Tai sui

After the spiritual pulse was restored, the wind of turmoil in Xuanyin Mountain finally blew into the mortal world, and there were all kinds of things to say for a while: those who focused on the overall situation, some said it was Zhou's conspiracy, some said it was Li's revenge, and some people thought about it. There are quite a lot, maybe there is a new full moon god vacated, and the cicada slough saints are fighting each other?What more people are concerned about is that this time a large pillar of the main hall of Xuanyin Mountain fell down, who can fill it in, whether Xianshan will support new clans, half of the Tianji Pavilion collapsed, what to do with the missing people, The general election year is almost a few years away, will it expand enrollment?

Every time a position is vacated, there are thousands of butts ready to move, waiting to be posted up. For a while, those with a little money and a little bit of power became active, thinking that the spring breeze of Vientiane renewal had blown to their homes, praising This booming world.

But that's all other people's fun.

The flowers outside are blooming brocade, boiling against the sky, which has nothing to do with the Yongning Hou Mansion at this time.

When Zhou Ying woke up, he first smelled a faint scent of chamomile. When he turned his head, he saw a pot of chamomile water warming on the small stove next to his pillow.

The old man was afraid of going to sleep at night, so he stopped drinking tea after noon. He only soaked water with dried chamomile and added a little rock sugar to taste.

People you haven't seen for a long time are unfamiliar, and sounds you haven't heard for a long time are confusing to your ears. Only the smell seems to be able to take root in people's hearts and accompany them for life.As soon as she smelled that smell, Zhou Ying knew with her eyes closed that she had arrived at the Hou Mansion.

He braced himself and poured a bowl of chamomile water, which he couldn't taste.

Banxian's top-level inspiration is attached to the sense of taste. As soon as you eat the food, you can know who has handled the dish from the end to the end... How can you not taste the taste of a glass of sweet water?So he took another sip, discerning carefully, the numb sense of taste and inspiration slowly came to life, the smell of flowers, sweetness, utensils, human beings in the water gradually emerged, except for the scent of cloves in her hand.

Zhou Ying fastened the crystal clear jade cup and said in a low voice, "Bering."

There was no movement in the room——Bering had just been entrusted by Lord Hou to commit the crime and knocked him out, so he dared not show his face now.

"I know you're here," Zhou Ying said, "Go out."

There was still no movement in the room, only "Resurrection Tune" floated in from the coffin not far away, and for a moment, a special whistle was mixed into the revival tune, which was long and sparse, and when Zhou Ying heard it, she immediately Know that Bering is gone.

"Shi Yong."

The whistle stopped.

Xi Ping said, "Bering is gone? I'll say a few words to you, and I'll go too. I know you want to stay by yourself."

"Well," Zhou Ying always seemed to be late in responding for a while today, asking nonstop, "Catch up? What did she say?"

Xi Ping remained silent.

Zhou Ying's pupils shrank slightly, and hurriedly took out a small piece of reincarnated wood hanging around his neck: "...Don't you have any?"

"Catch up," Xi Ping said, "I'll tell you something else first, and I'll tell you later."

Zhou Ying was taken aback for a moment, as if he was rushing too fast, his spirit had not yet arrived on the road, his heart was empty and not very clear.

"If there is any extra reincarnation wood, you can save one piece for Xi Yue for me. In this way, next time the news gets blocked, someone from Jinping will help you watch it." Xi Ping said, "As for it falling into the hands of my parents That piece of reincarnated wood, you can tell him that it is something close to me, they will keep it well, and I can see it if there is something at home. Others... the future of the other is uncertain, and there are restrictions on the magic seal, it is difficult for you to reveal the ins and outs, Or just don't say it at all."

Zhou Ying understood what he meant: "I will tell Bering to do it."

"Well, Master Lin said that he can give you a few spiritual masks. After wearing them, you can hide your spiritual appearance. It's not a big problem after ascending to the spirit. It's hard to say if the cicada sloughs off. He can't guarantee it," Xi Ping said. The realm that I can’t understand, except for Lord Huixiang... I’m going to Sanyue to search for her relics, not just to use the furnace to repair the courtyard.”

What's so great about immortals?

Ordinary people look up at fairy mountains and always feel that they are aloof and omnipotent, and they will overstep if they look at them more—but don’t immortals also die of fear?Isn't there also love, hatred, greed and hatred?Looking outside Sichuan and breaking the law, can't the rules of heaven be torn apart?

He did not believe that the mountain would not collapse.

"If you want to turn into a furnace, ask Lin Chi and Wen Fei to pass the 'Ming Road', and contact Bering after reporting to the main peak. Don't sneak around." Zhou Ying drank half a pot of chamomile drink, and his floating eyes sank, " Don't Lin Chi think that refining artifacts is a matter of little effort. Rare materials are almost always used to upgrade the immortal artifacts to the spirit level. He made a move, and the account of Plating Moon Peak is not so easy. After the Zhao family, I am afraid that Xianshan will Monitor Wentian. Don’t get carried away because you think it’s a secret, the magic seal was sealed by those two old men from Xuanyin Mountain.”

Xi Ping knew that he had "woke up".

After Zhou Ying finished speaking, she was silent for a while, as if she was trying to find some courage. Xi Ping didn't say anything, but waited patiently.

Anyway, they are not in a hurry.

I don't know how long it took before Zhou Ying asked softly: "Old lady...what did you say to you?"

He heard that when a person dies, he can think of the people and things in his life. He wondered if she would think of him for a moment, and he never dared to think carefully about whether he would grow old, whether the old lady would guess something, would don't hold a grudge against him.

He is like a child who hasn't made a list yet, but already knows that he failed the exam.

Xi Ping whispered a few words in his ear, and then said: "Third brother, then I'll go and see my father."

Holding the empty glass, Zhou Ying sat alone in the shadow of the bed curtain in the guest room, waved at him as if it was rusted, and then took off the reincarnated wood and sealed it in mustard seeds, isolating Xi Ping's consciousness.

The sapphire cup was broken.

Hou Ye, who was watching the night in the mourning hall, repeatedly rubbed the reincarnation wood in his hand, which was only a little bigger than a chess piece.

It was held in the palm of the old lady's hand when she was dying, and she couldn't get it out for a long time.According to Xi Yue, his family's little treasure had a lot to do with this kind of wood in the past, and used this thing to make a contact fairy, and it was sent by His Highness's magic circle together with a piece of cracked glass...it seems to be an old thing.

What will be in here?

Hou Ye thought for a while, then wiped some blood from his fingertips on it, and waited quietly.

Where he couldn't see, Xi Ping's spiritual consciousness kept wandering beside him. Seeing this, he softly called out: "Father."

The paper money burning in the brazier made a "cracking" sound, and there were people coming and going outside the coffin shed, so Master Hou didn't hear anything.

Dawan is Dawan, there is no place for him except for a dying man who is about to die in the altar for a while. No wonder the old lady regards him as someone from the other side of the underworld. , probably somewhat different from the spirituality of ordinary people.

"The third brother said that you colluded with the people of Beili back then and planned to flee to Beijue Mountain to herd sheep. Disrespectful, real people should not be judged by their appearance, dear father, my jaw dropped when I heard that." Xi Ping said to himself, "tsk Why didn't I go there? A big bowl of milk wine and a big piece of mutton is enough. It makes me happy to think about it. A rare flower like mine grows on Beijue Mountain. I have to go to the hundred-year-old Snow Lotus Ganoderma lucidum. In comparison, the waist is hard three points."

Naturally, no one made any noise inside or outside the mourning hall, and Master Hou did not say a word, so this situation gave Xi Ping the illusion that Master Hou was really listening to him quietly.

So he talked a lot in one go, mostly gossip and nonsense that didn't make sense at the beginning and the end. Once Xi Ping entered the house, he usually took off his brain and hung it up with his coat. .

A whole pot of paper money was burned out, and revival tunes were sung outside.

"The inner and outer coffins are erected, the two sheds are sutras, the coffin is suspended for seven days, and the road leads to the sky to see you back—"

Xi Ping stopped talking, and suddenly remembered that Jiang Li's group of ignorant little evil spirits were causing trouble in Qinglong Pagoda, and this was the tune that made the corpses sing.

At that time, he felt that the corpse howling in the middle of the night was not a thing of the world, and now he himself is not a thing of the world, and when he listened to it again, he was actually a little kind.

"If Chen Baishao's stupid girl who can't see Mount Tai is still here, she would have to kneel and burn incense for me now. I am the real 'Tai Sui', much better than the purebred she worshipped." Xi Ping told Hou The master said, "If she is alive in the sky, she should be happy right now... It would be nice if she could take care of our old lady for the sake of my revenge for her. Grandma probably likes to hear her sing."

Master Hou was a little lost in thought, listening to the revival tune, and caressing the piece of reincarnated wood that he didn't know what it was used for, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Father, I'm going on a long trip again." Xi Ping suddenly turned serious and said to Lord Hou, "Can you and mother wait for me for a few more years?"

Just at this time, a young man came in and asked Lord Hou for instructions.Master Hou came back to his senses and nodded to the boy.

"Okay, I agree. A man's words are hard to follow, and his words are not regarded as puppies." Xi Ping said, "I don't have my knees and head by my side now, so it's inconvenient to kowtow. I owe you first, and one day..."

Before, he imagined that his third brother would send home the reincarnated wood that stored his spiritual consciousness, and make some small ornaments, and put one in the bedrooms of his parents and grandmother.In this way, he can act as a mascot for them like a causal beast, guard the house to ward off evil spirits, and come and take a walk around if he has nothing to do.Every day before going to bed, when they got rid of the idlers, he would come to say hello, coquettishly, and say hello.

I don't want to now.

Why?

Why should he, who was born an upright person, want to be a ghost who can't see the light or see people?

He threw the body, hair and skin of Shouzhi's parents on the bottom of the sea, how can he explain it?

The yamen ruled that Ah Xiang's grandfather was a troublemaker, the immortal clan ruled that the Chen family's Qingkuangtian should be changed to Zhao, and the robbery bell at Xuanyin Mountain was high above, stipulating who is the god and who is the devil.

Isn't it ridiculous?

The yamen servants and the dog legs of the Canal Office of the Water Transportation Department have been cleaned up by the late emperor. Now, the Zhao family tree is down and the monkeys are scattered, waiting to be eaten by the vultures who are coveted. It is the turn of the bell.

Xi Ping took a deep look at Mrs. Xi's spirit tablet that was parked aside, engraved her image in his heart, and then withdrew his consciousness cruelly.

Parents and grandmothers, forgive me for not caring about acting like a baby.

On his chest was a solid porcelain block like the Four Great Spirit Mountains, and an Eternal Knife that buzzed endlessly when he couldn't drink blood.

He had to go and throw a splash first.

Sneaky, what self-defeating mascot?

Auspicious fart.

One day, he would walk in through the gate with his whole body intact, kneel down and kowtow to his grandmother's coffin a few times, and then let his father beat him with family law-for his unfilial travel.

Otherwise...that means he won't come back.

The inspiration was slightly touched, familiar and unfamiliar people were grabbing his consciousness hidden in the reincarnation tree, and Xi Yue chased out holding a piece of blood-soaked reincarnation tree.

The half-doll who was left by him halfway back then had red eyes and scolded him incoherently from beginning to end.

"Oh, the little mute has learned to swear." Xi Ping laughed, making Xi Yue kneel on the ground and cover her eyes, not knowing whether to catch blood or tears.

Xi Ping didn't bother him, and withdrew his consciousness.

"Don't linger—"

In a place where no one could hear, he let go of his voice and closed the song "Resurrection", not saying goodbye to his grandmother, but seeing himself off, full of energy, and looking beaming: "My life's sorrows and joys seem like bubbles, go west, Go west!"

Going west—he went in the direction of Chu State.

At the end of July, when the middle and lower reaches of the Xiajiang River were about to harvest, Wei Chengxiang walked across the field ridges on the edge of Tao County with her silver-colored luggage on her back.

Logically, both sides of the river should be fertile soil. However, there are too many monks coming and going in Xiajiang every year. Even if most people bring their own spirit stones, it is inevitable that some evil spirits will "steal the sky". Over time, the land will become thinner every year. , can only grow some half-dead seedlings sparsely.

This year, even the sparse seedlings are gone, and the silver moon shines, and the vitality of Tao County is almost cut off.

Wei Chengxiang cast his gaze and saw devastation everywhere. Not far away, a family was carefully digging through the fields, hoping to get some food back. This year, even the Yehu Township Daji didn’t make any money. I’m afraid they will have to rely on begging for the winter. ... I don't know how many people can't survive the winter.

While turning over, they muttered prayers to the local forbidden evil gods.

"Tai Sui bless..."

"Tai Sui..."

The half-immortal's inspiration was attached to his ears, and he could hear whispers a hundred meters away. Wei Cheng said in his heart, "He doesn't like people calling him that, he will be angry."

At this moment, someone knocked on her altar, and she heard the senior say in her ear: "What are you busy with?"

"The land in Quantao County." Wei Chengxiang replied calmly, "I want to calculate how many spirit stones are needed to raise these lands. I also want to see how many people have been affected by the disaster...Senior, Dawan's spirit veins have recovered ?"

"Hmm." Xi Ping responded. Once he crossed the river, he was much "freer". Almost all of Muli had stored his spiritual consciousness. Although Xi Ping could not manipulate spiritual energy like Pofali, at least within Tao County, his spiritual consciousness could travel around with people calling Tai Sui.

"Don't measure, you don't have that much money to measure, come with me, let's go to Dongheng Sanyue to get money."

"But how are they doing this year?"

"This year is when the silver moon will win the sky, and Sanyue will allocate funds for disaster relief - just in time, the Zhao family also made them a windfall, and a little fur is enough to cook porridge for the winter. Don't worry, I will take care of it. "

What is taken away is left behind, and when he finds out who steals the sky, he will keep whoever is used as fertilizer.

Wei Chengxiang didn't quite understand why this senior from Dawan wanted to take care of the Chu people: "Senior, they called you Tai Sui..."

Xi Ping said, "Then I am Tai Sui."

Wei Cheng was stunned for a moment, remembering that when he first called him Tai Sui, the man yelled like someone had stepped on his tail: "Senior, why aren't you angry anymore?"

Xi Ping said flatly, "It's just a title."

The fake Tai Sui died under the catastrophe bell, and now he is the real Tai Sui, and he is about to smash the catastrophe bell.