stick.

His expression was a little sad, "Can you leave innocent people behind?" ”

"Innocent?" Yu Zhile grinned, "What is someone doing now, do you know?" ”

"To be honest, I really don't care, I don't care if I play with you or if I am calculated by you."

"What I want is always something, as long as you don't touch it and make me happy, I will leave after taking the thing."

"That's what I said before."

"But you're not satisfied."

"You've passed my test, don't you wait honestly until the end?"

"Do you want to touch what I want?"

The old Taoist's face suddenly darkened, and he held Yu Zhile's hand and slowly pulled it back.

"That's what you thought from the beginning?"

"Of course not, I just wanted to rest for a while, and by the way, I waited for someone to wake up and play with you ants, all out of interest."

"Maybe, when I get my things, I'll destroy you casually, it's not impossible."

"It's a pity that you seem to dislike that you have lived too long, and you want to die now."

"Actually, I'm still very interested in you, I want to know more about it, maybe I'll be happy, you will survive, maybe, I can also give you some things that you need, but I think it's chicken."

Yu Zhile looked at the old Taoist priest playfully, "What confidence do you think you can provoke me?" ”

The old Taoist priest was dumbfounded, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Then you said before that you would do whatever we wanted, were you playing with us?" ”

"Why should I follow your rules?"

Yu Zhile looked at the old Taoist priest a little inexplicably, and then looked down at the bamboo stick.

"Heaven and earth are unkind and use all things as dogs, and saints are unkind and use the people as dogs."

Looking at this sentence on the bamboo stick, a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Yu Zhile's mouth.

"Tell me about fairness?"

"If I had been treated fairly, maybe I would have believed it."

Yu Zhile moved his fingers slightly, and the text on the bamboo stick disappeared, and another text appeared.

"After the autumn harvest, the winter is killed, and the snow is full of dead remains; Wait until the spring comes, the snow is gone......"

"What do you say I should write in the last sentence?" Yu Zhile looked up at the old Taoist priest, and a touch of scarlet flashed in his eyes.

The old Taoist priest looked at the three lines of poetry on the bamboo stick, did not speak, but closed his eyes.

Death has come, and the young man in front of him has determined his heart, he is no longer in the mood to play with them.

He knew what he should have known, and he was impatient now.

(End of chapter)