Jinzhu was bored lying on the bridge railing, and somehow got a dog's tail in his mouth, shaking Erlang's legs, so uncomfortable.

"You are not afraid of falling off the bridge railing and falling directly into the eighteenth layer of hell to feed the fire dragon. Meng Po stood by the bubbling soup pot, and although she knew that Jinzhu couldn't fall, she couldn't help but say out loud.

"I want to fall, these eighteen layers of hell will not be accepted, with my good soul, even if I go down, the earth fire will be extinguished for me. Jinzhu wasn't worried at all, after all, he could only stay on the Nai He Bridge in the entire underworld.

"Are you trying to express that you are too watery and unreliable?" Meng Po stirred the soup pot with a spoon boringly, trying to find out the little red bean that had just been put in.

"Alas!" Jin Zhu sighed, "I can't live this day, and I haven't had an interesting soul to relieve my boredom recently." I've finished reading the book, and there's really nothing to do. ”

The sound of the captain paddling sounded, and Jinzhu spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth and sat up. Put your hands together, "Bodhisattva bless, Bodhisattva bless, there is a story to be told today." ”

"What does God babble, how do you learn the way mortals pray to God and worship Buddha? How can there be so many unbelievable things waiting for you to discover every day. Meng Po finally found the little red beans in that big pot of soup, put them in her mouth, and smiled with satisfaction on her face.

Jinzhu was thinking about retorting a few words, but looked at Meng Po, who seemed to be a little different today, and held back. In the glimmer of Yingying phosphorus fire, Meng Po lacked some old dragon bells in her gestures, faintly revealing a hint of girlish breath. Jinzhu rubbed his eyes, he couldn't help but laugh at himself, he had hallucinations after staying in this ghost place for a long time.

Not long after, Jinzhu saw a person holding a banner cloth and walking up to the Nai He Bridge. "Look at Meng Po, why is there a person with a weapon this time. ”

Meng Po also turned to look at the new soul and sneered, "It's terrible to be uneducated." Where is the weapon, I didn't see what it says is to ask for divination, just a fortune teller, what is there to make a fuss about. ”

"Do you think that fortune teller will use their jargon to fool the two of us?" Jinzhu's words revealed excitement and antiquation. "I see that your heavenly court is full, and the earth pavilion is round, at first glance, it is a statue of great wealth and nobility, but the Yin Hall is a little black, and there should be a bloody disaster recently!"

Poof. Meng Po was amused by Jinzhu, "Just like you, it is estimated that no one will ask you for fortune telling, and there is still a pair of kings and mustaches between you and the god operator." ”

"That's not necessarily, as handsome and dashing as I am...... majestic and majestic" Before Jinzhu finished praising himself, he saw the fortune teller standing not far away, pinching his mustache with his thumb and forefinger and moving it up and down.

"Childe, I see that your heavenly court is full, and the earth pavilion is round, and at first glance it is the image of great wealth and nobility, but the Yin Hall is a little black, I think there should be a bloody disaster!"

Jinzhu's unfinished words stuck in his throat, turning into a silent sigh, do you want to be so deep in the play!"Then dare to ask what Mr. is called?

"People call it crazy half-fairy. Since you are already here, it is in vain to have a solution. Patting at the somewhat thin body, the crazy half-fairy replied proudly.

"Well, that's a fitting name. Then dare to ask the crazy half-fairy, have you calculated how you will die?" Jinzhu was interested.

"Well, no. There is an old saying that a doctor does not heal himself, and in our industry, it means that fortune tellers do not count their own lives. And nine out of ten fortune tellers will not die well, do you know why?"

"I don't know. "Meng Po and Jinzhu really don't know the secret. "What else does this say?"

"You're very knowledgeable, but why am I telling you so much? No matter how much I know, I don't know how to escape this netherworld. The mad half-fairy was deflated.

"When the gods are still feathered, and the demons will also fall, birth, old age, sickness and death are natural laws, so why bother. Meng Po explained.

"Alas, I also blame me for holding it up, thinking that I could escape the demons and monsters with my own skills, but as a result, I died young. The look of remorse and regret on the face of the crazy half-fairy made Jinzhu laugh.

"Look at the wrinkles on your face, no matter how you look at it, it can't be regarded as an untimely death, at most, it means that no one else lives long. Jinzhu looked at the face of the crazy half-fairy, how can he have a fifty or sixty years, and he is still young, he can be regarded as old.

The mad half-immortal sat on a stool as if no one was around, placed the banner on the table, and told his story to Meng Po and Jinzhu.

This crazy half-fairy was originally a young master of a rich and noble family, and spent a rich and happy childhood under the protection of his parents, and later the family suffered a disaster before he was reduced to a flower child. I thought that he would beg for a lifetime in such a mess, but I never thought that he had encountered a turning point.

There was a great drought that year, and the crazy half-fairy used to be able to beg for some food to satisfy his stomach, but now it is difficult to get grains. coincided with the great turmoil on the frontier, and the imperial court raised troops and horses. In order to settle more and more displaced people and fill the soldiers, the imperial court arrested these homeless people.

There is a swaggering mountain where this half-fairy lives, and it is said that fierce beasts often haunt the mountain, and few people dare to set foot on it. In addition, even if there is a great drought, there is no grass in other places, and the swagger mountain is also lush and green, revealing weirdness everywhere, and no one dares to go to that place.

As a weak writer called Hanako, the battlefield is not a good place, in addition to dragging his feet, it is to die. In order to avoid the officers and soldiers, the crazy half-immortal ran to the foot of Zhaoyao Mountain, although he did not dare to go up the mountain, but it was still possible to avoid the officers and soldiers.

The scorching sun made the half-fairy dizzy and couldn't open his eyes, so he had to find a big stone cave to shade. Wait until you have a break so that your eyes can see clearly. The mad half-immortal always felt that there was a sound of breathing in the stone cave that was not too deep, and in a blink of an eye, a little beast was lying there, motionless. Smelling the smell of blood, the crazy half-immortal had the courage to step forward to check, and his heart said that the food for the next few days had fallen.

The beast lying on the ground looked like a monkey, but its ears were white. Seeing the mad half-fairy, the little beast struggled to get up, but one of its legs seemed to be broken and could not support it. The little beast whined and cried. The crazy half-fairy looked at the beast's round eyes soaked with tears, like a wronged child, and couldn't bear it for a while. So he found a stick, tore a few strips of cloth from his tattered clothes, and fixed the little beast. Then he fed it the little clean water left in his gourd to relieve the heat. Xu knew that the mad half-fairy would not hurt it, and the little beast patted the ground with his forefoot, signaling the mad half-fairy to sit down next to it, and the man and the beast fell asleep in a daze.

When the crazy half-fairy woke up and saw the scene around him, he was almost scared. He was still lying in the cave, and there were beasts like the little beast standing around him. The crazy half-immortal was afraid that he was dazzled, so he rubbed his eyes, and saw that those beasts were indeed like him, standing on his feet, and directly sat on the ground in fright. Seeing the mad half-immortal like this, the little beast made a sound, as if to appease.

The adult beast holding the little beast was half a body taller than the mad half-fairy, and it took out a small flower from its bosom, which shone faintly, and the beast strung the flower with grass vines, and then put it on the neck of the mad half-fairy. He also handed the mad half-fairy a piece of grass, which was shaped like a leek, with small pale cyan flowers blooming in the middle, which was very beautiful. Under the demonstration of the beast, the mad half-fairy ate the flower in fear. The greenness of the grass juice and the sweetness of the flower juice instantly flowed into the limbs, the abdomen was warm, and more importantly, the feeling of being hungry before the chest and back disappeared. The crazy half-immortal is overjoyed, this is the little beast repaying the favor. Before he could rejoice, the mad half-immortal was pushed and shoved into the mountains by those wild beasts.

The beast at the head cut its forefoot with a branch, smeared the blood on the body of the mad half-fairy, and then pointed in one direction and whispered. The mad half-fairy probably guessed what they meant, so he said goodbye to the beast and went in that direction. The strange thing is that despite the thorny bushes in the mountains and the thousands of forks in the road, the crazy half-immortal always has a direction in his heart. After walking for a day and a night, I finally reached the other side of the mountain. When he went down to the foot of the mountain, the mad half-immortal fainted, and when he woke up, he had been rescued by the farmers under the mountain.

The crazy half-immortal was seriously ill, and he burned in a daze for almost half a month. Fortunately, the farmer is simple and takes good care of him, and when he is cured, the crazy half-fairy will be self-taught, able to tell fortunes and divination, and even be able to borrow things to channel.

Hearing this, Meng Po and Jinzhu couldn't help but sigh at the good luck of the crazy half-immortal, of course, they were glad for his kindness, and they didn't have the idea of beating the little beast in that hungry state, otherwise it would be another result.

"If I'm not mistaken, the little beasts are animals, and they can not only crawl forward, but also stand up like a man, and walk on two hind legs, and their forefeet are as nimble as human hands, and they can carry things. And what you eat is the blessing of the grass, after eating the grass, you will not feel hungry, even if you don't eat for the rest of your life, you can live. The reason why you didn't get lost on Zhaoyao Mountain is thanks to that little flower on your neck. Think of it as the flower of the Misty Grain Tree, and under its brilliance, you won't get lost. Meng Po said.

"So, I knew I could go down the mountain thanks to those things, but I didn't know what they were for. The crazy half-fairy suddenly realized.

"Thanks to your kindness, if you eat that little animal, his parents will be able to skin you and cramp you. What's more, do you know why that animal has neither claws nor fangs, but can survive in the swaggering mountain infested by fierce beasts?" Seeing the mad half-immortal's dazed appearance, Meng Po continued to explain: "If you take a bite of the meat of the animal, whether you are a bird or a beast, it will immediately turn into a pile of white bones. The reason why you were able to pass through the swaggering mountain safely and not become the food of the beast is because the animal smeared your blood on your body and stained its breath, so the beast avoided you. ”