"Master, don't be deceived by him, maybe he is the female ghost who turned in, I saw with my own eyes that the blue light on his body was shining, not a monster or anything," one villager poked his head out, shrunk behind the door, and questioned.

When the old man heard this, he looked at Wang Changsheng, and a trace of imperceptible doubt flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng knew that if he didn't show his hand, these villagers wouldn't believe him, sighed, Wang Changsheng took out a wooden cover talisman and slapped it on his body, and a layer of cyan light curtain suddenly appeared, and then he took out a water cover talisman and slapped it on his body, and inside the cyan light curtain, a layer of blue light curtain emerged.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face, and the look of anticipation in his eyes became even stronger.

The boy's eyes widened in disbelief what he was seeing.

"This... I read that right!"

"It's really an immortal, it's great, our Chenjia Village has been saved. ”

"Immortals, save us!"

Seeing this scene, the doubts in the hearts of the villagers suddenly disappeared, and they all came out of the house and ran towards Wang Changsheng.

The villagers gathered around Wang Changsheng, talking non-stop, making Wang Changsheng's head bigger.

"Be quiet, give me a quiet, you are like this, how can the immortals help us, if you anger the immortals, see if you have any good fruits to eat," the old man frowned slightly when he saw this, and hurriedly scolded loudly.

When the villagers heard this, they immediately fell silent, and it was obvious that the old man was still quite prestigious.

"Don't blame the immortals, the countryside people, don't understand the rules, please bear with the immortals," the old man said while carefully observing Wang Changsheng, and after seeing that Wang Changsheng's face had not changed, he was a little relieved, he was really afraid of annoying the young immortal in front of him.

"It's okay, uncle, it's still raining, can you talk in a different place, if you can, get me a bowl of hot soup to drink," Wang Changsheng shook his head, took off the talisman seal on his body, and said unhurriedly.

"No problem," the old man nodded, answered, and turned to the boy and instructed: "Qiusheng, go back and tell your grandmother, kill a chicken, and make a bowl of chicken soup for the immortals." ”

"Got it, Grandpa," the boy nodded, turning and running towards a certain earthen house.

"Dalong, lead the horse to the immortals," the old man commanded a stout man next to him, and then, with the support of several villagers, walked in a certain direction.

The sturdy man answered, carefully led the horse rope, and followed the old man, and the other villagers also hurriedly followed.

Not long after, the group stopped in front of a somewhat dilapidated wooden house, and the plaque in front of the door read "Chen Clan Ancestral Hall" in three big characters.

"Immortals, please come in, this is the ancestral hall of our Chenjia Village," the old man made a gesture of invitation, and said to Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng was also polite, got off the horse, and walked into the ancestral hall under the awe-inspiring eyes of the villagers.

As soon as he walked into the ancestral hall, Wang Changsheng frowned slightly, the ancestral god card was discarded on the ground at will, and the tables and chairs fell to the ground, as if a thief had come.

"Shame on the ancestors!" The old man smacked the floor with his crutches, and a few tears flowed from his cloudy eyes.

Seeing this, several villagers picked up all the god cards discarded on the ground and carefully placed them.

"That female ghost is here again, and this time she actually threw all the ancestral god cards to the ground, it's really hateful," one villager said through gritted teeth.

"Female ghost?" Wang Changsheng was slightly stunned when he heard this, of course Wang Changsheng, who is an immortal cultivator, knows what a ghost is, generally speaking, whether it is an immortal cultivator or a mortal, after death, the soul will disappear and collapse, turn into intangible, and fall back into the reincarnation of the world, but if the deceased has a huge grudge before his death and is buried in a place where the yin qi is dense, the soul will exist in a special way, this is a ghost.

Among the evil demons, there are immortal cultivators who specialize in the study of ghost things, these immortal cultivators are called ghost cultivators, ghost cultivators generally collect a large number of souls and refine them into ghost things, for them to drive, it is said that some powerful ghost things, the strength is not even below the same level of immortal cultivators, and has some incredible magical powers, whether it is true or false Wang Changsheng is unknown.

But then again, once the soul is sacrificed by special means, the possibility of reincarnation will be completely lost, and immortal cultivators who cultivate the ghost path generally have no good end.

Thinking like this in his heart, Wang Changsheng glanced at the messy ancestral hall and said to the old man: "Uncle, what can you say now!"

When the old man heard this, he sighed and told the whole story of the matter, Wang Changsheng listened to the old man's words, and frowned slightly.

It turned out that a young widow in the village and a passing businessman**, the old man led the villagers to arrest it, and planned to throw it into the river to dip the pig cage the next day, who would have thought that this widow took advantage of the unpreparedness of the villagers guarding it, and fled in the middle of the night, on the way to chase, the widow accidentally fell and died on a boulder, for this shameless woman, the villagers naturally will not bury it in the village cemetery, but just throw its body in a bamboo forest, let the beast bite.

I thought that this matter would pass like this, who would have thought that this widow turned into a female ghost to take revenge on the villagers, and in just half a month, seven villagers died at her poisonous hands, which made people panic, some timid villagers simply fled the village, and only some villagers who were reluctant to leave their homeland were willing to stay in the village.

There is nothing during the day, but at night, this female ghost will come out to do evil, which makes people panic, and the villagers don't even dare to sleep, which seriously affects the cultivation during the day, and if it goes on like this, the villagers will not be killed by the female ghost, and they will starve to death.

Therefore, the old man hoped that Wang Changsheng could help them get rid of this female ghost, so that they could live a peaceful life again.

"Uncle, how do you know that I am an immortal, have you seen other immortals?" After listening to the old man's story, Wang Changsheng did not immediately agree to the old man, but asked.

This village is too remote, and the aura of heaven and earth is relatively thin, if it weren't for the rain and getting lost, Wang Changsheng wouldn't have discovered this place, let alone other immortal cultivators!

When the old man heard this, his face was a little hesitant, as if there was something unspeakable, he pondered for a moment, and finally said: "Don't hide it from the immortals, according to my grandfather, the ancestor of our Chenjia Village is also an immortal who flies to the sky, but I don't know why he settled here, and my grandfather also gave me some immortal skills, I originally thought that the immortals were all made up by my grandfather, but I didn't expect it to be true," In the end, the old man's expression was a little excited.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng suddenly realized that some immortal cultivators who have no hope of breaking through will indeed choose a place to establish a family in order to pass on what they have learned, but according to the old man, Wang Changsheng guessed that their ancestor was probably a casual cultivator who was indifferent to fame and fortune, otherwise, with his identity as an immortal cultivator, he could be the guest of honor of the worldly magnates, and the glory and wealth would be inexhaustible, and there was no need to go to this place where birds don't to establish Chenjia Village.

If he wants to change his usual times, Wang Changsheng doesn't mind helping the villagers get rid of this female ghost, but now he is in a hurry to attend the Ningzhou small meeting, and he has no time to do it, but in the face of the expectant eyes of the villagers, he is not easy to refuse.

"Chicken soup, here, immortals, chicken soup is here," At this moment, a boy's childish voice came from outside the ancestral hall.

Wang Changsheng looked up at the door of the ancestral hall and saw a boy named Qiusheng walking slowly towards him, holding a rectangular tray with three large bowls on it, exuding an attractive aroma.

"Immortal, give, chicken soup," a villager took the tray from the boy's hand, respectfully placed the tray in front of Wang Changsheng, and motioned for him to taste it.

Wang Changsheng was also not polite, with a few sounds of "goo", "goo", "goo", a bowl of chicken soup was in his stomach, and a warmth immediately spread throughout his body.

When Wang Changsheng was about to pick up the second bowl, he found that the boy was staring at the chicken soup in his hand and swallowed his saliva.

"Do you want to drink it?" Seeing this, Wang Changsheng smiled slightly and handed the boy a bowl of steaming chicken soup.