105 “Blessing from Heavenly Official” Chapter 104

☆, Chapter 104 The Vernacular Immortal Wedding Banquet and Weeping in Funeral 2

It was also many years ago that Xie Lian met a vernacular immortal.

That time, he had just built a small hut by himself.While he was standing below admiring the new house, suddenly, a small voice from the corner said: “Your house will collapse in two months.”

Shi Qingxuan said: “What should you do?”

Xie Lian said: “Nothing can be done. I said: ‘Two months later? It is still strange that it can still stand within seven days.'”

“…”

Huacheng smiled slightly, and then the smile faded.

The vernacular immortal was hiding in the dark, waiting to absorb Xie Lian’s fear, irritability, and uneasiness.However, it breathed in the air for a long time, and when Xie Lian washed up and slept in the new house, it didn’t suck in anything.

Although Xie Lian didn’t see its true form, he could feel that it was probably very angry.

A few days later, a thunderbolt struck at night and the whole house was scorched.

The vernacular immortal was quite happy. He probably felt that it was almost burnt or collapsed. Its curse had come true. Now Xie Lian should be afraid.But no.It still hasn’t sucked anything to satisfy its hunger.Of course it was not willing to give in, so it followed Xie Lian and waited for the next happy event to come.

Who knows, this wait will last more than half a year.In the past half year, Xie Lian has not had a single happy event!

If it were an ordinary person, they would give up.But the Baihua Immortal also has another characteristic, that is, he loves to fight to death. If he sets his sights on someone, he will follow him to death, so he followed him and starved for more than half a year.Finally, the opportunity came.

One day, Xie Lian made a lot of money from collecting junk and made a small fortune.The vernacular immortal was so happy that after holding it in for so long, he immediately used all his strength to burst out a long list of thanks for his pity. After getting rich, he lived a wonderful life of eating, drinking, prostitution, gambling, getting sick, and being in debt. He cursed endlessly.Xie Lian counted the money and listened with great interest.After listening to it, he still took a shower and fell asleep, and the vernacular immortal still didn’t absorb anything.

That night, Xie Lian’s rag pile caught fire.

After the fire was extinguished, Xie Lian, whose face was covered with gray and gray, sighed to the vernacular immortal: “It’s a pity. It’s all burned down, and not a penny is lost. I haven’t experienced any of the drunken dreams and riches you talked about last night. I think what you said is quite interesting, otherwise, you can say it again.”

After doing this for three or four times, Xie Lian would even take the initiative to ask it, is there anything you want to say?Do you want to say a few words?The vernacular fairy finally couldn’t bear it anymore and ran away.

To the vernacular immortal, Xie Lian, a plague god, is really unfriendly.Either he has no happy events and has to wait for several years; or he is accustomed to all bad luck and has no fear or anxiety; and the difference in his luck is beyond the imagination of the vernacular immortals, so their curses are not painful to Xie Lian, they are simply blessings or daydreams.

In short, from then on, Xie Lian was insulated from the vernacular immortal.He even had some doubts as to whether the vernacular immortal had gone to his own tribe to spread the word about how bad he was after escaping.

Hearing this, Shi Qingxuan didn’t hold back and let out a puff.Huacheng said softly: “Is it funny?”

Shi Qingxuan also knew that something was wrong, so he immediately straightened up and said solemnly: “I’m sorry, Your Highness.” Xie Lian smiled and said: “Nothing. Anyway, I think it’s quite interesting.”

He concluded: “The vernacular immortal absorbs mana from people’s hearts of fear, and then uses this mana to make predictions come true, and then makes new predictions. This cycle repeats until a person is completely defeated and despairs. Therefore, the less determined the person is, the more he will suffer; and the more he has, the more he is afraid of losing.”

After a pause, he reminded again: “Is there a follower of the Wind Master who has received such a prayer and asked you for help? You are the God of Wind, and this thing is not under your jurisdiction. If you receive it, you can hand it over to the God of Martial Arts.”

Shi Qingxuan said: “It wasn’t the believers who encountered it, it was me who encountered it.”

At this time, Xie Lian was even more surprised: “Did you meet it yourself? Vernacular immortals generally don’t dare to offend the priests. Even if they do, with the dignity of the priests, there is no need to be afraid of them.”

Shi Qingxuan sighed: “If I encountered it after my ascension, there would be nothing to worry about, but…it’s a long story.”

It is said that hundreds of years ago, when the second Feng Shui master was a man, he was born into a wealthy merchant family.

Shi Qingxuan was the second son. When he was born, the whole family rejoiced and gave the son the nickname “Xuan”. He spread rice porridge and did good deeds to accumulate virtue.At that time, a fortune teller drank porridge, saw the infant baby, asked the birth date, and said this:

“After eating your porridge, let me say something. Although this son of yours has a good destiny, it is difficult to say anything about it. If you want to save him, you must keep a low profile as much as possible. Don’t let him develop a flamboyant temper since he was a child. Don’t allow him to be in the limelight. Remember to keep silent and make a fortune. Only in this way can you live a safe life. Do not organize happy events for him, as it will attract bad things.”

These words are so unpleasant, almost like a vernacular fairy.The Shi family was a merchant family, so they paid special attention to these things. They turned down their faces and kicked the people away on the spot. Naturally, they did not take his words at heart. A few days later, a banquet was held for Shi Qingxuan, with lights and colors and gongs and drums playing.

However, at the banquet, when everyone was drinking happily and singing congratulations to the infant second son of the Shi family, a voice suddenly came from the ground and sang: “It doesn’t start well, it doesn’t end well!”

This voice really came from underground, covering up the voices of all other people present, and everyone was stunned.

The banquet broke up in panic. That night, Shi Qingxuan, who was still a baby, became feverish and cried non-stop. He couldn’t stop crying and vomited bitterness. The whole family was in despair.The teacher remembered the fortune teller who was driven away for saying strange things not long ago, so he searched everywhere and invited him back.The fortune teller said: “I told you not to show off, but you won’t listen. Now this child has bumped into a real immortal, and he will have endless troubles in his life. This high fever is nothing, and it will subside soon. But this is just a meeting gift for him!”

The thing he bumped into was naturally the Baihua Immortal.However, this is not an ordinary vernacular immortal that can be driven away casually, but the oldest and highest-level vernacular immortal.How high?Even if there is no wedding banquet, one can also cry and mourn.Therefore, he is called the “Vernacular Immortal”.

This “real fairy” can be said to have stayed open for three years and stayed open for three years.He has a vicious eye, and the people he entangles are all important figures who have had great ups and downs and have legends in their lives.Some people defeated it, but also fought with it all their lives and provided it with a lot of food; some people lost to it and completely became part of the source of its magic power.It has been accumulated for thousands of years and has a deep foundation.Now, it has been resting for more than a hundred years. Counting the days, it is time to go out and walk around. This time it will definitely eat a big bite.Shi Qingxuan, who happened to be born at this time, had an appetite for it, so he was “fixed” by this true immortal.Although the current little baby cannot understand it even if it hears its prophecy, the baby will eventually grow up, and one day he will be able to understand, and one day he will know how to be afraid.Moreover, the fear buried in childhood will be deeply rooted in the heart and will never go away.

Fortunately, this kind of spirit is often stubborn and thinks in a strange way, which is different from ordinary people. So, the fortune teller thought of a way to deceive it: first let the master’s family send Shi Qingxuan away, pretending to give it away, and then change the son’s appearance and send him back as a baby girl, saying that he was an adopted daughter brought back from outside. Let the whole family call the young master Miss, and raise him disguised as a girl.As long as the vernacular immortal can’t find the baby boy he originally chose, over time, he might not remember who he chose.

In this way, Shi Qingxuan grew up to ten years old without incident.

In the past ten years, the original wealthy family gradually declined.The parents of the second master passed away, and there was intrigue in the family to fight for property.Shi Wudu couldn’t bear the trouble, so when he was sixteen years old, he took Shi Qingxuan, who was several years younger than him, and left home.

The two brothers depended on each other for life, and Shi Wudu went up to the mountain first to become a disciple and practice, and then fostered his younger brother in a small town at the foot of the mountain.He practices martial arts until very late every day, and does not go down the mountain until late in the evening.There is no food on the mountain, so we can only go home to eat at night.One night, Shi Wudu was so fascinated by the discussion with others that he forgot the time.Shi Qingxuan waited for a long time before his brother came back. Worried that he would be hungry, he decided to send food up the mountain.

At that time, Shi Qingxuan was still a child and could not walk on mountain roads. It was pitch dark at night, so he walked for a long time carrying a lunch box and was anxious to wait.In a hurry, he took off his skirt on the mountain road.At this time, a dark figure walked from a distance in front of the mountain road and asked, “Is that Xuan’er in front of you?”

When Shi Qingxuan heard someone calling him by his nickname, he thought it was the person his brother called to pick him up. He quickly put down his skirt again and said, “It’s me!”

The strange voice asked again: “What is your birth date? Is it a certain year, a certain day, a certain month, a certain time?”

Shi Qingxuan was even more surprised.Why did Yiqi suddenly ask about his birth date? Erqi actually said it accurately and answered: “That’s right! How do you know? Who are you? Do you know my brother?”

The voice didn’t answer and finally said: “Come here and let me see your face clearly.”

This is the tone of command.At this point, Shi Qingxuan finally felt something was wrong.

He hugged the food box and ran away.As I ran, I could hear the roaring wind and laughter above me. It was actually that thing chasing closely behind me, shouting: “You’re about to fall!”

Shi Qingxuan was so frightened that when he said the word “fall”, he fell down, broke the rice box, and scattered the rice on the floor.Just when that thing was about to pounce, Shi Wudu arrived.

As soon as the person came, the vernacular immortal disappeared.Shi Wudu picked up his younger brother whose face was covered with blood and food. Both brothers were shocked.

Still discovered it!

After being hidden for so many years, Baihua Zhenxian tasted the first sweetness, and from then on he began to appear and appear regularly, becoming more and more elusive each time.This thing’s Taoism is too powerful, and the master’s family has collapsed. There is no way for the Taoist masters that Shi Du can invite, and there is no way to smash millions of merits and directly convey his voice to heaven.Although it never killed Shi Qingxuan, both brothers knew that this thing was just waiting to be fattened before killing.For now, I only give you a few small slaps to remind you to be afraid of it, because one day a big one will come.It’s like a hunter who doesn’t give his prey a quick hit with an arrow, but instead shoots a few arrows at his body to teach the prey to fear to the extreme, and it feeds on it.

It’s like a whirlwind.

Fortunately, a turning point finally came.After practicing hard for several years, Shi Wudu ascended.

As soon as he ascended, he immediately lifted Shi Qingxuan to the Central Heavenly Court and smashed the treasures of heaven and earth. Within a few years, Shi Qingxuan also ascended smoothly.That vernacular true fairy has disappeared since then.

Shi Qingxuan took it for granted that it finally gave up and retreated.However, this seems to be just the beauty of his imagination.

A few days ago, he went out with a group of friends to drink. When he was drunk, he suddenly heard a voice in his ear saying viciously: “You will never see your brother again!”

That voice was extremely familiar. From the age of ten to the days when he ascended, he could hear this voice once or twice almost every year. The fear of it had already been engraved in his bones, and it was like a thunder in his ears.Shi Qingxuan woke up instantly and was so frightened that he ran to Pei Ming’s territory overnight and saw with his own eyes that Shi Wudu was having a party with Lingwen and the others, and then he calmed down.

Afterwards, he wondered if the voice was his auditory hallucination.After all, this thing has cast a deep shadow on me since I was a child, and it has happened before.But after thinking about it, I was still a little worried, so I pulled Mingyi away and came to Xie Lian to ask. Unexpectedly, I bumped into Huacheng at Bodhisattva Temple. They were really enemies on a narrow road.

After listening, he thanked Lian and said: “So, what you encountered, Mr. Feng Master, is not at the same level as what I encountered.” After thinking for a moment, he asked Huacheng, “Sanlang, have you seen the vernacular true immortal with your own eyes?”

Huacheng played with a chopstick in his hand and said: “Huh? I have never seen it with my own eyes. However, someone I know has seen it.”

Who is this “person I know”? Although Xie Lian was curious, he didn’t ask any more questions. He just said: “How high is it? Is it really powerful?”

Huacheng threw away his chopsticks and said slowly: “It’s very high.”

Hearing this, Shi Qingxuan and Mingyi’s expressions became more solemn.Huacheng added: “It is different from ordinary minions. It is indeed difficult to deal with.”

Although he said “difficult to deal with”, he still looked as normal, as if he was just being polite.However, it is not easy to get Huacheng’s such evaluation.Thanks for the pity: “Master Feng Master, it seems that the problem is not small. Why don’t you tell Mr. Navy Master about this?”

Shi Qingxuan waved his hands and said: “No, no. You know, my brother is going through another tribulation now. What if he is distracted at this juncture when he fights against the vernacular immortal? I have to keep this matter secret and not let others know. I have not told any of the priests who are friends with my brother.”

A priest does not only survive one calamity in his life.The more catastrophes you survive, the higher your realm, the more stable your status, and the stronger your magic power.Shi Wudu is a priest who has been blessed with two heavenly tribulations. Xie Lian had vaguely heard about it during the chat in the psychic formation earlier, and he is now waiting for the third one.Being distracted is really detrimental.If you fail to overcome the tribulation, you will lose your realm no matter what.

The author has something to say: When you see different opinions on the content of the article in the comment area (for example, it does not look good, is not in your taste, is problematic), the best response is to [do not reply].

It is of course possible to have different opinions and discuss them, and peaceful exchanges and discussions are welcome.But everyone has different levels of sensitivity, and it is often difficult to control the level during discussions.For example, what is a good tone and what is a bad tone, what is reasonable and what is unreasonable, these are actually very confusing, there is no exact standard at all, and there will be a quarrel if one sentence is wrong.At the end of the argument, no one paid close attention to what was being discussed at the beginning. It was just that you thought I was angry because I was angry, and I thought you were arrogant. It was endless and unnecessary.

So the best response is [don’t reply].

Don’t even quarrel.No matter whether it becomes a topic or just leaves a comment to quarrel with each other, it is both a bad idea and a bad idea.It’s just expanding the war.

If it is RS and rumors, you can report it directly.But if you see different voices and you really disagree with them, [you can post your own loving comments, or interact with other readers who share the same opinions].

Quarrel can never solve any problem, it will only push both parties to a more extreme situation.You can think about it, every time you quarrel with others, no matter whether you win or not, or whether you are convinced by the other party, not only are you not convinced, but you become more extreme and extreme.

In fact, as of now, the comments really have no impact on my writing.Because I have vaccinated myself long ago, my expectations every time I write an article are very low, whether it is the reaction to myself or the readers.And it’s not like I read comments every day.The only feeling is that it is too difficult to do.They are all readers who bought V. If there is a conflict, I really don’t know what to do.I just want to think about how to write the article, not how to deal with this kind of problem.Because it feels like no matter how I handle it, nothing is right.