Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Beyond the illusion.

The remains of the Temple of Wine.

Above the sacred kiln, the grand hall-style double eaves hall had collapsed long ago, and there were only a few large pillars straight to the sky, but there were no walls and roof tiles to block them, so the wind came in, the rain came in, and the insects and birds built their nests. Flowers and plants grow.

Time goes by.

The Bacchus kiln became a small valley. The cliffs on the edge of the valley were covered with moss, vines, flowers and plants, and the bottom of the valley was submerged by deep water. What is strange is that there is an "island" in the middle of the water, with a small area. , But square one step, covered with soft Asakusa, dotted with some wild flowers that bloom in the season.

The stone statue of Bacchus lies quietly here, his clothes are covered with moss, his neckline is stained with bird droppings, his toes plunge into the water, his eyes are looking at a small circle of sky above.

A look of slowly dying in time.

Quiet and decadent.

Sudden.

The water is surging.

A hand suddenly emerged from the hand, grabbing Bacchus's ankle, and then exerting force with the palm of his fingers, and a figure turned to the "island" in embarrassment.

The man first leaned over with a heart-piercing vomit, vomiting a large amount of muddy water and **** water, and then turned over and leaned on the stone statue, revealing a young and pale face.

It is Li Changan who has escaped from the illusion.

But at this time, he couldn't find any joy on his face, it didn't look like an escape from the sky.

Because.

He is dying.

Facts once again proved that it is unwise to confront a Taoist priest who has laid down the altar and is fully prepared.

Although he let Yu Mei be smashed by Tianlei, he was also seriously injured.

The injury was uncomplicated, with no external fractures, internal organ damage, excessive bleeding, and wound infection.

Maybe you can drag it to the rescue now, and you can survive with your own cultivation base, but let alone the reality of Xiaoshui City is a ruin, even the nearby places are probably turned into ghosts due to natural and man-made disasters. Where can I find someone to heal?

Besides, after a bitter battle in the illusion, and leaning on one hand and one foot under the water for a long time, he is completely exhausted, and now Li Changan, I am afraid that even the deep well of the Dionysus kiln can't even climb out.

That's it.

Let it go.

I don't know if the Yin Cao Jifu will accept our smuggled soul.

If you accept it, don't rush to reincarnation, rather be a peace dog than a chaotic person.

Not right.

By the way, if I cut down so many monsters, it is considered to be of little merit, and I have also dealt with heaven and earth. Even if I can't be a god, I can be regarded as a ghost?

Judge? Impermanence? Anything is good, as long as I don't go to Yan Dabeard as an errand, I don't want to go to the **** of feces to shovel feces.

When Li Changan was thinking about it, he suddenly felt bright around him.

look up.

Originally, the night wind was driving away the clouds, revealing that the full moon was in the middle of the sky.

Yuehua is like water, poured into Bacchus kiln.

The surrounding flowers and grasses are reflected, and the water is shining brightly.

Li Changan looked at Yuehua, felt his fading, and smiled.

What a wonderful moonlight, it is the place where the bones are buried, when the corpse is disintegrated.

It's a pity that Yuezhan was left in the Yujiadi store in the illusion. With such a beautiful day, you can't sip the moonlight while it's dying.

He shifted his body, changed himself into a comfortable posture, and joked with the stone statue leisurely.

"Bacchus, God of Bacchus, you are really ineffective as a god. It doesn't matter if you can't control demons, can you not even ask for a glass of water and wine for a dying person?"

I didn't think about it.

"The Taoist has never prayed to a certain person. How can I know if this wine **** is effective or not?"

"Eh?"

…………

Li Changan was startled by the sudden conversation.

Follow the prestige.

I didn't see him, but first smelled a special smell.

It is the smell of earthy smell mixed with the smell of old incense candles.

Li Changan once smelled it once in his memory. It was from the body of Pingye City God among the ghosts at the bottom of the lake at the time of Young Master Bailian. But what he smelled at this time was much thinner than that of Pingye Chenghuang.

"Land only?"

It can be seen that this person who appeared suddenly was a middle-aged scribe. His figure looked like illusion, his clothes were scattered, but he was not sloppy. He was mad, just like the image of the **** of wine.

"Bacchus?"

The people around him laughed, and said:

"Districts are not just land, but also the **** of wine."

After all, he brushed the wide long sleeves across the gap between the two, and after the sleeves, a bunch of Asakusa quickly grew and entangled each other, and a few breaths woven into a green wine glass.

He flipped his wrist again, and there was already an extra celadon bottle in his hand.

Click.

A small cracking sound was introduced into the ear.

Li Changan followed the sound.

Some small cracks were found climbing up the sleeves of the Bacchus statue.

The Taoist picked his eyebrows.

"What is this?"

As a Taoist priest, speaking to a deity in this tone is really not respectful.

Fortunately, this person didn't care, only tilted the mouth of the bottle, and slowly poured the amber liquid into the grass cup.

"Who knows? Maybe it's intestinal medicine, maybe it's a life-saving prescription."

The wine glass was almost full, and he smirked at the Taoist priest.

"Why? Taoist priests have just talked a lot, now that the wine is currently in, don't you dare to drink it?"

Li Changan did not answer.

He silently looked at the man in front of him who claimed to be a Bacchus. He had the breath of a god, but his figure was so illusory that he looked like a lonely soul. Watching him fill up the wine glass, watch the cracks gradually crawl over the stone statue, and finally shook his head and laughed. .

He held up the remnant, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one go.

"Good wine!"

...

The wine enters the throat.

The indescribable warmth and scent sank into the chest and abdomen, and the drunkenness also took the opportunity to rush to the head, making people dizzy and hot.

A trance.

The accumulation of water at the bottom of the kiln turned out to be a lot of mist.

It didn't take a moment.

He surrounded Li Changan as if he was in a sea of ​​clouds.

When the Taoist thought moved, he looked up, and the narrow circle of moon sky above his head was no longer visible, replaced by a vast and bright sky.

Yes, it's illusion again, why this time?

The Taoist turned his head to look at the Bacchus beside him, but the Bacchus did not make a sound, only pointing down.

Li Changan leaned down and saw that the clouds were thinning, and what was under his feet was originally a small city surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Can't be more familiar.

Still Xiaoshui City.

It's just that the Xiaoshui at the moment is not as exquisite, so clean, so prosperous, so rich, and there is no wisteria that entangles the city.

But it is the same ease and peace.

But this calm was obviously short-lived and flawed. Li Chang'an's gaze was cast to the edge of the map, where smoke and dust were burning, and an army was coming across the mountains.

"What is this again?"

Bacchus' eyes were filled with nostalgia and compassion.

"The memory of this land."

…………

After the military disaster swept through.

The surviving people walked out of the forest where they were hiding, leaving them with devastation and the corpses of relatives and friends.

The countryside was trampled on, the treasury was emptied, and the workshops and houses were burned. The corpses were so heavy that they filled the ditches and streets.

Just started.

People sorted out fields, repaired houses, buried relatives and friends, and tried to live anew on this dilapidated land.

But the world is in chaos, the world is deteriorating day by day, and life is hard to continue after all.

People had to move with tears, leaving this homeland to thatch, beasts and ghosts.

Gradually.

The fields were invaded by weeds, and the houses were filled with elk, wolves, and birds. Even the Temple of Wine, which was repaired year after year when people were still there, finally collapsed.

Wind and rain are inundated.

Just as Xiaoshui gradually sinks into the weeds, Bacchus gradually sinks into the water.

until……

After an unknown number of sunrises and moonsets, an elderly female crown returned to her homeland.

She had gray hair and a rickety figure, with deep exhaustion and death engraved on her cheeks, but an inexplicable flame was burning in her eyes.

Above the clouds, the Taoist priest frowned.

"Yu Mei?"

"Do not."

Bacchus shook his head.

"It's Yu Mei."

He wrote the word "Yu Mei" in a cloud of air.

"Luzhan sent the previous generation to teach a real person."