The mountain rain fell, splashing on the surface of the Green River. The hazy rain and fog draped a layer of light gauze over the little green river that was as quiet as a virgin.
As the night grew darker, an old, hunched figure wearing a straw cape and a bamboo hat appeared beside the little green river. His eyes wandered around as he looked left and right.
He realized that there was no one around. Then, he slowly walked to the peach tree and cleared his throat, calling out in a low voice,""This old man, Chen Qingshan, begs the gods to meet.”
The skinny old man called out three times in a low voice. A black fog rose in front of him. His body did not move and his mind was in a daze. His Yin soul had already appeared in a spirit realm.
This was a stone hall that didn't take up much space. The hall was spacious and quiet. A black-robed god statue sat high above a table. The face was covered by a gauze curtain, making it impossible to see its face clearly.
"Chen Qingshan, why did you call me?”A hoarse voice that could not be heard clearly sounded in the stone hall.
"God, there is a boy named Yu in the west of the village. He is arrogant. I hope God will punish him.”Chen Qingshan lowered his head and replied humbly.
"I didn't want to trouble you, but this kid is really hateful. "Moreover, he offended the county's registrar. If I don't get rid of him…" Chen Qingshan heard the displeasure in the God's tone and hurriedly explained.
"Alright, alright. Considering that you've devoted yourself to worshipping me for so many years, I'll help you one last time. After this, I'll sleep for twenty years and don't wake me up again.”The God impatiently interrupted Chen Qingshan.
"Thank you, god. I will definitely devote myself to worshipping and collecting incense for you.”When Chen Qingshan heard that the God before him had agreed, he was overjoyed.
Chen Qingshan had known this god when he was young. It was also Chen Qingshan's fate. He went out by chance and picked up a Pisces jade pendant in a river. After praying unintentionally, he found that there was a god residing in it.
Therefore, he sincerely worshiped it, and the gods also gave it all kinds of supernatural things.
The reason why Chen Qingshan was able to earn the family business he had today was because he had received a lot of guidance from this God.
A gust of wind blew, and the God sent Chen Qingshan's spirit out of the Spirit Realm.
His self-deprecating words were filled with unspeakable loneliness and helplessness. It could be said that all kinds of feelings were mixed.
It had been raining for three days. The night rain was bleak in the Ba Mountains and Shu Lands.
In front of the Yu Family's window, there was a tall and slender youth dressed in a plain white robe. His hair was slanted over his shoulders, and a green rope was tied through his black hair casually. He looked dashing and handsome.
Yu Qi looked at his palms, which had recently become calloused due to his diligent sword practice. He felt very full. Then, he raised the wine cup beside him and drank the turbid wine in the cup. Then, he quietly looked at the night sky outside the window and was lost in thought.
Yu Qi changed into plain white clothes to show his thoughts of his deceased parents.
Although Yu Qi did not have the pedantic idea of taking his body and bearing the karma, he still felt a trace of gratitude towards this youth.
This matter had nothing to do with emotions, but a kind of reverence for life.
As the night fell, the rain gradually became heavier. Yu Qi closed the window and planned to go to bed to rest. Suddenly, he felt his heart skip a beat, as if he was being stared at by a venomous snake.
Following that, a cold intent rushed straight to his neck. Yu Qi was shocked, he suddenly sensed something and looked in the direction of the door.
At the door, a black shadow wriggled in the air. A ghost-faced figure opened its mouth and stuck out its long tongue, dripping green mucus.
Phantom was also very curious. However, he did not take it to heart. With a leap, he rushed towards Yu Qi at lightning speed.
Yu Qi was so scared that his face turned pale. He fell backward. Suddenly, he felt a heat in his chest, and a purple-blue light lit up in front of his chest.
Following that, he heard a miserable cry. The ghost-faced figure that pounced over seemed to have been splashed with sulfuric acid in the purple-blue light. Wisps of white smoke rose up and gradually disappeared like the melting snow in spring.
The purple-blue light was even more dazzling, making people dizzy.
The diamond-shaped crystal seemed to have been stimulated by the white fog and began to spin wildly. Then, the twelve crystal walls unfolded like lotus petals in turn, finally turning into a circular object.
When the purple-blue light faded, Yu Qi was shocked to find that it was actually a mirror. The surface of the mirror was as blue as the stars, and the edge of the mirror was as purple as a rainbow. The two colors reflected each other and stirred his mind.
Time and space intertwined, and it was a blur.
ferry
Beside her, a beautiful young woman in a bramble dress tightly grabbed the girl's sleeve. Her eyes were hazy with tears as she looked at the young man not far away.
The boatman propped up the thin bamboo pole, causing ripples to appear. The small black boat silently drifted into the fog in the distance.
" Husband…" A deep and affectionate voice called out, like a cuckoo crying blood, sorrowful and sad.
……
The grass was luxuriant, and white snow covered the grave. The middle-aged Taoist stood there silently with his sleeves fluttering in the wind.
Snowflakes fell from the sky. Heaven and earth were vast, covered in silver.
The middle-aged Daoist stepped on the snow and walked past a plum tree. He stopped and looked up at the sky.
It was the twelfth lunar month, and the plum blossoms were blooming beautifully. The middle-aged Daoist raised his finger and released a sword aura. He picked up a plum blossom and lowered his head to sniff it.
A rich fragrance wafted into the air, and the middle-aged Daoist wore a nostalgic expression. At some point, the corners of his eyes were sparkling.
Flowers bloom and wither, what will longevity do to me?
With a long sigh, the plum blossom fell to the ground. After being stepped on, it fell into the mud.
barren hills
The middle-aged Daoist's bun was messy, and his Daoist robe was stained with blood. He half-knelt on the ground and looked at the enemies around him coldly. His right hand tightly gripped the Pisces jade pendant.
"Hand over the Clear Jade Talisman and I'll let your soul reincarnate. Otherwise, your body and soul will be destroyed." The middle-aged scholar gently waved his fan and smiled.
" Don't even think about it…" An intense light lit up, and the mountain rocks exploded. The sky turned dark. When the smoke dispersed, the middle-aged scholar and his group had gloomy expressions.
" Chase him!" an old Daoist shouted coldly." He's going to explode the formation. His soul can't get far."”
All the scenes turned into a slide show and played in front of Yu Qi. It was not appropriate to say that it was playing. Yu Qi seemed to experience the life of another cultivator named Yu Qing as a bystander.
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