Fortune Teller Master

Remember for a second

Killed a group of gangsters, and it suffered a serious backlash at that time. Over the past two hundred years, its cultivation has not only failed to improve, but has been retreating. Later, when it is by your side, it commits the killing precept again. At that time, its cultivation base can no longer withstand the scourge.

Lin Qingyin's words smashed into Grandpa Zhou's heart like a small hammer. He remembered that the first time the white snake appeared weak was after hanging six devils, and after the war ended, its ability to even prey are gone.

The white snake has lived for an unknown number of years, and it has been practicing hard, perhaps hoping that one day it will fade away from the snake body and become chéng rén, and perhaps it may even become a fairy. But when it saw that the person it guarded was about to have a life-threatening worry, it resolutely gave up everything.

It has survived the calamity of Tianlei, but it has not survived the emotional barrier.

Grandpa Zhou burst into tears, Lin Qingyin lowered his head and gently stroked the turtle shell: This is its choice, it hopes to protect you.

It's all my fault! Grandpa Zhou pounded his chest while crying: If I hadn't been curious to worship the white snake, it would still be cultivating in the mountains at this time! I forced it to call it back. In the secular world, it delays its cultivation and also kills its life.

Although Zhou Wenshan and Zhou Zihao were also sad for the white snake, at this time they were more worried about the old man's body, and hurried up to hold his hand.

But it didn't go away. Lin Qingyin looked up at the old house, with a warm smile on her face: It still protects you.

Yes, yes, yes! Zhou Zihao said quickly: Last night, the little master set up a formation, and we saw the white snake come in through the gate with our own eyes, and it even went around the house... He scratched his head. , said a little embarrassedly: It just seems very angry that it didn't see us.

Grandpa Zhou quickly wiped his tears. He wanted to ask about the white snake and was afraid that Lin Qingyin would blame him for his bad attitude at first, so he quickly explained: Actually, I have been secretly worshipping the white snake all these years. When I was in Zihao's house, Zihao's parents are busy, so I don't even notice it when I worship them in my room. It will be more convenient to worship when I return to the village. Except for the sacrifices at home on the 15th day of the first day, I usually go to that cave. Burning incense for the white snake. It's just that since I built this villa, my sons and daughters and grandchildren don't worry about us living alone. We have to take turns to come back to accompany us, which makes me constrained.

Zhou Wensheng remembered that the old man often asked himself to make roast chicken, roast rabbit, braised duck, and every time he made it, he had to bring it to his room.

Zihao called you a master just now. I thought they found out that I was offering sacrifices to the white snake, so they reacted a little bit more. I don't want anyone to disturb it, it's disrespectful to it.

The old man sighed softly: Actually, I said a few things about the white snake when they were young, but they all listened to it as a story, and when they were older, they sneered and said they didn't like to hear this kind of story. Since that's the case, I don't want to hear it. I said, I don’t want to explain too much to them, as long as I remember the white snake myself, I don’t force others. I also said during the Mid-Autumn Festival that when I die, I will scatter my ashes under the cliff, Maybe I will be able to see the white snake at that time, my descendants are also very filial, and there must be a lot of paper money sacrifices burned, enough for me and the white snake to eat.

The old man became unhappy before he finished speaking, so he reached out and pinched him: Will you not give me something to eat?

Grandpa Zhou quickly took her hand and comforted: I naturally want you to be with me, but I'm afraid you won't be happy. After all, there will be no cemetery after the ashes are scattered, and I don't know if I can find a shelter for you. .

There's nothing to be unhappy about. Zhou nǎinǎi lowered his head and peeled a melon seed and stuffed it into Grandpa Zhou's mouth: If I wasn't happy, would I be able to let you take out so many chickens from the house when it was so difficult? I can't bear it myself. eat.

Hearing that the old couple's topic was diverted to the funeral, Zhou Wensheng quickly pulled the topic back: Little Master, did we see the soul of the white snake last night?

Lin Qingyin looked at the old house: It's there, do you want to see it?

Mr. Zhou stood up abruptly, flipped the chair belt over with a big movement, and fell to the ground with a clatter, his hands trembling with excitement: Can you really see it?

Lin Qingyin raised her chin towards Zhou Zihao: Help your grandfather, let's go see the white snake.

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When I was building the villa, I originally wanted to build a yard alone, but the old man was unwilling and had to let the yard be enclosed.

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