The small Dog's Ridge Lake was bustling with people, boiling and talking, but they all had a sad face, and their eyes looked at the lake in unison.

"Those twins look very pleasant, but it's a pity......"

"Twins, I'm afraid the family will be gone. It's been a while, big and small, I haven't seen any floating heads. ”

"I looked at the lake, and the demon had returned. Before the Fangliang Daoyuan was built, there were no fewer deaths every year. An old man with a scorched face but a new silk coat said. In Baizhuyuan, there are now many local tenant farmers who get rich overnight and wash their feet and go to the fields.

"Impossible. A fat woman who only saw her chin but not her neck said unconvinced, "It is said that Master Fang Liang's Taoism is higher than those Xiqiao Mountain Immortal Masters, how can ordinary demons and ghosts dare to break ground on Tai Sui's head? I think it is that family, it must be fate...... But where is it not good to die, why did you just die in this dog trace lake!"

The scorched old man, who seemed to be quite jealous of the fat woman, nodded again and again, "Yes, yes." Since the establishment of the Taoist Academy, no one has drowned in this Dog Trace Lake. This family of outsiders, don't cause any trouble to the Taoist Academy......"

"Crow's beak!" the woman glared.

"Phew, Phew......"

The scorched old man almost didn't hit himself.

Some bold young men in the village threw themselves in the lake, and finally rescued all the four families who fell into the water.

A pair of eight or nine-year-old twin brothers, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, are unfortunately dark at the moment, and their abdomen is like a bulge. The middle-aged couple, one of whom held the waist of a child, lifted the child's neck high above his head, and did not let go until he died.

It's a pity that the couple dressed in mountain people's short clothes still failed to save the child after all.

"That's right...... The family is reunited. The old man with kind eyebrows and kind eyes sighed like this.

"But it shouldn't be," said a drenched young man, who had obviously just participated in the salvage, with a puzzled face, "This lake is indeed deeper than a human head, but it stands to reason that as long as the man can stand up straight, at least he can lift the child's head and face out of the water." ”

"Evil, this lake is really evil!"

"Shouldn't it be this Liangdao Courtyard, accidentally provoked the immortal family on the mountain? Originally, the blessed land that relied on the master's Dao method to purify it, but it's a pity......" The speaker was a short man with small eyes and a garlic nose, and when he looked at the small eyes that turned quickly, he knew that he was not a reliable person. But every time like this, this kind of person's unfathomable words are especially disturbing.

The enthusiastic people who salvaged the body were about to hurry home to change their clothes, but they were stunned when they heard the words, and they didn't dare to move.

"What's the point?" you guessed!," the young man who had spoken to the old man earlier asked.

The short man's eyes were dodgy, wanting to cover up, "Hearsay, hearsay, don't take it seriously." The little brother is a good person, and good people have their own good rewards, so you don't need to care. ”

This kind of thing came out of his mouth, and no one listened to it like a literal one. The young man in wet clothes, his lips and teeth trembled with cold, but his face was full of melancholy, and the fear in his heart must have been worse than the biting cold.

The young man hurriedly said, "Second Uncle Fan, what have you heard?" ”

The short man known as Second Uncle Fan looked around, and everyone was talking about it, except for the few wet salvage men, no one noticed him. Presumably, this person is usually in the neighborhood, and no one cares about it.

"Some time ago, didn't the Xiqiao Mountain Immortal Family change the sect master? Brother Shunzi, we are not outsiders, this kind of thing, it doesn't hurt to talk about it, but don't chew your tongue with other people. "Then Second Uncle Fan rarely has such a scene of stars holding the moon, suppressing his voice, but he didn't whisper, "Master Fang Liang's Taoism is profound, that's right." The old sect master in the past valued secular education and sold him a few thin noodles. But the new sect master is different, you see what a hot scene is on the side of the transcontinental trade road, and there is also a big mountain villa in the western suburbs that covers an area of no less than 100 acres. Now even our Baizhuyuan, a place where birds don't, is worth every inch of land. This Fangliang Taoist Academy, which monopolizes one side of feng shui, doesn't know how to push the boat down the river, and give up the wine pot mountain to those foreign immortal families who are good friends with Xiqiao Mountain......"

When Second Uncle Fan shook his head, the pair of small eyes kept moving, and the afterglow was shining, and he didn't know whether he was alert to the ears on the wall, or he was paying attention to the number of people who were listening. Just as he was talking about Xingtou, a sudden gust of wind blew from nowhere, carrying a piece of dust and sand whistling by. The dwarf man's eyes were swept away from him, and then his head was dizzy, and he staggered a few steps as if he were drunk, and with a pop, he stumbled into the lake.

Second Uncle Fan obviously didn't know water, and the weather was cold, so in panic, he fluttered in the water and shouted.

The rescuers who were shocked when they heard it had to endure the cold again and jump into the lake to rescue Second Uncle Fan. No matter how many life-saving benefactors pleaded, the short man didn't dare to say anything, panicked out of the crowd, and ran away.

The four young men who had fallen into the water for the second time to save people were frightened, and they were covered in wet clothes, cold to the bone, shivering, but they did not dare to leave immediately, looking at the corpses lying on the ground, at a loss. Even if a person is not saved, but the body is fished, it should be a great merit. However, if this disaster of that family was originally the number of qi that had already been arranged by the immortal family on the mountain, then the so-called merit would not dare to be extravagant, but don't touch the mold and end up uneasy.

The young man known as Junko, who was filled with annoyance, suddenly rushed out of nowhere a tall and thin old man, dressed in white, fluttered all the way through the crowd, looking very embarrassed, but his steps were extremely fast, and in a blink of an eye he arrived at Junko's side. The old man didn't say hello much, but with a big move, he pushed the strong young man and got out of the way.

Shunzi was about to have a seizure, only to realize that the old man's white clothes were actually Taoist robes embroidered with Tai Chi gossip patterns on the front and back. The white-clothed Taoist didn't pay attention to him, just looked at the four corpses on the ground, large and small, and muttered to himself.

"It's not kind, it's not kind. They have all been given to their children and grandchildren for several lifetimes, and now they are just ants who are just looking for a stable life, is it wrong? People don't care about this, God doesn't care, and the poor way is true, but we have to take care of it. ”

Shunzi didn't know what the old Taoist was nagging, but he felt that his incoherent appearance was even more inscrutable, and he begged: "Dao Chief, you see, this person is dead." If there is anything that violates the Dao Law and Heavenly Rules in the past, in my opinion, it should be regarded as Heavenly Retribution. It's just that if there is anything wrong with a few of us who have done it, please ask the Taoist to save one or two. As the saying goes, those who don't know are not guilty, and we are all devout believers of the Taiyi Sect, and we have no intention of violating the Tao and covering up rebellion......"

The white-robed old man finally turned around, glared at Shunzi, the rat whiskers were curled, and the serious look was a little funny, "Don't shout, your account will be calculated later." Let me save someone first, won't you?"

Junko and his companions were stunned and nodded their heads again and again.

A wisp of weak and unstable soul in mid-air, ethereal, finally converged into the figure and face of a middle-aged man. Yao Yuan was still trying to condense his remnant soul, and he didn't want to let it drift away, let alone escape into the Six Realms alone and abandon his wife. He looked at the four bodies lying upright on the ground by the lake

corpse, eyes poignant.

No, the eldest son fell into the water first, and then he went down to save him. I didn't succeed in saving my eldest son, but after all, I desperately lifted him out of the water. It stands to reason that he, Yao Yuan, was the first to be drowned. The clumsy stupid woman was in a hurry to help herself, but she sank to the bottom of the water without a few flutters, and the youngest son was eager to save his mother, and he sank into the lake with a stone to find his mother.

I never thought that the last one didn't get up. But why did he die first, but his soul is still there, but the soul of the lady is gone?

Yao Yuan's ethereal and transparent head like a spirit body turned in all directions, and his eyes searched anxiously everywhere. The sun was blazing overhead, like a fire scorching the man's ghost. Yao Yuan endured the refining like a pot of fire and oil, and clung to his wisp of the yin soul that was about to drift away. Once the soul is dispersed, whether the yin soul condenses into a ghost, or the yang spirit escapes into the divine path, there will be no chance to see his wife and children again.

After several searches, Yao Yuan finally found a few wisps of light and scattered green smoke, scattered on the surface of the lake. It's just that those few wisps of soul are too weak, especially the few wisps of yin souls, under the scorching sun, they have long been unable to condense, and they will be scattered between heaven and earth.

Yao Yuan's heart was in a hurry, and he tried his best to call out the names of his wife and children, but his lips and teeth opened and closed, but no sound came out. The few scattered and fluttering souls on the surface of the lake are even more inductive.

The middle-aged man is at a loss, a fairy in green clothes, descending from the sky, and the jade tree is in the wind. Seeing Yao Yuan's anxious and tearful appearance, the immortal smiled and said: "Don't you really want to get rid of the unsolvable curse of that generation? In fact, it's very simple, your Yao ancestor can't ask for death; Be a man to be content, don't learn from others, pick up a chicken feather and think it's an arrow. Do you really think that the fake sword fairy who sent you to the door can save you? That's too child's play, the contract between man and god that has been passed down for thousands of years is not something that anyone can solve if they want to. ”

Yao Yuan wanted to kneel on his knees and beg the other party to spare his wife and children, but this body of scattered souls barely condensed did not obey the call at all. What's more, how to kneel while floating in the air?

The immortal, who was several feet high, squatted down, and wanted to lower his head, so that there was some dialogue between the two sides, "Isn't it funny to know what life is better than death when you die?" Actually, it doesn't matter, I know what you want to say. Use your own soul to scatter in exchange for a share of life for your wife and children?"

Yao Yuan's turbulent soul finally calmed down. The middle-aged man tried to make a nodding motion, his eyes full of pleading.

The fairy in Tsing Yi scooped his palm and held the middle-aged man's "body" in his palm. The palm, which was almost the size of a table of eight immortals, seemed to have some kind of magical power, making Yao Yuan's body condense into substance, and his appearance and figure were no different from real people.

The handsome immortal said: "What a dragon feeder with a refined soul, my ancestor chose to feed me, and my vision is never bad." It's a pity that my heart is not correct and I don't obey the destiny of heaven, otherwise where would I give up your Yao family's vein and cut it off?"

"Don't worry, your soul won't dissipate for the time being until I find a suitable partner. It's just that if you want to escape from the palm of my hand, it's impossible. As for your wife and children, let them fulfill their duty to feed the dragon in advance. In this matter, it is according to the will of God, and the dragon soul is raised, and the death is deserved, and you don't have to feel sorry for them. As for the old guy in your family, I believe that no matter how bad that fake sword fairy is, he will not abandon it. Perhaps, he will be able to live a long life because of this. Well, you little things whose lives are like morning dew, that's all you want. ”

Yao Yuan gritted his teeth and said: "My Yao family has had this experience for generations, and it turns out that it is all due to the king!"

The immortal man said happily: "The ants are dead, and they are not as good as the livestock raised by my family, and they dare to have a little temper. Hehe, not bad, good, delicious. ”