White snake fairy in the world

Chapter 127

Hundreds of miles away, in the besieged city of Yuejing, the grain mountain among the rich merchants suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

The rich people were terrified, and all the food they exploited disappeared out of thin air.

There is a wall between the inside and the outside, the wine and meat of the rich and the dead bones on the roadside, finally both are hungry.

There are only a few mice scurrying by in the granary from time to time.

Jishu directed a few mouse spirits, saying: "Move swiftly! Hurry up!"

"Squeak~"

"Yes!"

Several mouse spirits and yellow skin spirits all hurriedly said yes.

Now Jishu is also the boss of the Shuxian who controls more than a dozen big and small spirits, leading his descendants and subordinates to walk around the homes of rich and powerful families in Yuejing.

Without the protection of the Seven Gu Sects, Yue Jing only has a group of mortals, so the mice can come and go freely.

In this world, even gods can't create things out of thin air, those things can only be done by true ancient gods.

It is impossible for Bai Jun to produce a mountain of grain with a wave of his hand, he just knows how to carry it.

There used to be five ghosts transporting skills in ancient times, but now Baijun has four ghosts moving skills, which can drive the four ghosts to save money and save the world, but Xiaohuan and Sanyue ghosts suffer.

In the last days of this dynasty when the family and the country were changing, countless monsters indulged their own desires, and they were born to kill and eat people, causing chaos in the world.

But there are also Baijun from the south who brought five immortals and four ghosts to save the world. Food for life.

The name of the King of the Mountain House was gradually passed down in Yue, and gradually spread.

It's just that the image of the King of the Mountain House is different in Yue State from that in Dajin and Tianjun.

In the minds of the people of the Yue Kingdom, the image of Baijun is a young man in white clothes with a flute hanging from his left waist and a gourd on the right. In his left hand, he holds a cloth bag engraved with the word grain, and in his right hand, he holds a green umbrella, implying to protect the people.

On the border of Dagon Prefecture, Mo Lin was leading the horse in the valley, while Bai Jun was walking leisurely in the mountains with his hands behind his back.

It's nice to have someone waiting on you.Regardless of whether it is a human being or a god, it is natural to move less. The popular point is that laziness is unavoidable in all things.

Mo Lin secretly looked at the cloth bag hanging on Bai Zhi's waist, and the pendant hanging on her tall and slender waist would naturally move accordingly.

He has been following Baijun for more than ten days, and at this time in the barren mountains and mountains, he finally asked the doubts in his heart.

"My lord, are you really not a fairy?"

Bai Jun turned his head and squinted at Mo Lin behind him, "If I were a god, would I still need to walk? It's a thousand miles away, wouldn't it be easier for me to fly directly there?"

"Young master is right." Mo Lin nodded and thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, you are not a god, young master, so how could your little cloth bag have so much food?"

Bai Jun laughed lightly and said, "I've said it all, this is called inviting the upper body of the god, and it's the food that was brought in by inviting the upper body of Liu Xian to cast spells."

"Is it so miraculous?" Mo Lin asked in surprise, "Then I beg Liu Xian to come to me, will he also go to my god to cast spells?"

"You? Let's dream." Bai Yan said lightly: "Liu Xian is not willing to go to your body for a skinny boy like you. There is no oil and water, and there is no meat to eat."

"Ah? What? Liu Xian still eats meat?" Mo Lin said in shock.

"Then what else? How can there be any benefit in the world for nothing?" Bai Jun said slowly, "It's like you don't eat the food that comes from you, and you exchange food with me as a book boy."

"This is different. You saved my life, my lord. Molin will only listen to you in his life."

A few days ago, Bai Jun helped him dissolve the Guanyin soil in his stomach, allowing Mo Lin to survive.After all, he didn't want the little book boy he just took in to die within a few days.

"Hey, son, what do you think is that?"

Mo Lin suddenly alerted and reminded.

Bai Jun heard the sound and looked around, but saw a dead body in the grass.

Judging from the clothes, it was a female corpse, and it was very old. It had been dead for three to five days, and the body had already grown worms, and it also exuded a foul smell.

Mo Lin couldn't help covering his mouth and nose, and went forward to look without being afraid. It's strange that anyone in this world has never seen a dead person.It's just that he stepped forward and took two steps, and couldn't help but screamed, "My god!"

Bai Min went to investigate, only to see a pile of white bones piled up under the hillside of the female corpse.

Moreover, they were all female corpses, coarse and old clothes, and a few fresh corpses with broken bones. It seemed that they fell to their deaths from a high altitude.

Mo Lin couldn't help feeling chills all over his body for a moment. The visual impact brought by a dead person and a pile of dead bones is different.

"My...my lord, let's go quickly."

Bai Jun sighed heavily, walked a few steps forward, suddenly raised his head, and looked up the cliff.

Mo Lin had no choice but to stop, raised his head to look up, and saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

On the mountainside tens of feet high, a man carried a skinny old woman on his back, and put her on the edge of the cliff.

The old woman was still struggling, "Son, can you let mother live a few more days? Son, mother hasn't eaten a mouthful of hot rice for more than ten years, just... even if mother dies, let me eat it anyway. Let's have rice!"

"Old thing, you should die when you are old. What food are you still thinking about? I just married a wife, how can I have food to support another person at home? You should die quickly, and don't let the folks say that you are old-fashioned and refuse Die." The man's tone was quite disgusting, he didn't care at all that the person in front of him was his own mother who gave birth to him and raised him for the rest of his life.

After finishing speaking, he pushed the old woman who was still struggling, and the thin old woman struggled desperately on the edge of the cliff, humbly begging: "Son, mother is not going to die, but she just wants to... want to eat a bite of rice before she dies." I beg you, son, for the sake of your mother raising you for decades, do you feel sorry for your mother?"

But the man said angrily: "The old thing won't listen to you, right? Your ancestors are watching at the foot of the mountain. Will you be worthy of your ancestors if you die? I will raise you until you are 60 years old. Isn't it enough to eat rice for a few more years? Get out of here!"

On the edge of the cliff, the son wanted to kill the mother, and the mother begged the son to live. Every word they said was like a knife that could cut into the hearts of the people, engraved on the hypocritical morality, and tore apart the peace that was whitewashed by the unkind officials.

However, the old woman still couldn't struggle, and her son, who was raised by her and a strong man, used his strength to push her off the cliff.

The old woman was pushed down the mountain and rolled off the cliff, from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the cliff, and fell into the bone-covered valley, half dead and fainted.

Seeing this scene, Mo Lin felt a chill in his heart, and said tremblingly, "Is...these bones, are they here... in this way?"

Bai Yan sighed softly, "Probably so."

He stepped forward, glanced at the fainted old woman, and waved her up to wake her up.

The old woman trembled and asked, "I...is this...dead?"

Bai Yan shook his head, "Not dead, but soon."

He silently took out a piece of rice dumpling, which was made of soft glutinous white glutinous rice mixed with powder and a little sugar, and handed it to her, "This is also made of white rice, and it can be regarded as fulfilling your last wish before you die." Bar."

The old woman looked at the rice dumpling in front of her. There were white bones lying on her body and the cliff just pushed down by her son on top of her head. She couldn't help crying and said sadly: "Thank you, young man! I have raised them all my life, Cough cough, the son of a lifetime, he is not willing to let me eat a mouthful of rice before he dies. Old lady, I will never forget your kindness when I get down here."

Bai Yan sighed, and handed it to her mouth. The old woman gnawed lightly on the rice dumpling with her toothless mouth. In his mouth, the blood on his dry lips was mixed with tears and mixed with rice balls, and he swallowed it mouthful.

"Cough... this is me... this is the best rice my old lady has ever eaten in her life!"

Satisfaction appeared on the old woman's face, without resentment or unwillingness, she tilted her head calmly, and died.

The remaining half of the rice dumpling rolled to the ground and was mixed with the pile of white bones, all of which were the same white.

Mo Lin couldn't help but shed tears in his eyes, "My lord, don't you know how to invite gods? Save this mother-in-law?"

Bai Jun sighed, "This old man is dead, and even the gods can't save him."

Putting down the bones, without burying them or moving them, he turned around silently, and said in an emotionless voice, "Mo Lin, let's go."

Startled, Mo Lin tore off a piece of cloth with Bai Jun's newly bought clothes, covered the old woman's body, wiped his tears with his sleeves, and then hurriedly followed Bai Jun's footsteps.

However, after walking dozens of steps, they met another old woman in front of them.

The old woman is alive, her body is covered with pudding rags, but she is still tidy. The old woman is sitting on a stone, her eyes are peacefully closed, and she folds her hands and silently recites mantras.

Bai Jun walked up to her, but the old woman didn't open her eyes to look at her at all.

Mo Lin couldn't help asking: "Grandma, why are you sitting here alone?"

Bai Jun stopped, not intending to stop Mo Lin, it would be good for him to understand the sufferings of the world.

Suddenly hearing a child's voice from the mountains, she couldn't help but slowly opened her eyes, which were full of years of accumulation.

"Xiaowa, this is not the place for you to stay, let's go."

Mo Lin was puzzled and said, "Why? Granny?"

Hearing this grandma, the old woman couldn't help shaking her hands, and her complexion softened. She glanced at Bai Jun and turned her head to Mo Lin, pointing to the cliff above her head, and said, "This is called Song Niang Cliff, with a radius of tens of miles. People, when they are old, they will carry their old women here and throw them down from the top of the mountain, so that they can have one less mouth to eat. The sons of the family can also marry their wives better, so that generations can wear it down. "

Mo Lin said with red eyes, "Why are you so cruel? Granny, isn't your son filial?"

The old woman looked at Mo Lin, and thought of her son when she was young, and the appearance of her own grandson. She couldn't help but patted his head lovingly, "Silly boy, grandma's son is very filial. He didn't want to send me here. Grandma wanted to come by herself." , In the end, my stupid son still refused to throw me, and insisted on carrying me into this mountain depression."

Mo Lin wondered, "Why, grandma?"

The old woman chuckled softly, "Because, there is a grandson as old as you in my grandma's family, and grandma wants him to have food to eat and grow up alive and well, so I have to leave so that I can have an extra mouthful of food. If it wasn't for my old man who wanted to be the head of the family and take care of family affairs, these old men would not be able to die."

Mo Lin glanced at Bai Yan, and took out two spoiled steamed buns that he secretly hid from his sleeve, "Grandma, eat one!"

The old woman shook her head, "Silly boy, you can save it to grow your body. Our rules have been passed down from generation to generation. I am ashamed to live, and my son will be talked about by neighbors.

What's more, if you can control grandma for a while, can you control her forever?If you eat it, you will die later.It's better to leave it to you young children to eat, you go quickly, only the dead come back here. "

Mo Lin couldn't help crying, he staggered away while wiping his tears, Bai Jun took his hand, and left here with this young sad child.

When they walked out of the valley, they saw a man in his 20s running towards the depths of the valley with a bowl in his arms.

Bai Jun sighed, stretched out his hand, and a little white light shot into this man's body. In the future, his body will be free from all diseases, his mind will be smart, and he will live a good life in the future.

They left, the world in the valley was silent, suddenly there was the sound of footsteps, the old woman sitting cross-legged on the rock suddenly opened her eyes, saw her son running towards her, the old woman shouted: "Stop!"

The son who was called up looked up, and in the lonely wild valley deep in the mountains, his mother who had raised him for more than 20 years was looking at him without joy or sorrow.

"Mom! I'll carry you home! Xiujuan is also willing to let you go back."

The wind blows through the mountains full of bones.

One day, it began to snow in May.

In the wind and snow, the old woman sat cross-legged on the stone, clasped her hands together, raised her arms suddenly, and waved at her son, beckoning him to go.

"I've finished the work of carrying on the family line and raising children, so I should go. If you still recognize me as your own mother, go back."

She knew in her heart that her family couldn't afford the extra mouth, and if she went back to bed sick to see a doctor and buy medicine, the family would starve to death.She is very happy that her son is filial, but as a mother, she is rigid and sacrifices herself for her family!

His son kowtowed three heads in despair, tears streaming down his face, the moment he turned to leave, the old woman sitting on the stone slowly closed her eyes.

In the silent mountain wind and snow, the inheritance of generations is buried.

Mo Lin looked at Xue, and cried, "Is this because the heavens are chilling?"

Bai Jun raised his head and looked at the sky of Mingming. He stared at the sky, and the sky overlooked the common people, and all living beings were also looking up at Qingming.

"There are many things that gods who can move mountains and seas cannot change. Even the heavens can only sit idly by. But these things can only be changed by tiny human beings."

Mo Lin was puzzled, "How can mortals be able to do things that gods can't do?"

"Because people are the most indispensable thing in the world!"

(End of this chapter)