not a monster

He had 28 choices at the time, but he chose himself in the end, a monster who was too kind.

Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou didn't know what to say anymore, this was their choice, they were just a little sad for a while, but soon they suddenly realized a problem.

Shengqing just said that he has become a fairy, and the fairy calamity has passed.

Wang Xilou asked in a daze, "Are you already dead?"

"Well, just died."

"??"

Shengqing chuckled: "Monsters are born from gathering spirits. I terminated my physical body in the mountains, so that the individual named Shengqing is dead, and now there are only true spirits here, which is what you call yang." Gods, ghosts, but because all the three hexagrams are correct, I have passed the immortal calamity, and instead obtained the status of an immortal by virtue of the state of a true spirit."

"..."

Well, the emotions are incoherent.

Feng Wuli scratched his head, whether he has passed or not, this is definitely the easiest deduction gate ever.

Because he self-terminated the body, the true spirit was preserved almost intact, and now he has directly become a fairy. Hey, all the games are tricks.

Wang Xilou peeled a melon seed, fed it into Feng Wuli's mouth, and said, "Why don't you look like a ghost at all, you can still play games and drink Coke."

Shengqing looked down at himself, and explained gently: "After all, it's the ghost of a fairy, so it must be a little different."

"It always feels weird."

"How could it be strange? You see, I have no shadow."

He has a serious personality, stood up and let Feng Wuli and the others look at his feet, there was really no shadow.

Then he thought again: "Ghosts don't have feet, do they?"

"It seems to be like this." Feng Wuli ate melon seeds.

Sheng Qing pondered for a while, then hid his legs, and asked if the two of them resembled too much.

Neither the master nor the apprentice understood why this man was thinking about such a strange question seriously.

"Do you need me to put a hoop on your head?"

"That's Western, we're not like that."

"Yes." He said regretfully.

"Master Shengqing, why care so much about these things?"

"I have to respect my new identity. I have been a monster for thousands of years, and this is the first time I have been a ghost. If necessary, I would like to reincarnate as a human being."

It can be seen that he really doesn't mind that he is dead now, and being a ghost is a novelty.

800 years ago, the horrible Zombie King failed to cross the tribulation, and was reduced to a little zombie who washes, cooks and warms his bed. Now he is sitting on the sidelines and peeling melon seeds for someone.

Now, the thousand-thousand-year-old immortal failed to cross the tribulation, and became a study on how to be a ghost.

They all belonged, failed, but not totally failed, survived in another way.

Wang Xilou asked, "Then what are your plans now?"

"After crossing the catastrophe, it consumes a lot. After becoming a ghost, I don't have the ability to devour spirits. The wind blowing outside can not only drive them away, but also devour the scattered spirits."

So, now those 28 fools outside have actually all become his tools, but they can be regarded as willing to fight and suffer.

"Do you need me to provide it to you? My spiritual power is sufficient."

"Need not."

His tone was calm: "There are too many needs, and not one person can satisfy them."

"Don't you think it's strange, why can't I feel my spirit? If I don't use my cultivation power, I will be no different from ordinary people."

"Is it a secret method of concealment?"

"Would you take a closer look?"

Shengqing became interested. He likes to explore new things the most. Then he closed his eyes and felt them carefully. Then he saw 28 spheres of different colors in the mountain villages and forests. They were the size of houses or ponds. Young people This level of lightness is really amazing.

But looking at the young man in front of him, there was still nothing. He was a little surprised, and just about to ask something, the young man asked him to expand his perception a little bit.

The ground kept moving away, and the houses in the mountain village kept shrinking. Finally, he even saw half of Huaiqing. He finally understood the boy's words.

The white sphere covering the county...

His sense of presence is as strong as the sun, but creatures on the ground do not notice the sun in the sky.

"Do you need help?" Feng asked with a smile.

Wang Xilou was unhappy: "You don't need to help him, the master is not willing to take more, why give it to him."

Sheng Qing opened his eyes, smiled and shook his head:
"No need, they are not innocent. They all hoped that I would fail the catastrophe and find me to leave the immortal slough, so that they could use it to make spiritual creations, or understand my spiritual entanglement and the road to immortality. I stayed in the mountains and forests. Give them my slough as a thank you gift."

"You live a free and easy life." Wang Xilou sat cross-legged on a chair, knocked a handful of melon seeds, and asked Feng Wuli to pick them up.

There are martial arts masters outside the door, who come to borrow hot water to make noodles, and Feng Wuli goes out to treat him.

With a wave of Sheng Qing's hand, the shadow and legs came back. He sat there watching TV, and told Wang Xilou about the past few years.

He is one of the few friends of Wang Xilou. Although the two actually did not meet many times and did not speak much, each meeting was separated by a hundred years. A tree, a stone, can make people feel the comfort deep in their hearts, let alone people.

Feng Wuli went out with a big kettle, and the man saw that there was an extra person in the house, so he teased the villager, saying that relatives had come to the house.

"A friend from down town."

Those people didn't care, when there was another NPC in the village, after eating instant noodles, they went out of their way to find the immortal.

"Thank you, little brother, if you come to Jinmen in Ma's time, send me a WeChat message, I will take care of you!"

Feng Wuli ate melon seeds to watch the excitement.

These martial arts masters still didn't give up, and they even spoke bluntly, saying that they heard rumors about the immortals in the mountains here, saying that they came to find the immortals.

The villagers generally smiled indifferently.

Feng Wuli and Wang Xilou watched this group of naive people running all over the mountains, and Shengqing lived in their house. Anyway, he is a ghost now, and his uncle and aunt can't see him, so he sleeps in his cousin's room.

Those practitioners got along well with the villagers. Although the mountain was desolate, it was isolated from the world and the villagers were simple and honest.

During the day, uncle and aunt are busy, and there are only him, the little zombie, and a ghost at home.

They come to chat with Feng Wuli from time to time, because Feng Wuli is one of the few people in the village who can speak Mandarin, almost all of them have added him on WeChat, and come to their house to drink tea, watch TV, and set off to search for immortals.

The life style of Morningside cleaning up the wasteland and returning home with the moon lotus is also a kind of mental cultivation for them, which feels a bit ascetic and abhorrent.

At least I've had dinner recently.

A few days ago, I helped the villagers collect peanuts and rice, and the villagers set up a few tables to invite these gods, all of which were farm dishes.

That yellow-haired guy likes to bully these little kids from the mountains to play, but those who are being bullied just like to play with him, and he even bites a big brother.

There is also a cripple, who is a good carpenter. Many villagers bring broken farm tools and furniture to him, and he can repair them. The salary is very cheap. Sometimes it is enough to leave a meal at noon.

A hunter said that he had seen the monster in the mountains. It was decades ago. Many people in the village had heard the story of the hunter, but they didn't take it seriously.

This group of martial arts masters had a keen guess, and would often ask the old Orion about something, trying to find clues about the immortal.

The weather is fine today, although the wind is still strong, but the sun is warm, the wind unreasonably took Wang Xilou to catch fish, and the master and apprentice took the bucket and prepared to set off.

If this group of practitioners didn't leave, Feng Wuli was still worried, so he guarded the village.

It is said to catch fish, but it is more like going to the mountains and rivers with little zombies. This is said to be in the deep mountains and wild forests, but in fact it is considered beautiful, the environment is very secluded, and there is always a kind of Zen.

It is too far away from human settlements, it is not easy to develop tourism, and the mountain roads are not easy to walk.

The little zombie was dressed like a country girl in summer, with two braids and floral shorts, and her white and tender feet stepped on flip-flops that were obviously one size bigger, walking forward.

Said: "In fact, it's good to live here in the future. Master will wash and cook for you. Let's raise a few chickens, ducks and geese, and plow a few acres of land. How wonderful it is."

Feng Wuli was behind, poking her back with a stick he picked up casually, and said with a smile: "You just think it's a novelty, and soon you'll think it's better to go back to modern times."

"What, Master just thinks these few days are very good."

"Go back to your cousin's room to sleep tonight."

"...I don't even know what you're talking about."

She turned her head and frowned at the guy who was poking herself with a stick: "Why are you poking me, it's so annoying, your clothes are all dirty."

Then he snatched his stick, ran behind Feng Wuli to imitate the way he poked himself just now, poked it back and forth, then threw the stick away, put his hands on his shoulders to push him away, and teased him to play.

Feng Wuli suddenly deliberately opposed her, and immediately took root to prevent her from pushing.

She froze for a moment and found that there was no push.

"You've got a lot of skill, dare to compare your strength with Master."

She slowly increased the pressure, and then realized that, hey, if it still can't be pushed, she has something else to say.

"Okay, you, Master raised you up to be against Master, right?"

"Master must be serious."

She secretly exerted force, but if she continued to exert force and couldn't push it, she would lose face. Wang Xilou considered herself a master, and she couldn't always lose face in front of her apprentices.

Can't help but feel a little anxious.

The corner of Feng Wuli's mouth curled up.

Childish little zombies.

There are many rivers in Huaiqing, known as one river, eight rivers, and 21 waters. There is a small stream beside the village that floods to the calf. In summer, the flood can flood the stomach. The river is very wide.

The scenery is also very good. All the beauty of autumn is by the stream. After a few days of wind, the sky becomes very high and blue. The river is full of stones, and the trees on both sides stick out. A lot of leaves floated on the river, and purple flowers fell on it and drifted with the current.

The autumn wind is blowing, countless leaves and flowers fall in an instant, and the continuous leaves are as gentle as rain. The stream is not too fast, and the fish under the water seem to be floating in the air, standing still.

Wang Xilou was taking pictures while Feng Wuli was digging earthworms. Seeing that he was enjoying himself, the little zombie went over to dig with him.

"Why does your digging thing look so familiar?"

Feng Wuli put it away silently.

"You use the teeth that your master gave you to protect yourself when you were a child to dig earthworms?"

"..." That thing is easy to use, and it can't be broken by digging.

"The wind is unreasonable!"

Over there, people from the next village were fishing, and there was a black dog beside him, who greeted him unreasonably from afar.

The fishing rod stood on the side, and whether they could catch it depended on fate. The two sat side by side on a rock, pulled up their trousers and stretched their feet in the water.

It's cold and cold, very comfortable, and the wind is also very comfortable, making people want to sleep.

"Tell me if you can find jade or something." Wang Xilou was like a curious baby, and she added: "If you find it, you will get rich."

Feng Wuli looked at the water, "I guess the water level will drop in a few days, they are all small fish."

"Do you think Master looks like jade?"

"……cobblestone."

"Hey, let's see if the fish has bitten the hook."

Feng Wuli saw that it was true, and immediately ran over to fish, and the little zombie followed closely with his bare feet.

It turned out to be a small crucian carp the size of a palm, and Wang Xilou watched him laugh.

"Make me crucian carp soup tonight."

"It's so small, fry it and eat it."

"I want to drink fish soup in autumn."

She couldn't stand Feng Wuli telling her what she wanted, and since she was a child, she always responded to her requests. The little zombie took the fish the size of a palm and scratched his head: "...Master, think of a way."

"Go back and soak your feet."

"Okay."

Occasionally, one or two practitioners would appear in the forest and run into the ravines. They seem to have made some serious progress recently, and they are about to discover the place where the immortals of Shengqing have sloughed off.

The smell of gunpowder is getting stronger and stronger, and everyone hopes to get that fairy slough.

Seeing the young couple fishing there, they greeted each other when they met.

Those who are already familiar, such as yellow hair, men in suits, and young ladies who are popular on Douyin, will come to chat with them and ask how the fishing is going.

The sunset is slanting to the west, and in the evening in the mountain village, the mountains with heavy rocks in the distance turn into a black curtain, and the geese fly over under the dark and misty sky.

A large group of martial arts masters came back to the big pagoda tree at the entrance of the village one after another. Now they swear that the one who knocked on the fairy gate must be dead, and all that remains is to find Xianhuai.

They also divided into five or six small groups, secretly fighting against each other, hoping that the other party would withdraw from the search for the immortal slough.

No matter which party finds that immortal slough, it will inevitably lead to snatching by all other parties.

In the distance, someone came over, and the figure gradually grew larger from one point.

It turned out to be the villager, with his little girlfriend on his back, coming back from fishing.

Wang Xilou held slippers in one hand and a bucket in the other, his feet were so cute, and he even sang a song to Feng Wuli.

"Don't move so much."

Wang Xilou grinned, leaned down, and pecked Feng Wuli on the face.

Feng Wuli was immediately filled with righteous indignation: "I will be punished for carrying you!"

"??"

"Master has decided to punish you severely."

"Don't make trouble, people are watching."

Only then did Wang Xilou notice that he was about to return to the entrance of the village, his face was a little red, and he hid on his back.

The people over there were expressionless.

Feng Wuli also noticed them, and greeted them with a smile, and those who were already close to him even asked him how his harvest was.

"Just some small fish and shrimp."

Everyone looked at this boy from the mountain village, the first villager they dealt with, and even though they didn't know them, he still provided them with a house to live in. They thought that if the other party hadn't appeared that night, they might not know what happened to them.

I am very grateful to this kind villager.

But as a powerful practitioner, how could he be favored by a mountain villager all the time.

I can be regarded as a private visit on Weibo now, but I just look a little downcast, but I have great abilities.

I have to find a way to show off in front of the villager brother and save some face.

Suddenly, the wind became louder.

Everyone didn't dare to stay for a long time, and went to the partridge house one after another.